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He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter, filled with a kind of desperate, reckless madness.

"Fine, didn't you want to be removed from the list? Didn't you want to distance yourself from it? Just removing my son isn't enough!"

He stared intently at Wang Rennian, and uttered a shocking statement through gritted teeth: "Cross me out too, cross our entire branch out of the family tree."

I can return the thirty-five mu of land that my father received from my grandfather to the clan.

But from this day forward, whether my Wang family lives or dies has absolutely nothing to do with the Wang family of Ping'an Town. You go your way, and we'll go ours!

"I'm not putting up with this anymore!!!"

The final roar was like a thunderclap, leaving everyone stunned.

Even Wang Yanning, who had been expressionless, suddenly turned around and looked at his father, who seemed to be going crazy, in disbelief.

Wang Shouye and the others were completely dumbfounded, their mouths agape, unable to utter a sound for a long time.

They never expected that Wang Laocai, who always valued his reputation and cared deeply about his ancestors, and who was always amiable in front of them, would dare to say something as utterly irreversible as crossing me out.

Inside the main room, there was a deathly silence, broken only by Wang Laocai's heavy, bellows-like breathing.

He stood there, his body slightly hunched, yet it was as if he had unloaded a tremendous burden.

Looking at her father's slightly trembling yet unusually upright back, and at the light in his bloodshot eyes that was a mixture of rage, pain, and a strange sense of pleasure, Wang Yanning felt a corner of the high wall of ice in her heart crumble.

Faced with Wang Laocai's reckless determination, Wang Shouye and his men were momentarily speechless, exchanging bewildered glances with extremely grim expressions.

In the end, under Wang Laocai's almost murderous gaze, he didn't dare to say anything more and left in a sorry state, looking utterly humiliated.

After the elders left in a sorry state, the Wang family's main hall was in a mess, the festive atmosphere vanished, leaving only leftover scraps and a suffocating silence.

Old Wang was still in the same position as when he shouted angrily, his chest heaving violently, staring intently at the empty doorway.

But the momentum that had fueled his outburst was rapidly fading as the enemy disappeared.

His shoulders slumped down little by little, and his back became somewhat hunched. He seemed to have been drained of all his strength, leaving only endless exhaustion and deep-seated grief.

Madam Wang was the first to recover from her shock. Thinking of her mistress, she felt a pang of sorrow.

Instead of immediately comforting her husband, she turned around and quickly began to clean up the overturned cups and dishes on the table and wipe up the spilled soup, trying to use these small acts of busyness to dispel the heavy atmosphere in the room and give the father and son some breathing room.

The slight clinking of porcelain made Wang Laocai shudder. He snapped back to reality, and his first reaction was to turn and look at his son.

Wang Yanning remained standing in the same spot, his posture as straight as a pine or bamboo, but the taut lines of his profile and his slightly lowered eyelashes betrayed the unease in his heart.

His father's outburst was completely unexpected. This father, whom he had perceived as weak and compromising, had actually stood before him in such a resolute and even self-destructive manner.

Watching his son's silent back, the anger that had arisen from defying the clan elders quickly cooled in Wang Laocai's heart. He opened his mouth, his throat dry: "Ning'er..."

He took two steps forward, but dared not get too close, looking as helpless as a child who had done something wrong.

He was the one who called his son home for dinner, but on such a happy day, he'd turned it into this mess. He looked at the chaotic room, then at his son, his sigh tinged with deep self-reproach and a sense of comfort:

"It's alright, it's alright, let them go, it'll be cleaner once they're gone."

He licked his chapped lips, forcing a smile that looked worse than a grimace, trying to lighten the mood:

"So what if we're removed from the list? It's no big deal. Our family is doing just fine, that's more important than anything else. We don't care about those empty titles."

Wang Yanning slowly turned around, her gaze falling on her father's face. That face was a mixture of exhaustion and ingratiation, as well as an undisguised sense of bewilderment and pain brought about by the break with the clan.

After all, being expelled from the clan and requesting to leave the clan is a huge deal for someone who values ​​clan values; it is a major event that will affect their reputation after death.

Did my father really not understand? He did understand. Yet he still did it anyway.

"Father," he began, his voice low and hoarse, but no longer the deliberately polite tone he had initially displayed, "you don't need to be like this."

Seeing that his son was willing to speak up and that his tone seemed to have softened, Old Man Wang felt relieved and quickly waved his hand, saying, "Yes, yes, I've been confused all these years. I always thought about keeping things peaceful and was afraid of offending people, which made you suffer."

He became more and more agitated as he spoke, his words becoming incoherent. "Those old guys can't control us anymore. We can close the door and live our own lives. You can do whatever you want, and Dad will support you."

Wang Yanning felt a mix of emotions as she watched her father's eagerness to make amends and his heartfelt sincerity.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Father, do you really not regret breaking with the clan, which might even affect the ancestral worship of our grandparents?"

These words struck a nerve with Wang Laocai. His face paled, and his eyes showed a moment of confusion and pain, but this was quickly replaced by a resolute determination.

He straightened his not-so-broad chest, his voice not loud, but exceptionally clear:

"What's there to regret? Back then, I didn't protect your mother, nor was I able to fulfill my filial duty and help your maternal grandparents' family. That was because I was useless. I let down your mother and you."

Over the years, I've always tried to please both sides, but I've ended up pleasing neither and even alienating you from me.

He took a deep breath, his eyes glistening with tears, but he tried hard not to let them fall: "I'm telling you this now, if the clan dares to use your grandparents' graves as a pretext to make things difficult for us, we will move out."

Even if I, Wang Laocai, am no longer capable, I can still find a peaceful burial site for my parents, and offer sacrifices to them every year, with incense burning continuously.

Living a good life is far more important than those empty titles and honors of the clan.

No one would disturb the peace of their ancestors unless driven to desperation. Wang Yanning felt a lump in her throat and quickly lowered her eyes to conceal the emotions surging within her.

"Father," Wang Yanning's voice trembled slightly when he spoke again, "this matter needs to be considered carefully. For now, let's deal with it."