Chapter 250: Chapter 242: This Is Everyone’s Usual Morning State 2_3
Rong Zhengfeng’s old face flushed with anger at his words, and he exclaimed in frustration, "I’m saying, only if you break off the engagement with the Gu Family girl, will I sever our relationship!"
"Oh." Rong Mochen nodded, "Is that so."
Rong Zhengfeng didn’t bother with beating around the bush and stated directly, "Tonight I’ve invited Director Gu and his wife to dinner at the Vegetarian Restaurant. Remember to be there."
"No time." Rong Mochen refused bluntly.
Rong Zhengfeng glared, "Rong Mochen, you’re pushing it too far!"
Rong Mochen looked at Rong Zhengfeng, his determined face gradually cooling, sternly, "Grandfather, breaking the engagement with Gu Lingyi is something I must do, no one can stop me!"
"..." Rong Zhengfeng’s breath hitched, his hand gripping the cane trembled, "Then what do you want? To live alone for the rest of your life? Are you still getting married or not?"
"When the time is right, I will naturally marry." And I definitely will.
"The right time? What is the right time? When I’m dead?" Rong Zhengfeng slammed his cane heavily on the ground.
Rong Mochen saw Rong Zhengfeng turning red with anger, his breathing labored.
He slightly pursed his thin lips, saying nothing.
Rong Zhengfeng took a few deep breaths, his old face gradually losing its vigor, his cloudy yet spirited eyes looking at Rong Mochen with worry, "Mo Chen, it’s been four years, four years, isn’t that enough? You, you can’t spend your whole life unmarried for the sake of someone who’s no longer here?"
"Old man, actually..."
Gu Yan was about to say that Jin Jumo was actually not dead, but was coldly interrupted by Rong Mochen, "Grandfather, I’m not intending to stay unmarried forever, I just need a little more time."
"But you’re almost thirty-three now, and you still need a little more time? When you’re my age and you say you need time, you’ll have to ask the heavens for it!" Rong Zhengfeng said, his face flushed with urgency.
Rong Mochen was silent again.
Upon seeing this, Rong Zhengfeng grew both anxious and helpless.
His grandson had been a taciturn one since childhood.
He couldn’t pry more words out of his mouth!
"Mo Chen, must I kneel down and beg you to get married?" Rong Zhengfeng said bitterly.
Rong Mochen’s dark eyes narrowed, he got up, walked over to Rong Zhengfeng, and supported him to sit on the sofa.
Rong Zhengfeng grasped the hand he placed on his arm, speaking earnestly, "Mo Chen, it’s been four years, it should be over by now."
"It isn’t over." Rong Mochen stared steadily at Rong Zhengfeng.
"..." Rong Zhengfeng’s cheeks twitched lightly, holding back his temper, "Then what else do you want to do? Don’t think I don’t know that you were responsible for the big mess with the Tang Family. Back then, Tang Ruan’s miscarriage was your doing, your brother knows it too, we all just pretended not to know. In these years, your mother has constantly given Tang Ruan a hard time because she couldn’t conceive, her life hasn’t been easy in these years, so she’s received her punishment. Now, her relationship with Si Nan is also having problems, she’s already received her retribution. But why won’t you let her go? Do you insist on seeing her dead before you’re satisfied?"
Rong Mochen’s expression remained cold, his voice sinister, "She’s not dead, is she?"
Rong Zhengfeng felt a chill in his heart, looking at Rong Mochen’s gloomy and cold face, he moved his lips and said in a low voice, "Don’t forget, the child in Tang Ruan’s belly was your brother’s own flesh and blood, your nephew too!"
Rong Mochen’s eyes darkened slightly.
"Mo Chen, these years, although your brother hasn’t mentioned the child, do you really think he feels no pain deep down? You destroyed his child!" Rong Zhengfeng said painfully, with eyes reddened.
Rong Mochen coldly curled his lips, staring at Rong Zhengfeng, "Whether the child she was carrying is my brother’s is still uncertain."
Rong Zhengfeng’s heart contracted violently, "What are you saying? The child she was carrying wasn’t your brother’s?"
Rong Mochen frowned slightly, "I only said it’s possible it wasn’t."
Rong Zhengfeng’s eyes widened in shock.
He knew his grandson.
If he didn’t have firm evidence, he would never make such baseless speculation...
Thinking of this, Rong Zhengfeng’s brow jumped fiercely.
Could it be that the child Tang Ruan was carrying back then wasn’t Si Nan’s...