The more Gu Yun spoke, the worse he felt as he looked at his mother's photograph on the memorial altar.
He murmured, "Mom, a man said he was my father. He brought a photo of you two when you were young and told me all about how you fell in love. He said how much he loved you, but all I see is a coward."
"And I'm glad I look like you, not that man. He's just as disgusting as his son, Gu Cheng." Gu Yun suddenly remembered how Gu Cheng had tried to do that to him in the dorm that day, and his stomach turned.
"It wasn't that he couldn't find you. He just... didn't want to. Otherwise, with his influence, how could he possibly have failed to find you? It's all fake. They're all fake. But I really don't understand why he came looking for me. I'm no use to him at all. What do you think?" Gu Yun sounded increasingly desolate.
Ever since he was little, so many people had approached Gu Yun with ulterior motives.
Either they wanted him for his face, or they were relatives trying to get close to him so they could get their hands on his mother's property.
His maternal grandparents had left that property specifically to his mother. Although the house was very old and run-down, the land it stood on was extremely valuable.
That cousin of his mother's had rushed to take him in solely because of that land. Throughout his childhood, they had kept telling him how well they treated him. They were nice to his face, but behind his back, they always resented him.
They were all the same.
He really couldn't understand people's hearts.
Five minutes later, Gu Yun finished burning the paper money and