Cheng Xingwang's expression changed. It was precisely because he was worried about this that he wanted to hand Chengyi Restaurant over to Cheng Lang. As long as Cheng Lang accepted his offer, it meant he had forgiven him as a father. Otherwise, how could anyone accept someone's things on one hand while sending them to prison with the other?
"Don't be so impatient. If he really is my son, it's a good thing if he's willing to accept it." Cheng Xingwang was afraid Cheng Lang would refuse. "Which is more important, me or half the shares in Chengyi Restaurant? Think it through. If I really go to prison, you and Cheng Yan might not even be able to keep that half of the shares!"
Seeing that Cheng Xingwang had made up his mind, Cheng Yan's mother was practically exploding with rage. This was exactly what she had feared, which was why she had stubbornly refused to let Cheng Lang through the door in the first place. Yet despite all her precautions, she still could not stop that bastard from competing with her son for the inheritance—and Cheng Xingwang was the one offering it to him.
Cheng Yan's mother trembled with fury. How had she been so blind as to marry such an irresponsible, cold-blooded, cowardly man? He cared only about his own safety. Had he ever considered her and Cheng Yan's situation? Cheng Lang had not even been acknowledged yet, and Cheng Xingwang was already plotting how to curry favor with him. If Cheng Lang truly returned to the Cheng Family, would there still be any place for her and Cheng Yan?
She had even swallowed her pride to plead for Cheng Xingwang. Now it seemed she might as well let him go to prison. So what if the other