Sigh, so frustrating. I should have used a gentle tone and taken the opportunity to improve our father-son relationship.
Third Young Master Jun felt annoyed and secretly cursed himself for being such an idiot, though his face displayed an unbearable arrogance.
Sure enough, Ye Yuan’s face darkened as he lifted his chin defiantly. "Hmph, with the way you look now, do you think you can mistreat ? Take care of yourself first, stop ddling in my business. If it weren’t for Mom’s sake, I wouldn’t even bother with you."
Third Young Master Jun felt a surge of frustration clogging his chest. His face turned dark, and he glared fiercely at this little punk. What kind of attitude was this?
Is this how one speaks to their father?
The two of them stared each other down for a long ti before Ye Yuan huffed and turned away.
Third Young Master Jun rubbed his temples, feeling ridiculous for arguing with his own son like this.
He rembered back in the triangular region, when Ye Yuan had learned that he was his biological father—the look of resentnt and refusal to forgive in his eyes, saying he’d never acknowledge him as his father.
Third Young Master Jun’s gaze dimd.
"This little brat is still angry with , refusing to forgive , isn’t he?"
Ye Yuan’s expression shifted. He spoke brusquely, "Whether I forgive you or not, it doesn’t matter to you anyway. I’m just a kid; there’s nothing I can do about you. Mom and my sister like you and want to be with you—what can I even say?"
"I didn’t expect that, after everything that happened, you still hate this much," Third Young Master Jun said with a bitter smile.
The sadness he felt was undeniable—as a father, he couldn’t gain his child’s approval, not even hearing him call him Dad once.
This was his lifelong regret.
How he longed to hear his son call him Dad just once.
"But there’s one thing you’re wrong about. I care about you. Yuanyuan, you are my son, and there isn’t a father who doesn’t care about what his child thinks."
Ye Yuan turned his face away. "You don’t need to curry favor with . I know you love Mom very much, and you cherish my sister. But you also dislike , so why pretend to care about ?"
From the very beginning, he liked his sister but harbored hostility toward him, always finding him a nuisance, a troublemaker who caused friction between him and Mom. When teaching him gun skills and combat techniques, he was strict and rciless.
He had never shown him warmth, never held him the way he did his sister. When he was with her, he was so happy, with such pampering expressions—as if his sister was the only treasure in his palm.
But he had never held him, never displayed even the slightest hint of affection toward him.
Ye Yuan’s heart turned sour, his eyes reddened.
He hated him—so much.
But this hatred was different from before.
Before, he hated him for being so awful to Mom, making her endure years of hardship and sorrow. That’s why he despised him for being irresponsible, for burdening Mom for so many years.
But later, he heard about many things—about how Gu Yan had captured Mom, and how he had knelt humbly before Gu Yan to save her, even willingly shooting himself. Such a proud man had gone to such lengths for Mom.
And how Mom had gone to the Su Family’s territory to find him, and even though he was gravely injured and terribly ill, he gave his only chance for survival to Mom, allowing her to escape the primitive forest while he faced mortal peril.
The more truths he uncovered, the less he could bring himself to hate him. In fact, he had long forgiven him—long ceased to hate him.
Now, clearly, it was he who hated his son.
"What I hate the most is your careless attitude. Who do you think you are? Do you think I care about you as my father? All these years, I’ve lived just fine without a dad. Who cares whether or not you see as your son?"
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