Chen Yulian looked at Xu Chongfei, then turned to her son.
She sighed helplessly and scolded him. "Wen Yan, don't be rude. He's your father."
"I don't have a father!"
Xu Wenyan remained defiant. "I don't have a father who abandoned his pregnant wife and left for over a decade.
What use is a father like that?
Besides, I'm grown up now. It makes no difference whether I have a father. All I need is Mother, Grandpa, and Grandma!"
The bitterness on Xu Chongfei's face deepened as he listened.
Yet he could not refute a word.
He had planted these bitter fruits himself, and could only bear them himself.
Xu Wenyan turned and returned to his room.
The Xu Household raised its children well, so no one mocked Xu Wenyan, but there were still those who pitied him.
When he was little, whenever the night grew deep and quiet, he would wonder what his father looked like.
He would wonder when his father would return.
Whenever he went to see Xu Wenxiao and Xu Yunqi, he saw them surrounded by their complete families.
Loneliness would fill his heart.
But he hid it well, locking every emotion away inside.
Only now, when he saw Xu Chongfei, when he saw that irresponsible father of his return,
did he finally let it all erupt.
A son did not speak of his father's faults.
Unless he could no longer hold back.
"Husband, don't blame Wenyan. He's always been a sensible child. It's just..."
"I know. This is all the evil I've brought upon myself. If only I'd waited until he was six or seven before leaving,
he wouldn't treat me like this."
Chen Yulian took his hand. "Give our son some time to get used to you.
No grudge between father and son lasts