Weng Shao let out a soft laugh. "That's why I said having children is the most profitable business in the world. Saving someone's life, raising a child—just one sentence, 'a father's debts are repaid by his son,' and you can shift every responsibility and obligation onto someone else's shoulders. Never mind whether they're willing. And what if they aren't? As long as you irresponsibly say, 'I was worried you'd turn bad,' it seems to excuse every hardship in the world."
"If I don't excuse it, does that make me immature?"
Weng Yingjie had long experienced Weng Shao's sharp tongue and biting sarcasm. Still, being repeatedly pressed like this in front of all the Weng Group shareholders—and his old enemy—made him feel utterly humiliated.
"I already said that we misunderstood you before. Your mother and I now know that you're not some heartless, ungrateful, disloyal bad child." Weng Yingjie took a deep breath, stressing the words "heartless," "ungrateful," and "disloyal." "We'll do our best to make it up to you."
"That's good." Weng Shao's eyes curved as he said meaningfully, "Good thing the two of you have realized your mistake. Otherwise, I'd really start wondering whether I'm actually the biological son of you and Ms. Zhou Shujing."
The instant he heard that, Weng Yingjie's mind went blank. He even stopped breathing instinctively, his heart pounding wildly.
"You—" Weng Yingjie swallowed back what he had been about to say and snapped indignantly, "What nonsense are you talking about? Are you trying to anger your mother and me to death?"
Before Weng Shao could speak, Weng Yingjie continued, "You're always complaining that your mother and I didn't treat you well, saying we favored the others. But your older brother and younger brother aren't as caustic as you! Think carefully about the nonsense you