After his wife and grandson left, Zheng's father looked at Sun Junye with a stern expression.
"I, anyway, I don't admit that this is my son, so don't even think about blaming me." Sun Jun looked fierce but was actually weak.
Before Zheng's father could say anything, Mr. Deng gave him a wry smile.
"I didn't handle this well."
"Uncle Deng, how can I blame you for this?"
Seeing that there were quite a few people watching, Mr. Deng took a deep breath.
"Everyone in the hospital should know that my daughter Deng Rou married Sun Jun. My daughter has been gone for a long time. The only thing I miss is the child she left behind."
When Deng Lao recalled the past, his face turned sad.
No matter how much time has passed, his daughter's departure still makes him very sad.
"It's a pity that I'm so sorry, Rourou. My grandson Congcong was lost when he was just one year old. Sun Junbei, this is not wrong, right?"
The old man looked over with sharp eyes.
The fact that his eldest son was missing was indeed known to everyone, Sun Jun nodded.
"It wasn't long after Rourou left, and you married the nanny at home. If Rourou hadn't helped her, she wouldn't even know where she was."
"Dad, Huiru and I were truly in love. I'm sad that Deng Rou passed away, but I can't be single forever."
Deng Lao snorted coldly. "If you don't remarry, I can't control you, but if that woman gets pregnant, my grandson will be lost. That's really bad."
"Dad, you're still holding on to this again. We've talked about this over and over again countless times. Neither Huiru nor I want Congcong to get lost. Wouldn't that be an accident?"
"Whether it's an accident or not, it's been so long, it's hard to find out. I'm saying this just to let everyone see clearly whether you, as a father, are responsible or not."
He had long been extremely disappointed with his son-in-law.
Not long after Deng Rou's death, Sun Junyi immediately married a nanny in his family who was related to his wife Deng Rou. The nanny soon became pregnant, but before the child was born, Congcong was lost again.
How many of them are really stupid? Many people think it is too fishy.
It's just that it's not my own business and I don't care about it.
But that doesn't mean that everyone looks up to Sun Junye.
Mr. Deng’s words brought back memories and reminded everyone of their dislike for Sun Junye and his wife.
"Dad, can we talk about the child?" Sun Junye always felt annoyed when he heard Mr. Deng bringing up old things.
"Okay, let's continue talking about this. Before, I was too lazy to tell you the details of how I met Congcong. That's because I felt that you were not worthy of continuing to support him. He was doing well in the Zheng family, but I couldn't tolerate you throwing dirty water on him."
Sun Jun frowned. "I'm Congcong's biological father. If the child is real, I'll definitely take care of him. You've always been prejudiced against me."
"Whatever you say, I'm just telling you what's right and wrong. People will tell the truth."
Mr. Deng mentioned the beginning of the recognition of relatives.
On New Year's Eve, he heard the staff mention Zheng family's eldest grandson Congcong, who was adopted, and he became interested.
How he came to the Zheng family to ask for confirmation.
He also talked about the Zheng family's considerations and reactions for Congcong.
Everyone was drawn into the story.
"I thought I would have to wait a long time, but on the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, Linglong and Tiansen ran to get the clothes that Congcong was wearing when they adopted him."
"Does that mean it's confirmed?" someone asked without hesitation.
Deng Lao shook his head. "No, the clothes don't match."
There was a sigh of regret at the scene.
It was also the first time that Sun Junye heard Mr. Deng talk about these details. Even though he was curious, he still looked disdainful on the surface.
"The clothes didn't match, and I was very sad. Luckily, Linglong took out a photo of Congcong when he was a child."
Speaking of this, he looked at his younger brother Sun Junye again with a sarcastic look on his face.
"You keep saying that you and your wife are very concerned about Congcong's disappearance. I asked you for a photo of Congcong to verify it, but you couldn't even produce one. Do you really want to find Congcong?"
"We looked for it, but we couldn't find it." Sun Junbei defended.
No matter what he said, everyone looked at him with contempt.
If their loved one's child is missing, they must keep the photo well and take it out to look at it from time to time.
No matter it's out of sadness and longing, or to find a child.
"The photo was lost again. My heart is broken. I wonder if God didn't help me. He allowed me to find clues about my grandson, but he didn't give us the chance to recognize him."
There was a sentimental female comrade whose eyes were already red.
Deng Lao's expression changed from sadness to joy.
"Fortunately, God is not so cruel. I also want to thank Linglong for giving me hope again."
"Then you have found evidence to prove the child's identity, right?" someone asked.
"Yes, we went to my daughter Deng Rou's room. Since she passed away, I haven't been there again for fear of being saddened by seeing things. In her room, we found a diary. In the diary, there were photos of Congcong shortly after he was born, as well as a description of Congcong. It said that Congcong had a plum blossom-shaped birthmark on his leg."
After recalling all this, the joy on Deng Lao's face faded, and he looked at Sun Jun.
"What I regret most now is telling you that Congcong has been found. Congcong has been missing for so many years. Have you ever tried to find him?"
"Why haven't I looked for it?" Sun Jun was unconvinced.
"What are you looking for? In all these years, have you ever left the capital? How many people have you contacted? How many times have you been to the Public Security Bureau? What are you looking for? There are no photos or any information. Tell me."
Under Deng Lao's questioning, Sun Junye began to hesitate.
"I just think you're too unreliable. Congcong won't have a good life if he's sent to Zheng. It's better for him to stay in the Zheng family. At least there are so many people who truly love him. I didn't expect you to do such a thing. If you don't recognize him, then don't. We don't intend for you to recognize him. That's fine. Don't come to me in the future, and don't pretend to be Congcong's father. He has nothing to do with you."
"I think you are just old and confused, and you insist on deceiving yourself."
Old Deng didn't argue with him anymore, just looked at Zheng's father.
"I'm sorry for putting your family through this."
Although there is a confused person like Sun Junye, fortunately there are people like Mr. Deng who are sensible.
"Uncle Deng, what do you want to do?"
Old Deng said everything he needed to say. At least their family did not suffer a stigma. As long as his son and daughter-in-law were not slandered, Zheng's father would feel relieved.
"Let him go. I don't want to see him."
"good."
In fact, Mr. Deng could also give orders to the soldiers on guard in the compound to do their job.
But Zheng's father didn't mind. It allowed him to vent his anger.
He called the soldiers over, and Zheng's father watched while Sun Jun was dragged away.
If Sun Junye didn't also have a position, he wouldn't be let off so easily.
"If you don't listen to me, you will regret it sooner or later." Sun Junye turned around and shouted at Mr. Deng, still unconvinced.
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