"Voluntarily give it up?"
A faint, cold smile tugged at Ji Yunhuai's lips as he repeated Ji Cheng's demand word for word. As though he found it utterly laughable, he let out a chuckle at the end.
"Ji Cheng." He addressed his father by name without a trace of respect, his lowered brows brimming with disdain. "What exactly do you gain by making your own son surrender his interests to an outsider?"
The temperature in the living room instantly dropped to freezing.
Although Ji Yunhuai had phrased it as a question, there was little genuine inquiry in his tone. He knew perfectly well what lay at the heart of this.
His main purpose was to mock, not question.
He had even intended to be more blunt, but remembering Old Master Ji's steadily declining health over the past few years, he swallowed the words that had nearly reached his lips: He's your real son, isn't he?
Yet even that oblique remark was enough to make Ji Cheng's expression visibly darken.
"Who gave you permission to call me by my name?" The man raised his voice, his glare a little too theatrical, as though he wanted to use anger to conceal something he couldn't let show. "Who gave you permission to be so disrespectful and even question your own father!"
After that outburst, Ji Cheng's chest began heaving, while Ji Yunhuai's expression remained cold and unruffled.
Perhaps realizing that venting his anger like this had no effect on Ji Yunhuai, Ji Cheng paused for a few seconds before saying sternly, "Why do you think I'm doing this? It's all for your sake!"
This time, Ji Yunhuai's expression did change a little.
But rather than the astonishment Ji Cheng had expected, he merely raised an eyebrow and asked indifferently, "Really? How is it