When his father's words hit the nail on the head, Huo Linfeng lowered his eyes slightly, looking at the ashtray on the coffee table, and did not answer him immediately.
This son was raised by Huo Ting himself, so no reaction could escape his notice.
Looking at it this way, it's clear that he was right.
He sighed and said, "Linfeng, in my whole life, I've only learned two things."
Huo Linfeng looked up at him, waiting for him to continue.
"Firstly, matters of the heart are left to fate. What is yours will be yours, and what is not yours cannot be forced. When we were young and impetuous, we never believed in fate and thought that as long as we worked hard, there was nothing we couldn't get."
Everyone has this thought, and he is no exception.
"Later, I realized that some things really can't be forced. Back then, my affair with Qiao Yanzhi caused a huge uproar and we even went through life and death together, but in the end, we didn't end up together. Sometimes, you have to believe in fate."
These words were a bit heavy, but it was also a hope that he would listen and stop being so stubborn.
Huo Linfeng understood his father's meaning perfectly well. He had previously told himself to let go, that Xiao Putao and Xiao Jinhan were happy together.
He tried, but failed.
Now, I don't want to destroy it, I just want to protect it silently.
The entertainment industry is so chaotic. If he can provide some support for Grape, he'll feel a little better.
Huo Ting knew that this child had a similar temperament to him when he was young, and it was impossible for him to listen to reason or let go immediately.
However, as a father, he didn't want to see his son's love life so turbulent, so he had to say a few more words.
"The second thing is to cherish the people in front of you."
Hearing this, Huo Linfeng looked up at him: "Dad..."
"Back then, I was protecting others, but your mother always protected me and never left. She devoted herself to me. In hindsight, I realized that this woman is someone I should cherish for a lifetime."
Hearing this, Huo Linfeng was somewhat moved.
When he was a child, his mother was always depressed. He didn't understand why until he accidentally read her diary.
It turns out that for so long, Mother had always believed that the person Father loved was Qiao Yanzhi, and that she was just a suitable marriage partner.
She was saddened by her inability to fight back, and also saddened by the fact that her life seemed glamorous, yet the person she loved by her side had never been wholeheartedly devoted to her.
"Dad, have you said these things to Mom?"
Huo Ting shook his head: "Your mother will feel it."
Huo Linfeng frowned slightly and said, "Some feelings are just not expressed, and then a rift develops. Dad and Mom are still stuck in the past."
Upon hearing this, Huo Ting was slightly taken aback: "Go?"
“Dad, you’re so wise, you should know better than me.”
"I understand," Huo Ting nodded.
As he spoke, he sighed again: "I was clearly trying to talk to you, so why are you the one trying to persuade me?"
"Dad, I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Seeing this, Huo Ting understood that this was his son's tribulation, and no matter what others said, it would be useless; he had to overcome it himself.
"Alright, since you're already here at the company, I'll have Assistant Chen show you around."
Huo Linfeng nodded: "Okay."
He stood up, his eyes gradually deepening, a hint of coldness creeping into his usually gentle pupils.
He hadn't forgotten what the grapes had told him.
He had looked up Tang Yujiao's information; she was an artist under his father's group.
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