He Tun returned to Pate Castle two days earlier than Lin Xueluo.
His sturdy and valiant physique was still the same, but his resolute face was visibly haggard.
Generally speaking, He Tun was not a handsome man. He had strong masculine lines, which were very rough. He was a man among men.
He Tun hadn't seen his little fifteen for four or five days, and Old Eight kept saying that the little one was looking for his mother, so He Tun's pace of returning to Pate Castle became faster. Perhaps because he was old physically and mentally, and his wish was about to be fulfilled, He Tun paid special attention to his little fifteen.
Occasionally, when He Tun stared at Little fifteen, he would be surprised: Little fifteen and Feng Xinglang, both father and son, obviously looked like that woman, but He Tun hated Feng Xinglang to the bone, and favored Little fifteen very much.
Or perhaps He Tun was still immersed in a dream that he couldn't wake up from: he wanted to grow old with that woman, and have another child for him and her.
Little fifteen became an important role in the dream that He Tun couldn't wake up from: he and that woman's' child '.
And the little one was raised by He Tun. He was closer to the 'child' of him and that woman.
But Feng Xinglang was not so lucky.
Feng Xinglang's existence always reminded He Tun that it was that woman who betrayed him and gave birth to an unfilial child with Feng Yishan!
Feng Xinglang's existence was the evidence of that woman's betrayal!
Irrefutable evidence!
It was even more shameful!
The shame of He Tun's life!
Therefore, He Tun must make this' shame 'disappear from his life.
He Tun deceived himself, thinking that as long as this humiliation disappeared, his hatred would also vanish.
This was why He Tun, who had become an arrogant man, still had to go to Shen Cheng City to make things difficult for a pair of fatherless brothers.
The process didn't let him down too much. Feng Xinglang was definitely a rare opponent.
That was why He Tun's road of revenge was quite exciting. It was a very interesting process.
But in the end, He Tun still won. Because Feng Xinglang had become his prisoner. He could do whatever he wanted to him.
In Shen Cheng City, he still had some scruples; but in Pate Castle, this was like a small world for He Tun. If he wanted Feng Xinglang to be chopped into pieces, he would definitely do it.
*****
In Pater Castle, the four sworn brothers lined up and waited.
Little Fifteen's priority had always been the highest. He was in the middle and at the front.
Beside Fifteen stood Eighth Xing, while Fourth Xing and Fifth Xing stood on the left and right respectively. When River Tun was not in Pater Castle, most of their tasks were to protect Little Fifteen.
"Eighth Brother, how did you know I was in the Darkroom?"
The little fellow glanced sideways at Eighth Xing, who was taller than him, and grumbled in annoyance.
"I've always known."
Xing Laoba looked down at Little Fifteen and stroked his head. "If it weren't for your eighth brother's help, do you think you would have the chance to see your biological father?"
It was one thing for this little thing to not be grateful to him, Xing Ba, but it was actually snorting at him.
"Bastard!"
Sure enough, the little guy didn't appreciate it. "You must be the one who chained my bastard father to the bed. I hate you! "
"Lock your bastard biological father … That's what foster father wants! I'm only responsible for carrying out godfather's orders. "
Compared to Fourth Xing and Fifth Xing, Eighth Xing was much more of an opportunist. He was good at changing the direction of the wind in front of the little guy. Of course, it had to be under the guidance of foster father He Tun.
"Coward! You don't only know how to listen to foster father! "
The little guy snorted in disgust.
"If you're not a coward, then go ahead! When foster father comes back, you can order him to release your bastard biological father! Let's see if it will backfire: Foster father will cut Feng Xinglang into pieces in a fit of rage … Who knows! "
While Xing Ba was threatening the little guy, he was also reminding him to be careful with his words and actions in front of foster father He Tun.
Little Fifteen glared at Eighth Xing and didn't say anything else.
As for Little Fifteen and Xing Laoba's chatter in Chinese, they couldn't understand a single word of it. There was no need for them to understand. They just felt that Little Fifteen should be closer to Eighth Xing.
The little guy pursed his lips and paused for a moment before asking, "Eighth Xing, you won't tell foster father about me entering the Darkroom, will you?"
"Don't worry, I'm not that kind of person! As long as it's within the scope of my duty, I'll definitely help my brothers if I can. "
Look at Eighth Xing's words. They sounded better than a song.
Of course, the little guy didn't know that the reason Eighth Xing had helped him was because his biological father, Feng Xinglang, had threatened to kill himself.
Because Eighth Xing wasn't sure whether Feng Xinglang would really commit suicide or not. But Feng Xinglang's situation was really bad.
In order not to add unnecessary trouble to himself, Eighth Xing finally gave in to Feng Xinglang's threat. As long as he could stall until foster father He Tun returned to Pater Castle, everything would be fine. Then there would be nothing for Eighth Xing to do.
"Good brother!"
The little guy punched Eighth Xing in the stomach with his little fist to show his goodwill.
This little guy was so gullible!
Eighth Xing was very pleased. He couldn't beat his father in IQ, but he could still completely crush his son!
This pursuit …
"By the way, Eighth Xing, do you think foster father will really kill my bastard biological father?"
The little fellow's brows knitted together in sadness.
"It's hard to say … It depends on your bastard biological father's luck."
Eighth Xing sighed softly. He knew that things did not bode well for Feng Xinglang this time.
Even if he had wings, he wouldn't be able to fly out of Pater Castle. And even if people outside had wings, they wouldn't be able to fly in at all.
"Fifteen … Fifteen …"
As the engine screeched to an emergency stop, He Tun's vigorous and urgent call came from outside the dome-shaped gate.
"Foster father is calling you."
Eighth Xing gave the little guy a push. It seemed that the little guy was still immersed in the sadness of whether his biological father, Feng Xinglang, would die or not.
"Don't make foster father unhappy," Eighth Xing reminded him kindly.
"Foster father … Fifteen is here!"
The little guy yelled back to He Tun. He patted his drooping little face and forced a smile as he went out to greet his father.
Foster father was important, but biological father was even more important. Not to mention that his biological father was still a weak prisoner at the moment.
In most cases, people would sympathize with the weak.
"Fifteen … I miss foster father so much!"
He Tun lifted the little fellow who was running towards him up high and kissed him on the little face a few times. Then, he held him tightly in his arms.
The strength of those tight arms was almost suffocating the little fellow.
"Foster father, where's my mommy? Why didn't she come back? "
The little guy suddenly realized that even when the servants drove the limousine to the garage, he didn't see his dear mommy get out.
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