The Teacher's Mistress and Daughter? Tang San Was Dumbfounded

"There have always been fathers and sons killing each other, brothers turning on each other, parents selling their children—there's no shortage of such rotten shit in this world! Is the word 'father' some kind of get-out-of-death-free card?"

Nan Feng was so exasperated by Tang San's stubborn, foolish filial piety that he laughed. "Don't tell me you think that just because he bears the title of father, you should tolerate him without limits and even be moved to tears with gratitude? Please, did water get into your brain?!"

"Why should children be grateful to their parents?"

Nan Feng stared down at Tang San, every word sharp and precise. "Gratitude requires kindness. Only when someone has shown you kindness do you need to be grateful!"

"Parents give their children life, raise them, and teach them. That is why children have an obligation to be filial once they grow up. It is an equal exchange, and the foundation of human ethics."

"But what about that damn deadbeat father of yours? How did he raise you?"

"He made a child under four stand on a stool, cook for himself, and take care of himself! You even had to turn around and serve an able-bodied adult drunkard who did nothing but play dead all day!"

"What kind of beastly piece of shit would do something like that?!"

Pointing at Tang San's nose, Nan Feng berated him furiously in disappointment:

"They treated you like a free maid and a burden, then threw you away, and you're fucking sitting here feeling wronged? Are you that desperate to be treated like dirt?!"

Tang San had been so thoroughly scolded by that storm of abuse that he could not lift his head at all.

Those words sounded harsh and unpleasant. In the eyes of the world, they might even