Chapter 1115: Chapter 1115: Shang’s Father and Son Backing He Chen
Because every ti He Huatang saw this son, it reminded him of the ti he was manipulated and forced to cheat.
He Huatang may have loved his first wife, Rong Manli, very much, but he loved her too carelessly. For thirty years, he didn’t realize the person beside him was the ‘Rong Manfang’ he originally despised the most.
This blow was fatal.
He Huatang had stayed awake all night, with various emotions brewing and clashing in his chest, his face growing darker and gloomier.
He pulled aside the blanket over his legs, struggled to stand, and with the help of the butler and uncle, staggered to Rong Manli, grabbed her neck with his right hand, “You, are, Rong, Manfang?”
Rong Manli was unable to move, she shook her head, tears streaming down her face, murmuring, “Master, I’ve been with you for thirty years, how can you believe soone else’s words? He Chen wants to destroy the He Family, he and his mother are scheming, don’t be fooled…”
The scheming Rong Manli could indeed grasp the key points and utilize them in certain monts.
Staring at the woman he had shared a bed with for thirty years, He Huatang was actually swayed.
Then, when the Emperor Green Jade Pendant was discarded onto Rong Manli’s lap, Rong Manfang said calmly behind them, “You truly are a perfect match. But rember, He Huatang, the person who fell in love with you back then was , the one married into your ho was , the one who was with you during the wedding night was also .
My son, He Chen, is not an illegitimate child, he was conceived in the second month after I married you, he is the eldest legitimate son born to your official wife.
He Huatang, Rong Manli, I am waiting to see your retribution.”
They stole her son’s life under the sunshine; they shall face retribution.
Rong Manfang left.
He Chen and Yin Mo escorted her out the door. In the glaring sunlight, Rong Manfang squinted uncomfortably, raised her hand to touch He Chen’s cheek, “Xiao Chen, there’s not much I can do for you, these years have been unfair to you.”
“It’s not unfair.” He Chen’s eyes lowered, but his voice was hoarse, “I will have soone escort you back to the hospital.”
Rong Manfang nodded gently, “No need to escort , go ahead and be busy.”
He Chen slightly nodded, watching Rong Manfang’s departing figure, his dim eyes filled with an inexplicable mix of complexity and gloom.
Dealing with the He Family brought him no sense of revenge.
None of this needed to happen.
The drama at the He Family seed to have co to a close.
He Chen held Yin Mo’s hand and returned to the main hall, ignoring He Huatang’s obscure gaze, just as he was about to speak, Fourth Great-Uncle suddenly received a piece of news that put him in a dilemma.
People from Shang’s had arrived.
For a mont, all the He Family mbers looked towards He Qing.
Because many people knew, their Eldest Young Master had deep ties with Young Master Shang, and if Shang’s supported him, perhaps… there might be a turnaround.
Rong Manli gripped the Jade Pendant on her knee, looking at He Qing as if she had survived a calamity, “Ah Qing, did they co for you? Go out and greet them.”
“Uncle, quickly have soone tidy up, don’t neglect the esteed guests.”
Rong Manli still, as before, instructed everyone without any psychological burden.
She step by step reached today, even being publicly exposed in her sches, she still considered herself the final winner.
She intended to prove to the entire He Family that her son He Qing was indeed more outstanding than He Chen!
Even at this mont, Rong Manli was still stuck in the dreams she wove for herself.
But no matter how arrogant He Qing was, he knew that so people were not likely here for him.
Since when had He Chen actually entered Shaoyan’s world?
From the distance in the long corridor, silhouettes approached, stepping closer under the daylight.
The person at the forefront wears a dark shirt and black trousers, carrying a powerful presence as he approaches.
“That’s Shang’s Young Master, Shang Shaoyan…”
“How could it be him? When did he return to Parma?”
Everyone’s gaze followed the man’s silhouette, and in a brief mont, he was right before their eyes.
Several uncles were confused but dared not neglect the esteed guest, hurriedly coming to the hall entrance to greet him.
Fourth Great-Uncle stood in front, cupped his hands and bowed, “Young Master Shang, thank you for coming from afar to help the He Family, our Eldest Young Master, he…”
Before the words were finished, the man had already walked past.
Inside the hall, He Chen looked at Shang Yu stepping over the threshold, his eyes red, pressing his eyelids with two fingers, the speed of his Adam’s apple visibly out of control.
A mont later, Shang Yu stood tall in the He Family hall, the man looked at He Chen, smirked as he walked over to him, and said in a deep, mocking tone, “Impressive.”
He Chen tightened his lips, turned his head, and cursed, “Shang Shaoyan, you, damn it…”
The words stuck, and He Chen choked up, unable to speak.
From the beginning, he never expected these brothers to co, especially Shang Yu’s arrival, which broke through He Chen’s suppressed emotions.
The emotion between brothers never needed verbal accolades or descriptions, as they stood before him, the solid feeling of being cared for was enough to unleash He Chen’s emotions.
He closed his eyes tightly, his nostrils flaring uncontrollably.
Shang Yu sighed deeply, raised his arm to hook He Chen’s shoulder, and gave him a firm pat, “How’s the family matter handled?”
He Chen focused and opened his eyes, brushing his cheek lightly, “Almost done.”
The man knowingly relaxed his brow, then slightly turned his head and instructed Liuyun, “Invite the old master in.”
“Yes, boss.”
The old master is… Shang Zonghai?
At this mont, He Qing couldn’t help but close his eyes in self-mockery, and the He family mbers felt sothing was very wrong.
Wasn’t it said… Eldest Young Master He Qing was the friend of Young Master Shang?
Why did this Young Master head straight to He Chen upon entering?
The five brothers stood side by side in the hall, Yin Mo hid in a corner, pouted, sniffled, clearly moved.
Qiaoqiao only said soone would back up He Chen, but didn’t say it would be Master Yan.
And the ssage she sent earlier was clearly sent to Wei Ang.
Unexpectedly, Master Yan ca to Parma himself.
Soon, when Shang Zonghai appeared, his first words plunged the He family into despair.
This dicine King of supre authority from Parma’s aristocracy rubbed Buddha Beads with one hand as he walked forward, and with a smile, mockingly said to He Chen, “You botherso kid, can’t you greet people?”
He Chen felt quite unworthy because his eyes turned red again.
Shang Zonghai ignored everyone in the hall, his gray casual Tang suit couldn’t obscure his deanor and presence.
He Chen stepped forward, lowered his head, and called him, “Godfather.”
Anyone could see that the never-ddling Shang Zonghai was here today to back He Chen.
The old master pushed the fra of his glasses, hung Buddha Beads at the base of his thumb, pointing at He Chen from a distance, “You grew up in this family, did I teach you to swallow your anger?”
He Chen was barely able to control his emotions, and hearing these words he hastily lowered his head, a tear fell just like that.
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