Inside the detention center, several fellow inmates, having eaten and drunk their fill, lost their previous aggression and began to chat. None of them were wealthy, and they were all curious about the lives of the rich.
"Hey Lin Haoran, tell me why you're keeping a mistress. Is your wife ugly?"
Lin Haoran huddled obediently in the corner and said, "Not ugly, quite good-looking."
"Then why would you still cheat?"
Lin Haoran sighed and said with a sigh, "She's so stupid! I can't have any mental communication with her at all. Talking to her is like talking to a brick wall!"
Because of his family's poverty, Long Aotian had saved all the family's meager money for his younger brother's wedding, leaving him a bachelor. In his mind, any woman who knew to run home when it rained was a good wife; he didn't care about emotional connection. If he had a wife and children, he would do everything he could to treat them well. He asked, puzzled:
"Your mistress is very smart? She can have a spiritual conversation with you."
Lin Haoran thought for a moment and realized that there wasn't any. Every time he met Yang Li, they were busy having sex in bed; they didn't have time for spiritual communication.
"I'm not particularly smart, we just get along well," Lin Haoran said sheepishly.
Li Ye interjected, "Then why do you prefer illegitimate children? Your wife gave birth to your children too. My Lin Wei works so hard, why don't you care about her at all?"
"Lin Wei is a girl, and she will get married sooner or later. I still prefer a son, who can inherit the family business."
Lin Haoran explained it very frankly, as if he never thought that favoring sons over daughters was wrong.
Li Ye retorted angrily, "What about Lin An? Isn't he your own son? You went to his company to cause trouble, just to ruin him, didn't you?"
"That's because...because..." Lin Haoran stammered for a long time, unable to give a specific reason.
Li Ye continued, "Lin An is the national math competition champion and the youngest billionaire CEO in Shanghai. He's so much better than your illegitimate son. Are you sick? You don't like Lin An, you like your illegitimate son?"
Lin Haoran suddenly felt a surge of anger and retorted:
“So what if you’re excellent? Does that mean all the good things in the world should fall on excellent people? Why should we look down on those who are incompetent? Does being incompetent mean you don’t deserve to inherit the family fortune? What does a parent’s love have to do with being excellent or not? Did Tang Sanzang like Sun Wukong? He liked Zhu Bajie! I don’t like Lin An. I like my son Lin Zhe. He’s sensible and filial. He’s the most like me.”
Long Aotian was enraged by Lin Haoran's suddenly raised voice:
"Keep your voice down, you think you're right to favor the illegitimate child?"
Li Ye saw through Lin Haoran; he was no good. He suggested:
"Since you favor sons over daughters and don't even like the children your wife gave birth to, then write a statement severing ties with Lin Wei now. Consider it your support for Weiwei's career."
“I was only detained for seven days. As soon as I get out, I will release the statement to the media, advertise it everywhere, and win the advantage in public opinion so that our Lin Wei will not be implicated by you.”
Other inmates agreed with Li Ye and believed that this scumbag should not be allowed to continue to burden the children. At this point, one inmate suggested, "His wife has given birth to six children, right? I think we should write them all down."
"Yes, yes, yes! Don't get involved with either of them, just cut off all ties. If you like the illegitimate son Lin Zhe, then let the illegitimate son support you."
A fellow inmate handed Lin Haoran a pen and paper, but he waved his hands repeatedly. He had raised the child to this age, so why should he sever ties? To him, the child was a kind of investment, and severing ties was like being forced to delist, resulting in a huge loss!
Li Ye stood beside Long Aotian's bed: "Boss! Look at Lin Haoran, he's being disobedient!"
At this moment, Long Aotian let out a burp. He hadn't been digesting well lately, so it was time to do some post-meal exercise.
He got out of bed and sneered at Lin Haoran, "Write it if I tell you to. If you don't, believe me, I'll beat you twenty times a day."
Lin Haoran trembled with fear and shouted, "You can't do this! Someone will die! The police won't let you get away with this!"
Long Aotian sneered a few times, patted his face and threatened, "You don't need to worry about that. If you really die, we'll hang you on the iron window with a bed sheet and say that you felt ashamed and indignant because you had failed your wife and children and committed suicide."
Lin Haoran was terrified when he heard this. He had never been to prison and truly believed that Long Aotian would do such a thing.
Relying on his boss's backing, Li Ye stepped forward and slapped Lin Haoran across the face, yelling, "Are you going to write it or not?"
The slap was powerful, and a trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, causing Lin Haoran to howl in pain.
"I'll write, I'll write right now..."
Long Aotian wanted to do some post-dinner exercise, so he kicked him and cursed, "You bastard, you can't be reasoned with, you have to be beaten up."
Lin Haoran cried out in pain, "Waaah, I'm innocent! I didn't say anything... You just started hitting me..."
Long Aotian snorted, raised his hand and delivered a solid punch, roaring, "What are you yelling about? You dare to talk back! I'll beat you to death!"
Lin Haoran was already starving, and after being beaten, he was filled with despair. He shouted, "I don't want to live anymore! Just give me a quick death!"
Long Aotian felt he hadn't had enough exercise, so he went up and slapped him a few more times: "I told you to yell? I told you to yell?"
Lin Haoran was in excruciating pain and cried his heart out.
His fellow inmates felt sorry for him and advised Long Aotian, "Why don't you just give up?"
Li Ye hurriedly said to everyone, "Don't be fooled by his acting skills. This person is utterly wicked, a complete scoundrel. I didn't have time to tell you many details before. To outsiders, he sold hormone-laden baby face cream. To insiders, he took 200,000 yuan from his own son as a fee to sever ties, then went back on his word and shamelessly tried to extort money from him. Moreover, when his son was lying in the hospital dying, he didn't care at all."
Everyone was stunned. Severing ties and still getting 200,000 yuan from an 18-year-old child? The most outrageous thing is that, after all, the child is his own flesh and blood, yet he doesn't even care about the child's life or death. This is beyond the reach of ordinary people!
"This kind of person is wicked to the core. Giving him a few beatings is doing justice for God!" someone said.
Li Ye continued, "So he should not only write this statement, but also include a line saying that if he goes back on his word, he will be struck by lightning and suffer a terrible death! Send it to all the media so that public opinion can monitor him."
Several fellow inmates nodded in agreement.
Long Aotian frowned, kicked Lin Haoran, and scolded, "Did you hear me? Get up and write right now."
Lin Haoran knew that no one would sympathize with him no matter how much he cried, so he dared not wail anymore.
Trembling, she picked up the pen and, following Li Ye's instructions, wrote a statement severing ties with all six children.
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