"Aren’t you calling just because of the Su family’s existence?" There’s a saying that goes, ’The thief has a guilty conscience.’ Qin Zhenyi and even the mbers of the Qin family, including Old Master Qin, clearly dread the existence of the Su family. That’s why they pay so much attention to , repeatedly contact , yet each ti they can’t help but belittle the Su family. It’s simply laughable to listen to."
Qin Jiran felt that if the other party had the audacity to say such things, why shouldn’t he feel free to refute them? During the ti he spent with Yanyi, seeing how she dealt with these people, he had learned quite a lot too.
"Presumptuous! Is this how you speak to your elders? You simply have no upbringing!" Qin Zhenyi’s reprimanding words were actually his usual spiel, habitually used to scold the younger generation. But as soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he had misspoken, and his face turned unsightly in an instant.
"Upbringing? I don’t even have a family, so where would I get any manners from!" Indeed, the term ’upbringing’ sparked Qin Jiran’s mockery and disdain, as well as the dissatisfaction and resentnt buried deep in his heart—of course, there was also an overwhelming coldness!
If the Qin family had chosen to ignore his existence from birth to this very mont, pretending not to recognize him, then maybe he could really tell himself that the Qin family was just a group of unrelated people to him. He never cared about blood ties or held on to any grudges or gratitude!
But why did the Qin family insist on seeking him out at this ti, and why did they say those infuriating words over and over again? Did they really think he had such a good temper, or did they assu he would embody foolish loyalty or filial piety?
Qin Jiran remained icy cold. His biological grandfather and father ant nothing to him. They had hurt him deeply a long ti ago, so how could he still have any heart left for them?
"Presumptuous, even if you bla for not raising you from a young age, you should still be grateful. Without , where would you be? I am your father, and no matter how much you deny it, that’s a fact you cannot reject!" Qin Zhenyi was furious, but he also realized that Qin Jiran didn’t have a good impression of him as a father and seed unwilling to acknowledge him. Yet the grace of having brought him into the world was undeniable. How could he tolerate Qin Jiran’s confrontational behavior!
"Grateful? Are you talking to about gratitude?" For a mont, Qin Jiran truly felt an absurd sense of irony. A father who had abandoned him since childhood had the nerve to talk to him about gratitude. Gratitude for what? For abandoning him?
Parents who bring a child into this world have the right and duty to nurture that child. Abandoning them might even be considered a criminal act. And here was his father, who had abandoned him, discussing gratitude, if not absurd, then what is it!
"There’s no point in talking to soone who doesn’t agree, Mr. Qin. Don’t bother again, whatever your intentions might be. Whatever you ask of , I won’t grant your wish!" Having said that, Qin Jiran hung up the phone very rudely. He was suppressing his anger, giving off a very dangerous vibe. He resembled a volcano on the verge of eruption, at its most perilous stage just before the outburst.
Jiang Xiaobin wanted to comfort Qin Jiran but was sowhat afraid of him in this state, so he could only look at Qin Jiran in silence, filled with concern.
In fact, he knew that this man didn’t need his comfort; he had grown up with Qin Jiran since childhood. He understood this man’s strength and effort, witnessed his endurance and coldness. They were colleagues, friends, brothers. He knew that Qin Jiran, this man, never needed any comfort!
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