They said that sons and fathers were natural enemies. Shiraishi Yoshijo had once scoffed at that idea, but now he understood it all too well, because the insolent little bastard standing before him was his most beloved son.
What a sin!
Whenever he used to fool around with women, he had been delighted, but the consequences of that pleasure were truly karma coming full circle. It was not that retribution never came—it simply had not come yet!
He felt that all his worrying over those little bastards had been completely unnecessary.
"Nianze, come here."
Shiraishi Yoshijo put on a kindly smile. When Nianze leaned closer, his expression suddenly changed. He raised a hand and smacked the back of Nianze's head, roaring at the same time, "You little bastard, get as far away from me as you can right now!"
Nianze stared blankly after being hit. "Father, so you called me over just to vent your anger?"
Shiraishi Yoshijo glared and made as if to hit him again. Nianze did not dare say another word and ran off faster than a rabbit.
"I've worked my ass off all these years, only to end up with a pack of damned bastards. What a sin!"
He was deeply frustrated, but not surprised. He could even understand.
He had sons, and his sons had sons. He thought about his sons, so naturally his sons would think about their own sons.
Though his sons' sons were his grandsons, he had far too many children. He could barely keep up with his sons, let alone spare the energy to pay attention to his grandsons.
No wonder Nianze had said that he was a father too. If he did not fight for it, his children would have no future. Would they have to rely on their old