Before the man on the other end of the phone could speak, Chen Zui heard a young woman's voice coming from inside.
Who is it?
Her seductive and flirtatious manner is disgusting.
Chen Zui said casually, "I'm looking for Chen Yu."
"Master Yu, someone's looking for you."
The woman handed the phone to the man next to her.
The man cleared his throat, his voice still hoarse from sleep, "What are you doing?"
I will come back tomorrow.
The man chuckled, "It's not even the anniversary of your mother's death yet, and you already want to come back? What, you've run into some trouble and need your father to solve it?"
Chen Zui's eyes showed no emotion as he slowly spoke, "I want my mother's ashes back, and I also want to sever ties with you."
There was a long silence on the other end before a cold, sinister laugh rang out, "Chen Zui, who gave you the audacity to speak to me like that?"
"It's my mother."
The moment those three words were spoken, there was silence on the other end.
Chen Zui knew that Chen Yu had let down his wife and his mother.
He hung up the phone and silently looked at the photo album on the table, where his mother was smiling brightly.
"Chen Zui, when you grow up, don't stay by your father's side. Try to stay away from him as much as possible, okay?"
"Chen Zui, Mommy can't bear to part with you, but Mommy is so sad, Mommy can't go on living..."
The last memory I have is of my mother committing suicide by cutting her wrists while wearing a white dress.
Blood was everywhere.
The man who called himself the father hugged the mother and feigned sadness for several days.
Soon, he became even more brazen, bringing back one woman after another.
On the other end of the phone, Chen Yu stared at the disconnected call with a gloomy expression.
The woman behind him hadn't noticed anything amiss and coiled around him like a snake, saying, "Master Yu, what's so interesting about the phone? Look at her."
"And that man from earlier too, why bring up that woman? Doesn't he know you hate her the most..."
The woman was naked, her soft body pressed against his chest, doing everything she could to seduce him.
Chen Yu expressionlessly pulled a Q from under his pillow.
"You dare mention her?"
The woman stared in terror at the gun pressed against her head.
There wasn't even time to beg for mercy.
With a loud bang.
The woman lay on her side with her eyes open.
A bullet pierced her forehead, and blood seeped through her hair, soaking the snow-white blanket.
Soon someone opened the door and dragged the woman's body away.
Chen Yu looked at the empty room, the air still filled with a strong smell of blood, which reminded him of the day that woman died.
His eyes were filled with barely suppressed rage.
She hated him so much that she wished she could die.
But what's the use? Even in death, her ashes will remain by his side, never to be free for all eternity.
Chen wanted to take it away, but it was impossible.
Although Chen Yu is over fifty years old, he is still very well-maintained, and there are no signs of aging on his face, especially his short hair, which is still strong and shiny black.
He sat on a high throne, with his subordinates all bowing down before him.
His sinister eyes glanced casually at Chen Zui, who was walking towards him step by step.
Chen Zui's face looked exactly like that woman's; for a moment, Chen Yu thought he had seen her.
She giggled and threw herself into his arms, calling him softly, "A-Yu."
He was somewhat dazed, and when he looked again, he only saw Chen Zui's eyes, which were similar to his own, without any emotional fluctuation.
All the underlings made way and respectfully addressed Chen Zui as "Young Master".
Such a scene is something many people would kill for, yet Chen Zui doesn't care at all.
He was wearing a black trench coat and walked indifferently to Chen Yu.
Chen Yu gripped the armrest of his chair, looking at his son, who was even more handsome than he had been in his youth, with a cold smile. "Say it again, what did you come back for?"
The immense pressure did not make Chen Zui yield in the slightest. He repeated each word clearly, "I want my mother's ashes back, and I want to sever all ties with you."
They really dare to say that.
Enraged, Chen Yu pulled out his Q and pressed it against Chen Yu's head, saying, "Say that again."
Chen Zui's expression remained unchanged, without the slightest fear, as he slowly repeated himself.
"I want my mother's ashes back, and I want to sever all ties with you."
"Chen Zui!" Chen Yu pulled the safety pin, glaring at him intently. "Don't you want to live anymore?"
"I didn't think about it before, but I do now."
Because of her, he desperately wanted to live.
Chen Zui said, "If you refuse to let me go, you can kill me."
Chen Yu was so angry that he pressed his head against Chen Yu's, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
He withdrew his hand and roared angrily, "Get out! I don't want to see you again!"
But Chen remained stubborn and ungrateful: "I won't leave until I get my mother's ashes and sever all ties."
Looking at his stubborn appearance, Chen Yu thought of that woman again.
It's common for men to be unfaithful, so why is she unwilling to accept this and insists on forcing him to be devoted to one person?
After refusing, he stubbornly chose death.
The more stubborn she was, the more he wanted to make her submit.
Including her son.
"Okay, sure."
Chen Yu had several alluring women brought up.
He said, "You have two choices: either sleep with them, or kill them, and I will grant your wish."
There was a Q on the table, and a woman walking towards him with a smile was standing next to him.
They were dressed scantily and heavily made up.
"Young master, let us serve you."
Either choice would drag him into this dark world, where he could never follow the light again.
Chen Zui remained silent and slowly picked up Q.
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