“How do you know if you don’t try?”
Wen Zeli lowered his eyes and returned to the kettle. His voice was like a spring gurgling in a deep valley. "You have no right to interfere in my affairs."
"You!" Old Master Wen's voice suddenly rose, and he slammed the armrest heavily, his eyes looking extremely angry.
As if afraid of disturbing something, Mr. Wen lowered his voice again, "Don't forget, I am your father!"
Wen Zeli curled his lips into a smile, shook his head and pushed the tea in his hand to the old man.
"There is no difference between having and not having. It only adds to your troubles."
The two looked at each other under the light, showing a dangerous confrontation.
Old Master Wen had to admit that Wen Zeli was the child most like him: cold, aloof, and with a cynical compassion. At the same time, he was even colder-blooded, more cruel, and better at disguising himself than he was.
After all, he is old. Old Master Wen sighed in his heart. He can no longer control his son. Even with Wen Zeli's current status and power, even he could not catch up with him when he was young.
His attitude finally softened. Looking at his only surviving son, he said softly, "She's a good child. No matter what your reasons for marrying her are, I hope you'll give her a chance to live when you regret it."
Wen Zeli held the teacup, looked at his father who was getting older day by day, and asked curiously, "I'm confused as to why you always think so badly of me, as if I'm someone who can't love."
Mr. Wen stared at him, "Then can you?"
Wen Zeli smiled faintly and shook his head, "Not yet."
He clearly saw the old man's disappointed look for a moment.
Wen Zeli suddenly said: "But she believes it."
Although it was not explicitly stated who this "she" was, both of them knew who it was referring to.
Old Master Wen was stunned. He watched Wen Zeli walk out of the room swiftly and said with a sigh, "So many years have passed, and you haven't changed."
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