At the same time!
Cheng Buzheng naturally noticed...
the faint resentment in the gaze his bargain-bin son, Cheng Ping'an, cast at him.
Only then!
did Cheng Buzheng recall that not long ago, he had blasted this fine son of his away.
But he could not be blamed for that...
After all!
When fishing, who was not utterly focused?
Especially when playing a fish—there could not be the slightest disturbance.
Not killing him on the spot...
was already Cheng Buzheng showing consideration for his biological son.
Otherwise!
the consequences would have been even more severe.
Although Cheng Buzheng had an entirely sufficient and legitimate reason, facing the resentful look in his bargain-bin son's eyes now...
he still felt somewhat guilty.
But!
a father's dignity still had to be maintained.
Apologizing was absolutely out of the question.
Yet being stared at like this by his bargain-bin son...
did not look particularly good for his dignity either!
At that thought, Cheng Buzheng's mind turned, and he directly employed the grand art of changing the subject.
After giving a light cough, he put on a serious expression and said:
"Since all the preparations for the ceremony are in place!
Then let us not delay any longer.
It would not look good to keep the juniors waiting too long."
At this point, Cheng Buzheng's gaze fell on Murong Wanwan. With a trace of inquiry in his eyes, he asked:
"Wife, don't you think so?"
Yet he failed to notice that his tone had inadvertently taken on a hint of ingratiation.
On the other side, Murong Wanwan could not help secretly laughing as she watched the father and son before her.
She had also seen her husband's awkwardness and Cheng Ping'an's resentment.
After all!
she knew about Cheng Ping'an being blasted away by her husband earlier.