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Chapter 116 He is not worthy of being a father
After Xun Cheng was transferred from the detention center to the prison, Chang Rong decided to go to the prison and brought the note left by Chang Tingting when she was awake for the last time.

Xun Cheng is much older. His hair, which used to be dyed dark and neatly combed with hairspray, has now turned into a gray patch.

He was wearing a prison uniform that didn't fit him very well, his hands were handcuffed, and his cheekbones were high.

Not long after this, Xun Cheng seemed to be a completely different person.

Chang Rong sat indifferently outside the glass. When Xun Cheng was taken out by the prison guards and saw Chang Rong, regret immediately appeared in his eyes.

But Chang Rong knew that he was all pretending. He once deceived his mother with such superb acting skills.

As soon as he sat down in front of the chair, Xun Cheng couldn't wait to pick up the phone in front of him, holding it to his ear with trembling hands.

Chang Rong sat outside, not reaching for the phone, but looking at Xun Cheng coldly.

He didn't say anything, just looked at the face of the man who was ten years older inside.

There was a self-deprecating smile in my heart. This was the first time Chang Rong stared at Xun Cheng so seriously for a long time.

He had never looked at his father so carefully.

When Xun Cheng was young, he could be easily recognized among the crowd because of his good looks. Today's Chang Rong is more similar to Xun Cheng when he was young.

He has never been looked at by Xun Cheng since he was a child, and he has never felt the feeling of being held in his father's arms since he can remember.

In his impression, Xun Cheng was always cold, vicious, and aloof.

Now that he has become a prisoner, Chang Rong feels extremely calm.

Under Xun Cheng's almost eager eyes, Chang Rong finally picked up the phone in front of him.

"Chang Rong, Chang Rong, son, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please help me, help me..."

Xun Cheng's lips trembled and he spoke incoherently.

Chang Rong looked at him with cold eyes and spoke slowly.

"I came today to give you something."

With that said, he turned over the note in his hand and handed it to Xun Cheng.

Across the glass, Xun Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked carefully at the crooked words on the note.

He recognized that character, it was the font that Chang Tingting often wrote after she had mental problems.

When she was normal, she could write very exquisite and beautiful regular scripts.

"This is……"

He leaned back guiltily, looked away from the note, and quickly looked at Chang Rong.

"My mother committed suicide by jumping off a building the day after she wrote this note."

The corners of Chang Rong's mouth raised slightly.

"Now, I have fulfilled her wish."

Chang Rong's fingers holding the phone receiver were long and slender, but the knuckles turned white from excessive force.

After Xun Cheng heard Chang Rong say these words, he fell back weakly and leaned on the back of the chair.

"Chang Rong, are you really not willing to save me again? I am your biological father, you are really... so ruthless..."

"Father."

Chang Rong interrupted him coldly.

"This is the last time I call you father. What I want to change most in my life is your dirty blood flowing in my body."

Xun Cheng smiled bitterly, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were very obvious.

"If you don't take care of yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth. You see, I am capable. I have grown from an orphan with nothing to a business tycoon dominating the southern region."

The wry smile gradually turned into an almost crazy expression.

"Do you know what life was like when I was a child? Do you know what it feels like to be treated like a little beast and called a little wild baby when you grow up?"

Xun Cheng pointed at Chang Rong, resentment suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"You, Chang Rong, you are my son and the young master of the Chang family. You will never understand. If you want something, just raise your hand and someone will bring it to you. This is how you have grown up. , but I’m different.”

"The things I want can only be grabbed with my own hands, by any means necessary. This is the only way I can get them!" Chang Rong calmly watched Xun Cheng finish these words.

When Xun Cheng finished speaking, he leaned back on the chair without any strength.

Chang Rong lowered his head and was silent for a minute before raising it again.

"Your life has already changed when you met my mother. She dug out her sincerity for you and believed in you time and time again, but you still failed her."

When Chang Tingting was mentioned, Xun Cheng's eyes were touched for a moment.

Chang Rong continued.

"All the suffering you have suffered is no excuse for you to trample on the sincerity and lives of others to satisfy your own ambitions."

With a snap, Chang Rong hung up the phone.

The moment he saw Chang Rong put down the receiver, Xun Cheng knew that he would never be able to turn around again. He would spend the rest of his life in this prison.

No, it is absolutely impossible.

He yelled angrily and was held down by the prison guard next to him, who then controlled him and took him back to the cell.

Chang Rong just sat there, watching Xun Cheng struggle continuously. In the end, he was no longer able to stand up to the two prison guards and was dragged away directly.

The door of the visiting room was closed. The small room where Xun Cheng was sitting just now was now only a chair and the receiver thrown on the table.

He sat there for a long time before slowly getting up and walking towards the door.

As soon as he walked out of the prison gate, the conspicuous red Ferrari was parked across the road.

Duan Xiaowu was leaning against the car and talking on the phone. Chang Rong walked over. When Duan Xiaowu saw him, she said something to the other end of the phone and turned off the phone.

"Why did it take so long to come out?"

Sitting in the car, Duan Xiaowu asked Chang Rong.

Chang Rong shook his head.

"Xun Cheng will always be Xun Cheng, and I shouldn't expect him to change."

There was a moment of silence in the car. Duan Xiaowu didn't speak, but just sat quietly next to Chang Rong.

I don’t know how long it took before Chang Rong spoke again.

"I personally sent my mother to the crematorium and watched her turn from a person into a box. I also personally sent my father to prison and watched him go crazy while being dragged away by the prison guards."

"But none of this has anything to do with you, Chang Rong."

Duan Xiaowu held the back of his hand.

"The wrong person is Xun Cheng, and you and your mother are both victims."

Chang Rong suddenly laughed.

"Yes, I'm just a victim. Now that the culprit has been arrested, why don't I feel relieved at all?"

He looks out the window.

"Fathers are born to love their children, just like dad loves you."

Duan Xiaowu felt a pain in her heart.

"He doesn't deserve to be your father."

Chang Rong took a deep breath and buried his face in his hands.

His shoulders began to shake slightly.

He cried.

Duan Xiaowu didn't know that Chang Rong didn't shed a single tear when sending his mother's ashes back to China.

At that time, Chang Rong felt an almost numb sadness in his heart.

But now Chang Rong, like a lost child who couldn't find a home, gradually changed from silent crying to low sobbing in Duan Xiaowu's car.

(End of this chapter)