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"You ungrateful wretch, how dare you show your face here?" The middle-aged man shouted angrily, pointing his finger.
The sudden outburst left everyone present stunned, except for one person who wore a smile, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.
"Do you even see me as your father? Huh? Such a big issue, and I had to hear about it from others. You unfilial son!"
The barrage of insults made Liu Qingxi realize that the middle-aged man was Yang Yichen's father.
From the current situation, it seemed that the relationship between the father and son was not good, and the unfolding drama confirmed her suspicions.
"Hmph, shouldn't you be busy charming your Auntie Concubine instead of dealing with this?" The young man's tone was flat, as if discussing something trivial.
Yet Liu Qingxi could still read deep sorrow in his eyes!
Indeed, who wouldn't long for a warm family, harmonious and loving parents, and caring relatives instead of living alone in the countryside?
"Why didn't you inform your family?" The middle-aged man struggled to suppress his anger, his chest heaving, his face flushed red from rage.
"I have no father; he has been gone for many years! Only my mother remains!" Yang Yichen said while staring intently at Yang Bingshan.
The man finally couldn't hold back any longer; his gaze darted around before softening slightly. "We're blood relatives; how can we hold grudges overnight? How about this: come home with me, and let's celebrate together!"
In the end, his desire for scholarly pursuits and power overcame the conflict between father and son, prompting Yang Bingshan to lower his stance and seek reconciliation.
But would the young man agree?
Yang Yichen felt no interest in the warm scene painted by Yang Bingshan. If he were treated like this, he would probably be too agitated to sleep for three nights straight.
But now? After repeated disappointments, he had already become calm, with not a trace of turmoil in his heart, nor any gap for trust.
"If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first. My mother is still waiting for me at home!" Yang Yichen said as he turned to leave.
This left Yang Bingshan's face alternating between green and red, stunned for a long time, with turbulent waves surging within him.
He had already lowered himself to seek reconciliation; as an elder, wasn't this enough? What more did he want?
Yang Yichen's indifferent and contemptuous attitude trampled on his dignity and self-respect.
The crowd surrounding them seemed to be watching him as a joke, waiting to kick him while he was down.
Just as his son was about to leave his line of sight, Yang Bingshan shouted, "Yang Yichen, if you leave now, don't come back!"
The boy's calm expression cracked slightly; his fists clenched tightly, veins bulging. The girl beside him could feel the cold air and deep sorrow even from a distance.
At that moment, the boy's steady pace paused for a second before returning to normal, so subtly that even those closest to him didn't notice.
At this time, Yang Yichen's heart was not as calm as it appeared; on the contrary, his anger surged even more. After reaching the peak of his fury, he became unusually calm, as if any hurtful words would have no effect on him.
However, Yang Bingshan seemed unsatisfied and continued to shout, "Your mother shouldn't come back either!"
"Your mother shouldn't come back."
"Don't come back either."
Don't come back? Hmph! Yang Yichen suddenly realized that he felt unusually calm inside at this moment. When did he develop such resilience? Perhaps it was trained by the man behind him.
Slowly turning around, the boy smiled brilliantly, as if flowers were blooming. The surrounding noise faded further away, leaving only the so-called father's angry roar.
Could it be that they are so eager to drive away that mother and son? So that that woman can dominate alone?
The last bit of desire within, the final trace of warmth, disappeared completely.
"On what basis? My mother hasn't violated any of the seven reasons for divorce; what reason do you have?"
At this moment, the boy's aura surged dramatically, radiating an overwhelming presence. Even from dozens of meters away, Yang Bingshan was still shaken!
The onlookers around seemed to be watching him as a joke, their soft laughter felt like slaps on his face.
A buzzing voice reached his ears through the crowd: "What's going on? Are they arguing?"
The questioner was dressed in tattered clothes, with cracked lips, a dry head, and rough hands—a typical farmer.
Next to him, someone slightly better dressed explained for him and most others: "You don't know? This is a famous person in our town, as wealthy as Wanjia; that one is his son!"
"Oh! Isn't he very rich? Why are they arguing so fiercely then?"
These impoverished people simply couldn't understand the world of the wealthy. With food and drink in abundance, what could they possibly be dissatisfied with? Shouldn't they be enjoying life happily?
"Let me finish. It's because Young Master Yang is a scholar; he didn't inform his family." The truth was revealed in an instant, piercing through Yang Bingshan's facade.
As the saying goes, family shame should not be aired publicly. The harmonious pretense usually maintained was all exposed. Yang Bingshan's face flushed red; he couldn't utter another word and left in disgrace.
Yang Yichen ignored his hasty retreat and the chaotic sounds around him, directing the staff at the Grain Shop to help load things onto the cart and signaling the driver to get moving.
The journey was unusually quiet; even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.
This journey felt incredibly long. Liu Qingxi didn't know what to say. It seemed that at this moment, no matter what comfort was offered, it would feel pale and powerless; silence was the best companion.
The long road always has an end, and as they approached Ten Li Pu, the path became increasingly bumpy, jolting a few people's thoughts.
Yang Yichen looked up at the window and realized they had already arrived at Ten Li Pu. He smiled slightly and said, "Let's drop Qingxi off first!"
The driver shouted, and the carriage turned in the direction of Liu Qingxi's home.
As they got off the carriage, Liu Qingxi made a gesture of encouragement towards Yang Yichen, saying, "You can do it!"
Then she quickly began unloading her things with the help of the driver.
As the carriage turned to leave, Yang Yichen caught a glimpse through the window of the girl with a radiant smile, her fists clenched tightly as she suddenly made a powerful motion downward!
Suddenly, the gloom lifted, revealing a clear sky filled with white clouds and lush green grass—a scene of beauty and harmony.
It turned out that his world was not only filled with cold-hearted people like his father but also held warmth that belonged to him.
On another road near the eastern side of Ten Li Pu, a middle-aged woman dressed neatly with her hair meticulously styled swayed her hips as she hummed an off-key tune from abroad.
Her joy was evident as she danced, for the sound of her swaying waist was the most delightful music to her ears.
"Hehehe! This job pays quickly; I need to hurry and take on a few more clients!"
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