"Slap!" A heavy slap landed on Yan Dong's face.
Yan Dong covered his face and laughed: "Hahaha..."
"You unfilial son, how dare you laugh! Who told you to resign! Who gave you permission to resign!"
"Me." Yan Dong laughed heartily, "I allowed myself to resign, so what?"
"What qualifications do you have! Do you know how much effort your mother and I put in to get you into the station!"
"Heh, you still have the nerve to say that." Yan Dong lowered his hands from his face, looked up at his parents, and his smile gradually twisted, his laughter becoming gloomy and eerie: "If you weren't my parents, I would have reported you long ago."
When they met his gloomy gaze, the two of them froze.
After a long silence, his mother whispered, "You can't just resign whenever you want. Your superiors won't approve it, and submitting your resignation letter won't help..."
Yan Dong opened his briefcase, took out a report, and threw it at him: "Here's this? Do you think I can still cling to a position that doesn't belong to me?"
"Mental...illness?"
"Son, when will you..."
"Let me see!" The man snatched the report, then paused when he saw the date: "A report from ten years ago..."
"What? Ten years ago!" The woman snatched it to look, her voice hoarse as she saw the date: "Ten years ago, how could it be, how could it be..."
The man stared at him, his eyes glaring angrily: "Is this a fake report? With your current status, it wouldn't be difficult for you to get one of these."
"Huh?" Yan Dong held his head, his eyes filled with melancholy. He turned around, then turned back, his eyes filled with excitement. He burst out laughing: "The doctor is right. When a child in a family is sick, it only means that the parents are even more seriously ill! You should go see a doctor!"
"Not only did you lie to us with a fake report, but now you're calling your mother and me mentally ill! You must have a death wish! It's all my fault, all my fault for spoiling you too much. Other people's children are beaten from a young age, but your mother and I can't even bring ourselves to hit you! I should have listened to others, that a child needs a beating to grow up! Give me a stick, I want to beat this bastard to death!"
"Honey, calm down, calm down. Hitting someone is undignified. We're both professors, and if word gets out that we're hitting a child, we'll be laughed at. Besides, he's over thirty, he's not a child anymore, you can't hit him!"
"Heh..." Yan Dong laughed until tears streamed down his face: "You only didn't hit me because you were concerned about saving face, it was never because of me..."
"Stop laughing! I'm going to teach that stick a lesson today. Are you going to give it to me or not? If not, I'll go find it myself! The kitchen, right? There's a stick in the kitchen, right?"
“Honey, calm down! If we really hurt him, we'll lose face. Aren't you applying to be the principal? It'll be hard for you to get approved.”
Upon hearing this, the man, panting heavily, finally calmed down a bit.
“Yan Dong, I’m warning you, don’t try anything funny. If I say this report is fake, then it is fake. From now on, don’t mention this matter again.”
"You say it's fake, so it's fake? Who do you think you are, some kind of god?"
"I'm your father!" The man kicked him.
Yan Dong dodged away and said coldly, "What you received is just the old report. I have already submitted the new report, and given my current situation, my resignation should be approved by my superiors soon. You two don't need to worry about my future. Just pretend you never had a son like me. If you are in good health, have another one. If you don't want to have another one, adopt one."
“You’re the son of mine I adopted!” the man cursed.
Upon hearing this, a deathly silence fell.
The woman gasped, meeting Yan Dong's bloodshot eyes. She quickly lowered her head, not daring to look. She angrily pinched the man. The man realized what had happened and was filled with regret. The secret he had kept for 36 years had been revealed by him.
"Heh...hehe...hehehe, I see, I see..."
“Son, listen to me—” the woman tried to explain.
Yan Dong scoffed: "Explain what? Explain that you adopted a child and raised him like a puppet, just so that someone would take care of you in your old age? As for what this child thinks or wants, none of that matters, because he's adopted, so he has no right to it, right?"
"No...it's not like that..."
“Why bother explaining to him? We raised him, and he should be taking care of us in our old age and seeing us off when we die! If we hadn’t adopted him, who knows what kind of life he would be living. He doesn’t know how to be grateful at all.”
“Honey, say less. He…” the woman lowered her voice, “He’s sick. Don’t provoke him. This kind of illness can kill people when he goes crazy.”
The man took a deep breath: "It's a fake report."
"But what if it's true?"
“Kick him out. We can’t live with him anymore. He’s already so old, and he’s not married or has children. He’s still living with his parents. It’s wrong of him.”
Although the two spoke very softly, Yan Dong heard them both and continued packing his luggage.
This time, the two of them did not stop him, but simply watched him leave. Yan Dong even saw expectation in their eyes.
This is because they know he is sick, they are afraid he will go crazy and kill people, and they hope he will leave soon?
If you knew you could easily pass away after falling ill, you might as well have gone mad sooner!
However, his adoptive father is indeed quite intelligent, otherwise he wouldn't have reached his current position; that report was indeed fake.
He wasn't sick; he was more lucid than anyone else.
He had always wanted to be sick. He started seeing a psychologist ten years ago, hoping to make himself sick so he could escape his current fate.
But he lived with a clear mind, and with the guidance of a psychologist, and because he enjoyed watching animal documentaries and eating, he found healing through these things.
He used to not understand why he was normal living in such a family. Now he understands. It's because he is not the biological child of those extremely controlling parents. Perhaps his biological parents have more cheerful and resilient genes, which is why he has such a strong ability to withstand pressure and hasn't been driven crazy even after all this.
Carrying his luggage, he arrived at Xiaoqi Wildlife Park. He didn't know if the owner was still there. It was already dark, and the zoo was about to close.
Chen Meilan was about to go back when she saw a person standing at the entrance of the zoo carrying luggage, which was quite eye-catching.
"You've moved out already? Is everything going smoothly?" Chen Meilan's gaze was fixed on the redness and swelling on his cheek.
Yan Dong shielded himself with his hand and laughed, "Everything went fairly smoothly. I also learned something that made me feel very good."
"What's the matter?" Chen Meilan asked curiously.
Yan Dong laughed cheerfully, "I'm not their biological child, I'm just an adopted child. I'm happy that we share different blood!"
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