The child who was not loved in childhood has grown up.
Cangkong actually felt a little relieved.
He remembered the way Grandpa Cang had educated that child; it was extremely harsh and cruel. He had used adult methods to destroy his mind bit by bit. He had wanted to stop him, but Grandpa Cang had given up on him long ago. How could he possibly listen to him?
"Really?" Cangkong said. He looked around. The photos hanging on the wall were almost all photos of Duan Yuchen.
It can be seen how much Cang Chengye loves Duan Yuchen.
He was not in a hurry, his hand holding the water glass was even shaking a little, and his eyes were a little uneasy.
What if Cang Chengye is unwilling to inherit the Cang family?
That Cang family...
Cangkong was extremely worried.
This was a mess for him. If it weren't for Old Man Cang's obsession, he probably wouldn't have kept the family business.
What’s the use of asking for money?
Money can't buy what you want.
When Cang Chengye came down from upstairs, nearly three hours had passed.
He was clearly wearing an abstinent suit when he went up, but now he changed into a casual bathrobe, as if he was on vacation, and his dark eyes exuded an aura that kept people at a distance.
"...Master Cang." Cang Qiong hesitated for a long time and couldn't think of a suitable name.
Obviously, the two of them are relatives, but with this address, my generation is suddenly lowered a lot.
"What are you doing here?" Cang Chengye didn't chase him away. He sat casually on the sofa with his long legs crossed. There were scratch marks on his cold white calves left by Duan Yuchen.
This kid is really cruel when he gets angry.
Although he thought so, a smile flashed across Cang Chengye's eyes.
Is it called beating when his wife hits him?
No,
That is family education.
"If it's about the Cang family, please leave. I won't interfere in the Cang family's affairs." Cang Chengye knew the current Cang family too well.
I know Mr. Cang too well.
I just feel disgusted by his unscrupulousness.
"Cheng Ye." Cang Qiong closed his eyes and knelt directly in front of the man: "Just think of it as my uncle begging you..."
Cang Chengye narrowed his eyes slightly and did not avoid.
"I really have no intention of managing the Cang family, but the Cang family is our ancestors' inheritance after all. You can't just watch it decline, right? Our ancestors in the underworld will never forgive us!" Cang Qiong kowtowed, pressed his fists on the floor, his lips turned pale, and his face was humiliated.
"Um?"
Cang Chengye smiled.
Cold and sarcastic.
"What does it have to do with me?"
If Grandpa Cang hadn't sent him to a homophobic center, hadn't hurt A Yu, hadn't threatened him to get married, and hadn't used him to threaten A Yu, perhaps he would have agreed.
But now.
Why?
Does he deserve it?
"Grandpa Cang raised you..." Cang Qiong knew it was too late to say anything, but he didn't give up. He looked up at the man, hesitant to say something: "It shouldn't be a bad thing for you to have more property..."
"Uncle Li, please send him out." Cang Chengye was too lazy to listen to his nonsense.
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard footsteps coming from the bedroom door.
He stood up immediately, his expression changing from indifferent to nervous: "What's wrong, baby? Did I disturb your sleep?"
How could Duan Yuchen fall asleep?
His hands were very sore, and although his stomach didn't hurt anymore, it was still daytime.
I just went downstairs to eat melon.
The last time Cang Qiong saw Duan Yuchen, he was still wearing a disguise, so he didn't really see the boy's appearance.
Looking at it now, Cangkong instantly understood why he had so many fans online.
Not only that, there are so many people willing to pay for him.
He really looked like a treasure lost in the world, the kind that would have wanted a dragon to protect him, with bright eyes and white teeth, a natural youthfulness, and a clean and mysterious look.
No wonder Cang Chengye holds him in the palm of his hand.
He was about the same height as the boy, but he couldn't help but feel a bit of pity for him.
Duan Yuchen looked at the current situation lazily, sitting on the sofa next to him. He had been listening upstairs for a while, so he naturally knew what Cangkong's purpose was.
He curled his lips slightly, put his arms around Cang Chengye's neck, and found the most comfortable position for himself like a Persian cat, nestling in the man's arms.
"You want me to inherit the family fortune? Although you are very capable, you should know that our assets are spread all over the world. In our eyes, the Cang family is nothing. Now the Cang family is on the verge of bankruptcy. Why should we take over this trouble?"
The Juvenile Ordinance provides a clear example.
"And putting that aside for now, you have to understand that we two won't have any children in the future. We've also decided that after we die, all our property will be handed over to the state. If it's inherited by us, it means it still won't exist a hundred years from now."
"Besides, we already have a son. Even if he's adopted, he still has my last name, Duan. No matter which path you take, the Cang family will eventually go bankrupt. The result will be the same, so why waste your time?"
The reasons Duan Yuchen gave were simply irrefutable.
The sky paused.
His eyes were conflicted.
It seems like, it is indeed like that?
"Also, I've seen the trending searches online. Cang Haonan isn't a child of the Cang family. If nothing unexpected happens, why don't you, Mr. Cang Qiong, go look for your own biological son? There might still be a glimmer of hope. Why bother me, Mr.?"
The young man raised his thin lips slightly, and every word he said was indicative of his husband's feelings.
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