Zhang Zhentian never expected that because of one person’s actions, so many people would get hurt. How selfish must he be?
Actually, Zhang Zhentian really wanted to glance at his own grandson. He wanted to know what his grandson looked like and whether he resembled his son. He was curious about the child with the rumored astonishing talent at only five years old—who was he? He wanted to see if this was truly his own grandson. Indeed, President Tian always felt that perhaps this child was not his biological grandson, because he himself was rather slow-witted, while his son possessed a woman’s intuition, remarkable intelligence. Now his grandson, at only five years old, already displayed an imagination and intelligence far beyond ordinary people. For an average person like him, this was indeed hard to accept. Yet, it was a fact, and there was no choice but to embrace it. Having chosen this path, he had no other option but to accept it.
"When can you bring your son out for to see him? I’ll be honest with you, five years have passed, and I really want to see your son. I know I shouldn’t have been so heartless not to go back five years ago, so that I failed to be by her side all these years. All I want now is to live a quiet and mundane life outside. If you could bring her out to et , I would be the happiest man alive. But if you can’t bring him out, I won’t hold any grudges. The bitter fruit of one’s actions must ultimately be tasted by oneself!"
"You ntioned you’ve decided to let go of my mom, and there’s sothing I really want to know—can you truly let go in your heart?"
"What difference does it make if I can’t let go or if I can? No matter what, since I’ve made a decision, I must follow through. He wants happiness, wants freedom; I’ve given him happiness, given him freedom, allowing him to soar in the vast world. I know I shouldn’t ruin his future prospects and dreams just because of my half-hour whim! Actually, from the beginning when your mother told that I was her life’s biggest goal and dream, I never believed it. No one is indispensable in life. Nobody will stop living just because they’ve lost their other half. Gradually, I’ve co to realize that he was indeed happier without . Who doesn’t make mistakes in their lifeti? So mistakes can easily be corrected, while others, once made, leave no room for turning back for the rest of one’s life. Everyone has their own inner world, and each person has their own personal space. Even spouses can’t interfere with each other’s personal realms, and my wife and I will never be together again. When I was with her, I gave her enough space. She never gave any independence. What do you expect to say? Couldn’t I have wanted him near ? But not even once did that happen. In your mother’s eyes, what was most important to her was her career, her freedom, not , her husband. Every ti I thought about wanting to be by her side, she would say, ’Aren’t you a grown man? Don’t you have things to do? Are you expecting a woman to support you? A real man should have so responsibility.’ Every word your mother said to will forever be etched in my heart—I will never forget. I will keep these words hidden in my soul forever. All the things she’s done, every word she’s spoken, I will rember for the rest of my life. I wanted her to stay by my side forever. I want everyone to know it was because of such a woman that I beca what I am today. I regarded this woman as the most important person in my life, yet I wasn’t the most important person in her heart. She had lost faith in early on, so why should I be the one accused of losing trust in her? But now, he even wants to push all the bla onto . I never imagined there would be such a woman. Sotis when I think about it, my heart feels really tired. I’ve sacrificed so much for him, at any cost, but all that has co back to was this kind of treatnt. No one expects such treatnt to fall upon them. But like a spider web, it ensnares forever, making escape impossible. Once caught in these things, there is no getting free for the rest of one’s life. I understand, the relationship between your mother and , it’s like she is a raging fire, and I am but a moth. You know? A moth to a fla, flirting with self-destruction. From the first day I t her, my end was already decided, but still, I have no regrets. I will persist to the end for her, hoping my kindness may touch her. Only to discover in the end that your mother was truly heartless. No matter what I did, she remained indifferent. She didn’t care about the nature of the deeds, only their usefulness to her. Stop chasing after things that aren’t yours—it brings no benefit. Definitely not happiness. Why let unhappy matters linger beside you, preventing joy? Sotis, letting go truly changes things. Since the decision to let go has been made, don’t think about those unhappy things for the rest of your life. Today’s resolution doesn’t an there are no possibilities left in this lifeti. I also know that your mother and I will definitely not be together again in this lifeti. I understand that since she has made a decision, she will never look back, but I still hope she would return to my side, even if it’s just a wish. I hope I can stay in this wish that never ends. I don’t want my hope to turn into a vain longing. You know how painful that is. Vain hope, ti and again, only results in endless waiting in an ocean of suffering..."
"Alright, I have nothing else to say to you now. I have matters to attend to, so I’ll be leaving. If you have anything to say, call my mother and tell her directly. Don’t call anymore because I always feel like you’re going to place all the bla on my mother whenever we talk. The issues between you two should be resolved by the two of you, and nobody should co to about it. I don’t want to get involved and beco a stumbling block between you two!"
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