"hehe."
Chen Feng sneered, "You drafted that document, and you signed it first."
"I agree to sever ties with you, why are you in such a hurry?"
"I...I..."
Chen Liqiang stammered "I" for a long time but couldn't utter a complete sentence.
It wasn't that he didn't want to talk about it, but rather that he genuinely didn't know how to say it.
Does he have to tell Chen Feng that signing that document was only for threatening purposes, and that he and Wang Yaqin didn't really want to kick Chen Feng out of the house?
"Old Chen, don't waste your breath on him."
Wang Yaqin, holding a ruler, charged over menacingly, saying, "He needs to be disciplined; a beating will do the trick."
After saying that, she swung her arm and slapped Chen Feng.
"Smack!"
Chen Feng dodged and grabbed the ruler from the side. "Wang Yaqin, you no longer have the right to hit me."
"You're talking nonsense!"
Wang Yaqin roared, "It's only natural for a mother to beat her son!"
"son?"
Chen Feng raised an eyebrow. "Not to mention that I've severed ties with you, even before, I was never your son."
"When you brought me back, I was overjoyed, like a desert traveler who had been thirsty for a long time and finally encountered sweet rain after going through all kinds of hardships."
“But what did you do? You thought that I grew up in an orphanage and picked up bad habits, so you refused to admit that you had found your biological child, afraid that I would embarrass you.”
“If I step into the house with my left foot, you say I have no manners; if I step into the house with my right foot, you say I have no upbringing.”
“You won’t even touch the water cup I’ve used to drink water or the bowls and chopsticks I’ve used to eat. You don’t even let me sit at the table when you’re eating because you think I’m dirty.”
“I take care of all the housework, buy you gifts with my own savings, and make you midnight snacks, just so you can look at me a little more.”
"But you regard it as dirt and discard it like worn-out shoes."
"You have the nerve to say I'm your son?"
"When have you ever treated me like a son?"
Wang Yaqin stood there, stunned, as if struck by lightning.
Chen Feng, who was always submissive, actually dared to accept the ruler.
He seemed to have become a different person, listing all the family's misdeeds in a rapid-fire manner.
Is the person in front of me really Chen Feng?
"You unfilial son, how dare you speak to your mother like that?"
Chen Liqiang stepped forward and kicked Chen Feng, knocking him to the ground.
"You want to sever ties with your family, right?"
"OK!"
"Once you take the blame for Haoran, you will have nothing to do with my Chen family anymore."
Chen Feng slowly stood up, then looked at Chen Liqiang with the same look he had given him as if he were an idiot.
"How could you say such a thing?"
"I have no connection with my family anymore, and you still expect me to take the blame for Chen Haoran?"
"That's right. In your hearts, Chen Haoran is your real son, while I am just a stray dog."
"Trading the life of a stray dog for the innocence of one's own son—that's a worthwhile deal!"
Chen Liqiang rolled his eyes. "Stop talking nonsense and just tell me, are you willing to follow our orders or not?"
"I don't want to."
Chen Feng shook his head decisively.
"Chen Haoran is your brother! Are you really willing to just watch him go to jail?"
"He won't go to jail."
Chen Feng said calmly, "Don't you have money? You can use money to settle things privately with that girl's parents."
"Of course, the girl's parents will definitely ask for an exorbitant amount, so you'd better be prepared."
This is not something Chen Feng is making up.
Chen Liqiang runs a medium-sized supermarket with a considerable income. Although the Chen family is not a wealthy family, they are definitely middle class.
According to Chen Feng's memories from his previous life, the girl's parents did indeed ask for an exorbitant price, and even signed an agreement with the Chen family for installment payments.
It was precisely because of this that the supermarket's cash flow broke down, and the Chen family's financial situation deteriorated.
Later, the entire Chen family blamed Chen Feng for the family's decline and demanded that he hand over almost all of his wages.
Chen Liqiang is an absolute miser.
When Chen Feng told him to use money to settle the trouble, how could he possibly stand it?
"Your mother is right, you really need to be disciplined!"
As he spoke, Chen Liqiang unbuckled his belt and lashed it hard at Chen Feng.
Chen Feng could have easily dodged it, but he stood still, neither dodging nor blocking.
"Bang!"
The buckle of the belt made intimate contact with Chen Feng's head.
In an instant, blood gushed out!
Upon seeing this, Chen Liqiang was taken aback.
He never expected that he could beat Chen Feng until his head was covered in blood.
"Yaqin, quickly find some bandages and call 120!"
"No."
Chen Feng raised his hand and wiped the blood from his face. "Wang Yaqin bled when she gave birth to me, didn't she?"
"Consider these as my repayment to you."
"In addition, I lived in the Chen family's house for three years. Based on the standard of living expenses of 30 yuan per day, I should owe you more than 30,000 yuan. I am generous, so I will just consider it as 40,000 yuan."
"Add to that the tuition, books and materials for the three years of high school, and it'll be 40,000."
"A total of 80,000 yuan. I will definitely pay you back within a year."
Chen Liqiang ignored Chen Feng and turned to the terrified Wang Yaqin, shouting, "What are you all standing there for? Call 120!"
In fact, he didn't care whether Chen Feng lived or died;
What he cared about was that if anything happened to Chen Feng, no one would take the blame for Chen Haoran.
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