Chapter 646 - 676: There Are a Lot of Things You Didn’t Expect
Chapter 646: Chapter 676: There Are a Lot of Things You Didn’t Expect
Shen Zhengfeng looked at his son, who was now much taller than him, and suddenly felt a little sentimental.
’Am I really getting old?’
Both of his sons had now entered the business world, each more brilliant than the last.
Especially this one before him—the son he had once looked down on the most. Yet, his business was now flourishing. Add to that the foundation he had provided, the Du family’s network, and the excellent timing of the current economic boom.
The stars had all aligned for him!
Shen Zhengfeng said, "Xiao Yi, I never expected you to become so successful."
Shen Yi replied, "There are plenty of things you never expected. For example, you never expected that my mom, whom you didn’t cherish back then, would be living so happily now."
The corner of Shen Zhengfeng’s mouth twitched, and any trace of sentimentality he felt vanished in an instant.
He said, "Xiao Yi, I know you still remember what happened before, but those are adult matters. To be fair, I never hurt you, did I?"
"Then did you ever fulfill your duties as a father to me? From the time I was a child, I was raised by my mom and a nanny. Later, for a while, I was even sent to a psychologist. And then, because I got into fights, I was sent to Ping’an Town. After that, you and Mom divorced, and we severed our father-son relationship. You may not have hurt me, but you never treated me like a son, either."
"But I was... busy with the business back then, wasn’t I?"
Shen Yi sneered, "Busy with business... that’s a great excuse. But in the end, it was because you never had my mom or me, your son, in your heart. That’s why you were so neglectful. I’m very busy with my business now, too—no less than you were when you were young. But I make time to come home and be with Jiao Jiao. I know she’s miserable with her morning sickness. I know she can’t sleep well at night because of her belly. And I know she’s incredibly worried every time she goes for a check-up, afraid there might be a health problem with the baby. I do my best to be there with her for all of it."
"Most importantly, the reason I work so hard to make money now is for my wife, my child, and my own little family."
Shen Yi looked at Shen Zhengfeng’s ashen face and said with a sneer, "And you? Back then, you were so busy, with no time for your wife and child, single-mindedly making money... what was it all for?"
Shen Zhengfeng answered with difficulty, "Of course... it was also for you and your mom."
Shen Yi suddenly burst out laughing. "Shen Zhengfeng, I bet even you don’t believe that when you say it."
Shen Zhengfeng’s expression had become impossibly ugly. He forcefully ground the extinguished cigarette butt with his foot and said, "Fine. I wronged you and your mother before. But Xiao Yi, you have to thank me for what you have today, right? Didn’t I give you the clothing factory? Didn’t I give you that courtyard house? Without that foundation, how could you have achieved what you have now?"
"Shen Zhengfeng, you have the nerve to bring that up? Let me ask you, who gave you your first pot of gold to start your business? It was my mom! It was my grandfather and his family! The reason you gave me the clothing factory wasn’t because you had a crisis of conscience; it was because all of it belonged to my mom in the first place!"
Shen Zhengfeng was completely floored. He never thought Shen Yi would be so blunt and just say it like that.
But Shen Yi had no intention of letting him off the hook. He took a step forward and sneered, "You want to tally things up? Fine. For all these years, how much have you accomplished using the Du family’s connections? Should we calculate that, too? And while you were still married to my mom, how much money did you spend subsidizing that mother and son? Let’s add that up, shall we? Back then, your money was considered joint marital income with my mom. You spent it on your mistress. On that matter, you don’t have a leg to stand on!"
’You wanted to settle accounts, didn’t you?’
’Bring it on!’