He had also wanted to say that he would not fight Cheng Lang for the Zhao Family's inheritance. But he had never been of the Zhao Family's blood to begin with, so voluntarily giving up his right to inherit their property was only natural. There was no need to bring it up at all.
He wanted to say that he hoped to remain with the Zhao Family as their adopted son in the future, staying by his parents' side. But he was also afraid that his presence would create a rift between Cheng Lang and their parents.
After thinking it over and over, Zhao Chenxu felt that only by completely leaving the Zhao Family and erasing the sense of his existence there over the past decade or so could he truly give his parents back to Cheng Lang and allow Cheng Lang to fully integrate into his new family.
Cheng Lang looked at Zhao Chenxu, who was chattering nonstop, with a slight headache.
—The kid talked himself into greater and greater sorrow, and before he knew it, tears and snot were streaming down his face, his nose red from crying.
Cheng Lang pulled out several tissues and handed them to Zhao Chenxu. Zhao Chenxu wiped away his tears and blew his nose before saying through sobs, "Don't think I'm putting on an act to gain your sympathy. That's not what I mean. I will definitely leave the Zhao Family. And I won't let Mom and Dad think you forced me away. Don't worry, even though I can't give you back the past nineteen years, I swear that I'll never appear before you again. I won't make you feel that Mom and Dad treat me better than they treat you—"
At that point, Zhao Chenxu realized something was wrong again and