Chu Qingyi felt deeply wronged. So what if his second uncle really had been the trafficker who abducted Chu Hengyi all those years ago? Their family had long since cut off contact with his second uncle. But the debt of gratitude for raising him all those years wasn't fake, was it?
Chu Hengyi truly was an ungrateful wretch. Because of old grievances from so many years ago, he had forgotten his parents' kindness in raising him completely.
Even if his father's intentions in adopting Chu Hengyi hadn't been pure, he had still saved Chu Hengyi's life and allowed him to grow up safely. If his father hadn't softened his heart back then, Chu Hengyi would have died long ago in the deep mountains and old forests. The Ye family would never have known where their son's remains were buried, and they still wanted a family reunion?
No matter what, that counted as saving his life, didn't it?
A debt of gratitude for saving his life, plus eighteen years of being raised—after all those years together, couldn't Chu Hengyi feel even the slightest bit of familial affection?
How could he be so eager to cast them aside? How could he return to the Ye family's embrace without even looking back?
His parents had cried sadly when they returned to their hometown. After all, they had raised him for eighteen years. No matter how harshly they spoke or how much resentment they held in their hearts, how could they have no feelings for him at all?
Whenever he thought of this, Chu Qingyi burned with hatred. Sure enough, people from wealthy families were cold-hearted by nature. If he had known this would happen, he should have been more careful back then. If he hadn't blurted out the wrong thing on the phone