"Selfish?"

Su Yun repeated her father's words softly.

Such shameless words did not even cause the slightest ripple in my heart.

She stared at Su Mingan, who was dressed meticulously in front of her.

Until his eyes began to avoid.

Su Mingan took off his suit jacket casually, crossed his legs, slumped down on the sofa, and squinted at his daughter.

When his eyes fell on the gauze wrapped around her neck, his expression froze.

"Xiao Yun..."

He looked at the scar, his eyes flickering, and he looked worried: "That Miss Jiang was really cruel. Such a long scar must be very painful, right?"

Su Yun's heart trembled and she clenched her fists tightly. Why could he still be so calm and composed, acting like a loving father until now?

"Fortunately, it's all over."

She lowered her eyes and acted very naturally: "Don't worry about me."

"That's good. That's good."

Su Mingan nodded, looked at Su Yun's expression, and hesitated to speak.

"Dad is just worried..."

"I told you, it's just a scar on my neck. I'm lucky to have survived."

Su Yun pulled the corners of her lips and forced out a very faint smile: "Don't worry."

"well……"

Su Mingan finally withdrew his gaze.

Finally, he couldn't help but ask his daughter: "Yun'er, if you have a scar on your neck...will Sheng Huai dislike it?"

One sentence is like pouring ice water from head to toe

Bone-chilling cold!

Su Yun's eyes flashed with fire as she stared at Su Mingan's face, her hands shaking violently!

Such a hypocritical, disgusting, and selfish man——

It turned out to be his own father!

She slowly closed her eyes to hold back the surging tears.

As the past events unfold before my eyes, many details that I had never noticed gradually emerge.

She didn't dare to think about how many times her mother had cried secretly in the dark nights in order to maintain the superficial harmony and warmth of the family!

Tolerate!

You must hold on!

We must find evidence of our father transferring his property!

We must take back everything that the Su family owns!

I must let my father...

No!

This rotten man is no longer fit to be a father!

Su Mingan!

Su Yun sat upright, her fingertips clenching the bed sheet beneath her, her knuckles turning white.

"Xiaoyun."

"Why aren't you talking?"

Su Mingan was frightened by his daughter's appearance, and he felt inexplicably uneasy these days.

Sweat started to seep out of my palms.

The fire in Su Yun's eyes died down, and soon turned into a bright smile.

"dad……"

Su Yun said cheerfully, "You're right! I will take good care of myself in the future!"

She looked into Su Mingan's eyes, word by word.

"I will never let anyone bully me and my mom again!"

Although his daughter's face was full of smiles, Su Mingan shuddered for no apparent reason.

He didn't dare to stay any longer and got up in a hurry.

"Don't worry, Dad will definitely protect you and Mom."

"Yun'er, Dad has worked hard for you and Mom for most of his life... As long as you are happy, it doesn't matter if I die!"

Su Yun nodded obediently: "I know."

"Okay, you take a good rest."

Su Mingan said, "Dad has been very tired recently. He has been worried about your mom's condition and can't eat or sleep every day. Now he has to take a rest."

"good."

Su Yun sat quietly, and his tall figure left.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, and loneliness and sadness overwhelmed me.

She wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.

So many things have happened, and so many people have come and gone around me, but it is only now that I can cry freely.

Suppressed sobs floated in the room, and the corners of the quilt were slowly soaked by tears.

Su Yun hunched her thin body and curled herself into a ball, feeling more tired than ever before.

…

Under the dim desk lamp.

Sheng Huai was wearing ink-colored silk pajamas, lying casually on the sofa, with one arm hanging, his eyebrows were handsome, and his eyes were full of emotion.

There was Su Yun's sketchbook in front of him.

There are traces of countless flipping on it.

He watched quietly, his brows furrowed.

The continuous events have exhausted him.

In the entire Li City, the hot topics on everyone's dining table are now about the Sheng family and themselves.

Shengshi Group’s stock also suffered a significant impact.

Although the impact on the company has been minimized under his operation, he doesn't know how to save Su Yun.

Sheng Huai leaned over, took out a cigarette and lit it.

In the lingering mist, the angular face was covered with complex emotions.

He knew Su Yun was next door.

I also know that as long as I walk out of this door, I can talk to her and hold her in my arms.

But... at this moment, I no longer have the courage to do these ordinary and common actions.

Sheng Huai took a deep puff of cigarette.

He closed his eyes and imagined that they were still in the villa full of roses.

Su Yun wore a floral apron and loose pigtails. The bright sun made her delicate and fair face look like a peach.

While I was sitting in the garden doing my work, I could hear a soft and sticky voice behind me.

"Ah Huai, come and try the snacks I made."

Sheng Huai sat quietly.

The thick black eyelashes did not open for a long time.

At this moment, all the memories of the past have turned into the sharpest knives, pointing at the heart and strangling it continuously.

He sat, thinking, and regretting.

Su Yun.

Such a gentle and soft-hearted little woman.

Finally, after being hurt again and again, he left resolutely.

Grandma Sheng stood at the door and looked at his gloomy face.

I feel indebted to this grandson.

When Sheng Huai was five years old, his mother passed away. Soon after, Sheng Huai's father insisted on remarrying, saying that it was for the sake of the Sheng family and Sheng Huai.

The stepmother appears kind, but she is full of scheming.

Father Sheng's second wedding was a grand and lively one, and everyone was satisfied.

Only little Sheng Huai, crying/shouting all the way, chasing his father's wedding car barefoot in the cold winter...

Grandma Sheng was thinking about the past and before she knew it, tears were welling up in her eyes.

"grandmother."

Sheng Huai came to his senses, quickly stood up and strode to the door.

"It's so late, why haven't you gone home yet?"

Grandma Sheng glared at him: "Do you need to worry about it?!"

She walked into the room with a cane and sat on the sofa. Her eyes fell on the coffee table and she frowned.

Sheng Huai put away the ashtray without leaving a trace: "Grandma, do you have something to talk to me about?"

"snort!"

Grandma sneered, "Why? Do I need to make an appointment to see Mr. Sheng?"

"No..." Sheng Huai stopped talking.

A Ruyi knot was thrown on the table.

"Sheng Huai."

"Do you remember this?"

He frowned, picked up the Ruyi and looked at it carefully.

The weave is rough, the edges are already frizzy, and it doesn't look rare.

Sheng Huai shook his head.

“I don’t remember.”

"Of course I know you forgot!"

Old Madam Sheng picked up the Ruyi knot, wrapped it carefully with a satin handkerchief and put it away.

"You remember all those questionable women out there clearly. Your wife should do anything for you. She deserves to be unlucky enough to marry you!"

Sheng Huai was stunned, his thoughts churning again.

I remember.

His eyes darkened, and he immediately asked his grandmother for it back.

"This Ruyi knot is mine."