Qin Yu had only been fourteen or fifteen then, scared out of his wits. He hadn't had the presence of mind to consider anything else and had immediately said he chose him.
Qin Yuheng had seemed satisfied. Qin Yu had expected him to treat him coldly and take the opportunity to torment him, but instead, he had only made him kowtow a few times to his deceased mother and light a stick of incense. After that, he had never brought up the past again.
He had gone back to his carefree life as a rich kid, just as before.
The only difference was that Qin Yuheng forbade him from acknowledging Qin Feng as his father.
Although he didn't know why Qin Yuheng hated Qin Feng so much, he felt his brother treated him reasonably well. At least he had never lacked good food or anything else. After spending time with him and getting to know him, he had become even more convinced that Qin Yuheng wasn't a ruthless man. As for the claim that he had crippled his own father, that seemed a little far-fetched.
Having grown up with Qin Feng for over a decade, he naturally couldn't disown his father completely.
A while ago, Qin Feng had contacted him privately, saying he wanted to come back and see the two brothers. Qin Yu had felt that they were family, after all, and his brother couldn't stay angry with their father forever. His brother also seemed to have been in a good mood lately, so he had let Qin Feng return without telling Qin Yuheng.
He hadn't expected that Qin Yuheng really had broken Qin Feng's legs.
He couldn't help regretting it, afraid he would get caught in the crossfire. He also began to feel that perhaps he had never