It was obvious that Feng Xinglang did not want to drink tea.
Especially when he was facing He Tun.
But if He Tun really wanted to hide the little fellow, the huge Pater Castle was not a place that he could easily find.
Feng Xinglang's heart was heavy when he revisited this place.
A biological father had almost beaten his own son to death in his territory.
And the one who saved his life was his wife, Lin Xueluo, whom he had let down for more than five years!
The woman had survived the entire journey and had even raised his son. Perhaps only when he was in her shoes would he have a deeper understanding of the hardships she had gone through.
What kind of indomitable will supported her to sacrifice herself without asking for anything in return?!
Feng Xinglang knew that the woman missed her son, so he hastened his pace to Pater Castle. Even if he did not want to see the person in front of him, he still came. Originally, he wanted to 'neglect' the willful little thing for a few more days, but he could not bear to let go of his woman's intense longing for his son.
So, this time, he came with the intention of 'compromising'.
For his woman, and for his own child! These two people were worthy of him, Feng Xinglang, being wronged for once!
Feng Xinglang sat down, picked up the cup of tea, and took a sip.
Feng Xinglang's meekness made He Tun feel gratified.
It was as if he could see the light of hope that he could bury the hatchet with his own son.
"Ah Lang, Fifteen said that you like to eat mango pastries, so I specially asked the chef to make some."
He Tun pushed the bamboo basket on the table to Feng Xinglang's hand. "It's freshly baked, try it."
Unexpectedly, Feng Xinglang did not refuse He Tun's good intentions. He reached out and took a piece, throwing it to Bassoon who was looking around vigilantly.
Almost reflexively, Bassoon quickly grabbed it, and the pitiful pastry was instantly crushed into powder.
Bassoon was slightly embarrassed. He did not expect Feng Xinglang to throw food to him.
"It's fine if you don't want to eat it, but why did you crush it? What a waste! "
It sounded like Feng Xinglang was trying to find something to say.
Or perhaps, he was just killing time, waiting for He Tun to hand over his son.
He could force his way through. Presumably, River Town would not stop him from turning Pate Castle upside down.
But he didn't do that!
He wanted his son to see a loving father.
Have endless fatherly and motherly love, be a healthy and happy child.
Feng Xinglang suppressed the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart, patiently waiting for his son to appear.
It's just a shower. It shouldn't take too long.
But when the tree longs for peace, the wind never ceases.
"Ah Lang, last Friday was the anniversary of your mother's death. In the blink of an eye, twenty-six years passed. You were only eight or nine years old at that time … "
Following He Tun's nagging, Feng Xinglang's handsome face slowly darkened. There seemed to be a layer of invisible frost enveloping his entire body.
He could not get out; no one could get in.
"Ah Lang, I'm really sorry. I was blinded by hatred. Not only did I cause you and your mother to suffer, but I almost … almost lost my own flesh and blood! "
"Ah Lang, I won't ask for your forgiveness in this life. I don't have the face to forgive you … "
The more He Tun talked, the more emotional he became. He had already started to call himself 'father'.
"Ah Lang, I only hope that you can live a happy life. Then I have nothing to ask for in this life! "
He Tun's' confession 'was getting more and more emotional.
Looking at him, he almost came up to his son, Feng Xinglang, and then they would hug each other and cry.
The muscles on Feng Xinglang's face twitched stiffly. The emotions that he had been suppressing seemed to burst out in the next second.
Scold He Tun?
Or should he give him a taste of his own medicine?
None of them could vent the pain and humiliation he had suffered!
Feng Xinglang's chest was heaving up and down. Because the hatred that had accumulated in his chest seemed to be ignited once again.
But the words that came out of his mouth were different.
"Let bygones be bygones! Where's Nuo Nuo? He should have finished his shower, right? "
Feng Xinglang said calmly. At least he looked calm on the surface.
"Ah Lang, I'm really happy that you can think this way! Your breadth of mind really makes your father blush with shame. "
He Tun seemed to have taken it seriously and started to repent.
"It's been so long, why hasn't Nuo Nuo come out yet?"
"Twelve, go see if Fifteenth is done."
Under Feng Xinglang's reminder, He Tun pretended to turn his head and ask Xing Twelve.
He did not know if He Tun could see that his son, Feng Xinglang's thoughts were completely different from his own. His heart and mind were only filled with his own son, Feng Linnuo.
"Godfather, once Fifteenth Brother is done, he should be out soon. Three generations of you are in the same room tonight. I think Fifteenth will run faster than anyone else. "
With the extremely unfriendly Bassoon around, Xing Twelve naturally did not leave He Tun's side.
"Xing Twelve, if your godfather wants you to go, then go. What are you waiting for? Are you looking down on your godfather? "
Feng Xinglang's retort left Xing Twelve with no way out.
"Twelve, go and urge your fifteenth brother. Old Nine is here. "
He Tun followed Feng Xinglang's order and urged Xing Twelve who was beside him.
Old Nine?
Wasn't Old Nine Xing punished by He Tun after his arm was chopped off by Cong Gang?
Feng Xinglang subconsciously looked behind He Tun at the man dressed in a Tang suit. He clearly had a Western face, but he purposely dressed up like a Chinese! No matter how he looked at it, it was a little out of place.
Looking at this guy's limbs, he should not be the Old Nine Xing from before.
Could it be that this evil man, He Tun, had adopted a new son?
He was about to be buried, why would he need to keep so many lackeys?
He Tun gave Xing Twelve a look, and Xing Twelve turned to leave. He did not forget to glare fiercely at Bassoon.
The man in the Tang suit behind He Tun immediately took two steps forward, maintaining a relatively close distance with He Tun.
"Ah Lang, you and Fifteenth should rest here tonight. Tomorrow morning, go and visit your mother's grave. It's a pity that Xue Luo did not come. "
Feng Xinglang did not reply to He Tun. His knuckles cracked as he clenched his fists.
"Why don't you stay here for a few more days? I'll let Eighth Brother escort Xue Luo here, and we can have a good reunion."
It had to be said that the more He Tun thought about it, the more he thought about it.
Did he really think that his own son, Feng Xinglang, would forgive him just like that? Then, the whole family would be happy?
He could really imagine it!
He really dared to imagine it!
Feng Xinglang did not want to say anything. He only stared at the tea in front of him with his deep eyes.
The amber colored tea retained the clarity of the water and the purity of the tea.
In the eyes of He Tun, it was his son's tacit agreement.
"William, make a cup of hot tea for Ah Lang."
*****
Because of his daughter-in-law Lin Xue Luo and grandson Fifteenth's concern for Xing Shisi, He Tun was still kind to the seriously injured Xing Shisi.
Under the advanced medical treatment, and because of his young age, Xing Shisi recovered very quickly. He could already accompany Fifteenth to do simple things like eating, drinking and playing.
Moreover, because of his identity as an 'uncle' and Lin Nuo's stay in Pater Castle, Xing Shisi was not abandoned, but was taken care of very carefully.
Not every foster son who was seriously injured could receive such benevolent care!
Lin Nuo did not know that his own father, Feng Xinglang, would come today. He had been flopping around in the large indoor swimming pool unhappily.
There was also a gray dolphin swimming with the little fellow. That was the pet that He Tun had just found for the little fellow.
Xing Shisi watched from the shore for a while, and only appeared when he heard his foster father's instruction of 'why isn't he here yet' from his earpiece.
"Fifteenth, your bastard father is here."
When he said that, the little fellow in the swimming pool immediately popped out of the water with bubbles.
"Old Twelve, you lied to me again!"
Why did he use the word 'again'? It was all because of the last time Xing Shisi was annoyed by the little fellow to the point of going crazy.
"Your real father is waiting in the living room! It's up to you whether you believe me or not! "
Xing Shier left swiftly after he spoke these words. He really could not stop worrying about Bassoon.
The little fellow was stunned for a few seconds, then quickly jumped out of the water and climbed ashore with the spirit of 'I'd rather believe it'.
"Fifteenth, wipe yourself dry first."
Xing Shisi, who was still wearing a spinal fixation device, immediately chased after him with a towel.
But he did not catch up to his heart that missed his own father!
"Bastard Feng Xinglang, if you still don't come this time, I will definitely not forgive you!
Those who lie to children are all big bad guys! "
The little fellow muttered resentfully as he sprinted away.
"Nuo Nuo … Nuo Nuo?"
Feng Xinglang chased after his son's voice.
It really is a bastard father!
The little fellow, who was panting, froze on the spot when he saw his biological father, Feng Xinglang, who was sprinting towards him.
Feng Xinglang picked up the little fellow from the ground, hugged him tightly in his arms, and kissed him messily.
"Nuo Nuo … good son, your biological father is here! I'm here to bring you home! "
Only when he felt his biological father's embrace did the little fellow believe that everything was real.
"Feng Xinglang, why are you only here now?! Don't you want me, your biological son? "
The little fellow whimpered pitifully. His big, watery eyes blinked a few times before tears rolled down his cheeks.
"How can that be? You are more precious than your biological father's life!"
Feng Xinglang kissed his son's little face over and over again, kissing and rubbing, rubbing and kissing again.
Looking at the father and son embracing each other intimately, He Tun's heart could be said to be filled with mixed feelings.
He could feel the deep affection that his son, Xing Lang, had for his grandson. He also felt guilty for not being able to give his own son such fatherly love.
Rather than saying that he was set up and fell into a trap, it would be more accurate to say that his love was too paranoid and manic.
But before He Tun could express his generosity, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
Feng Xinglang took off his outer coat and wrapped his son, Feng Linnuo, tightly inside. Then, he walked towards the living room door without looking back.
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