Old Man Cang is dead.
He had imagined thousands of ways of dying. He would hold a grand funeral with countless relatives and friends attending. In the luxurious and extravagant environment, people would talk about the glorious achievements he had created.
But what is the truth?
If it weren't for Cang Qiong's desperate efforts to preserve the current Old Cang family, even a place to live would be a luxury for him. Aside from the two people he hated the most standing in front of him, there was no one else in the huge house.
Is he wrong?
Maybe.
When Cang Chengye took the child out of the house, his eyes were extremely calm. He spoke in a very steady voice about his impression of that little bit of warmth that might have been insignificant.
"When I first met Mr. Cang, he might have looked down on me, but he was willing to give me food and drink, so I thought he was a good person."
Those who have never appreciated the kindness of others regard the little gifts given to them as insignificant light.
"Why did it turn out like this...I don't quite understand." Cang Chengye sighed.
It's all destiny.
"So, are you sad now, sir?" Duan Yuchen didn't ask anything else. It made no difference to him whether one person was dead or alive. The only thing he cared about was whether his husband was happy or not.
"No, how could I be sad when I have A Yu?" Cang Chengye's fingertips fluttered gently like butterflies. He rubbed the most beautiful petals in the world and pulled them to his lips and kissed them gently.
"I will spoil you from now on." Duan Yuchen expressed his love to him directly and frankly, as if he was coaxing a big dog.
"Well, the two of us will go a long way."
Cang Chengye's voice was hoarse.
Planning the wedding and the future with the children, the bad past is all over.
Seeing that his husband was in a bad mood, Duan Yuchen lowered his head, flipped through his phone, and randomly booked a flight.
He drove the car, let Cang Chengye sit in the passenger seat, and took him to the airport in a mysterious manner. When they got on the plane, many people were not surprised by this scene.
There are quite a lot of same-sex couples in recent years. Their relationships are so good that they just hold hands, which is no big deal.
Duan Yuchen took him to the beach. The sense of tranquility when looking out at the sea finally made Cang Chengye understand the boy's worries.
He hugged her and said, "Thank you, Yu."
There are too many sincere feelings, analyzed love, and couples walking on the beach.
Duan Yuchen sat on the ground, his eyes moving around casually, but at this moment he saw a man carrying luggage.
He walked on the beach, his eyes showing the vicissitudes of life worn by time.
Mr. Meng?
Duan Yuchen lowered his head in thought. This title might be a little unfamiliar. It should be "father".
He didn't go there, because he didn't expect the world to be so small. He just took his husband to a random place to relax, but he ran into Mr. Meng, who was believed to be dead by everyone.
He dropped the package on the beach and sat down, scrolling through messages on his phone.
He should have known about the online news and must have known that the Duoluo family's affairs had been resolved. But why didn't he go home?
Duan Yuchen didn't understand.
Cang Chengye also noticed the child's gaze.
Not only had Mr. Meng shown him the photo, but his eldest brother and the others also had it. Judging from the passage of time and age, this person must be Mr. Meng.
Duan Yuchen took the mineral water bought by Cang Chengye and looked at it quietly.
The man moved. He looked around and finally locked his gaze on the gay couple. He walked over with his bag and said with a smile, "Young man, can I ask where you bought your mineral water?"
"There is a supermarket nearby, but it's quite far away. My husband buys a lot, so if you need it, I can give it to you." Duan Yuchen threw it accurately into his hands.
Mr. Meng didn't hesitate. He took it and sat down calmly.
"Are you here for a trip? That's great." He seemed very talkative, and from his features, one could tell he was a good person.
Duan Yuchen nodded and continued with interest: "What about you? What's your name?"
"I'm just wandering around, going wherever it's convenient. You can call me Uncle Meng."
"Don't you have any family?"
"Yes, I have several children, and I also have a very capable son. You young people must have heard of him!" Mr. Meng laughed heartily.
"who?"
"Duan Yuchen!" Mr. Meng said this, raised his head and took a gulp of water.
"Really?" Duan Yuchen was surprised. It seemed that Mr. Meng really knew what was happening on the Internet, but why didn't he go back?
"Of course, but he probably doesn't know I exist. And I don't want to go back and disturb their lives. As a human being, there are always too many things in life that are beyond our control." Mr. Meng said casually.
Seeing that the two people in front of me didn't look surprised or teasing at all, I was surprised.
During his wandering, he told his story to countless people, but everyone just laughed it off and thought he was a lunatic.
After all, how could a child like Duan Yuchen be the flesh and blood of a mad homeless person?
If he tells others about it, I'm afraid he himself won't believe it.
"Huh?" Duan Yuchen didn't understand.
"I'm old now and haven't run a company in a long time. I can't help at all if I go back, and it would only cause more trouble for the children. It's better to stay this way, and I can be free. I'll just wait for the day when I feel unwell and pass away peacefully. I've even signed a body donation form, which means I'll donate it to the hospital under Duan Yuchen's name, but I can't show it to you."
Perhaps it was because he rarely met people who believed in him, so he couldn't help but say a few more words. He reached out and scratched his hair, but looked a little troubled.
"What about your wife? Aren't you afraid that she will feel bad?" Duan Yuchen mentioned his mother.
My mother is a great person. She has lived in guilt all her life. She loves him with all her heart and has no intention of hiding her guilt towards Mr. Meng.
"My wife..."
This word is too old.
Mr. Meng remained silent.
He has liked the white moonlight all his life, and he has loved the person all his life.
"I know she's doing well now. If I go back to her, she'll probably think of a lot of bad memories. She's in poor health, and I'm afraid she won't be able to hold on. People need perseverance to survive."
He was afraid that he would get bad news when he returned.
When he is around, he will probably remind his lover over and over again what happened in the Dora family.
After all, there is so much information about lovers on the Internet now.
The actions of the Duoluo family can be summarized in one sentence online: they have harmed too many people.
Her son was abandoned in the country by him and is still missing and suffering. She was already desperate enough. Now that her son is back, she is so weak. The less obsessed she is, the weaker her energy will be. It would be better to let her keep looking forward to her return so that she can enjoy more happiness.
She is such a good girl, she shouldn't leave this world.
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