In fact, as Old Master Zhang, his heart truly ached. Although he knew exactly what kind of familial warmth his grandson yearned for, he was powerless to provide it. He understood that all it would take was a simple gesture, yet why was it so difficult for his own family? Why? Was it because they were a wealthy and influential family? After all, all the wealth they had today was earned through his own hard work, without breaking any laws or rules. Why then did they have to tear apart their family’s happiness ti and again? This imbalance in his heart was sothing he could not adjust. He was not the kind of person to forsake dignity for re face. He had let go of his principles as a person ti and again, made exceptions for others ti and again, but why, oh why, did they have to keep hurting her, and in doing so, hurting him—was that truly right?
Zhang Yichen also fully understood what his grandfather felt inside. He knew the great pain and conflict his grandfather endured, yet as a grandson he was at a loss. He could only watch helplessly as his family suffered heartache over these matters ti and again, while he stood by in silence, powerless to intervene. For a successful man, such a profound sense of defeat was a staggering blow. A life always smooth sailing, so why suddenly face such an onslaught of setbacks? Did he really not deserve happiness?
Both had their thoughts, yet when together, they chose to remain silent because they knew better than anyone that so things are best left unsaid. Once spoken, they might never return to the original state, and no one wished to witness such an outco. Neither of them were saints; they both needed the warm haven of family happiness, yet why did fate treat them so unfairly, harming their family again and again, destroying the happiness they deserved? For anyone, such blows were unbearable.
Moreover, both chose never to voice these thoughts, because once spoken, everything would change, making everyone uncomfortable and heartbroken. His closest kin, yet ti and again, they refused to return to him, to hurt him repeatedly—this was an intolerable truth. They did not want such pain, again and again buried in their hearts, never to be erased.
"Grandpa, why don’t my parents ever want to co back to my side, to take care of , their own son? In their hearts, am I really not worth a single instance of their care? Even a single exception for my sake would be sothing, but why are they always so cold and ruthless?"
Indeed, I can’t understand why I can’t win my parents’ love, being abandoned once or twice is enough, yet why do they keep abandoning all my life? Do I really not deserve their love?
Truth be told, I’ve never felt my parents’ affection throughout the years and have grown accustod to its absence. Yet, how can my heart be at peace? When I see other children cherished by their parents while mine avoid , it robs the joy from my heart as the younger generation. I question myself over and over—if my parents truly don’t love , then why did they bother to have at all? Was it rely to continue the family line, just fulfilling a duty?
No one can understand the pain in my heart, a tornt that stems from deep within the soul, caused by my own parents’ abandonnt. It’s an irrevocable part of my life, and I know that dwelling on the past is pointless, but I can’t let it go. It’s a nightmare in the depths of my soul—how can I just put it aside?
Sotis, I wish ti could rewind. If only I could revert to the very beginning, how happy I would be. If only my parents had shown a bit more love, I would be so grateful for this lifeti. But they never gave what I wanted, instead forcing upon the things I didn’t want. Since childhood, I’ve understood the principle of not imposing on others what you wouldn’t want for yourself, but why don’t my parents get it? Why do they keep doing things that hurt ? I don’t understand—am I still their biological son?"
As Old Master Zhang heard his grandson utter these words, he felt no less distressed. He understood that this was the demon within his grandson’s heart, and if he couldn’t step out from this shadow, then no matter how much he did or how hard he tried, it would be futile. Everything had to co from Yichen’s own experiences, his own realizations; only then could he truly mature.
"Child, never dwell on things that make you unhappy or miserable. No matter how your parents treat you, they are, after all, your parents. No matter how much they hurt you, you must still be grateful to them. Without them, how could you be here today? No matter what role you play in their lives, the fact that you are at the pinnacle of life today is all because they gave you life. Many spend their whole lives yearning for such heights yet never reach the upper echelons of society. Born into a rich family, your background already surpasses many. So never think of these things. Know that with a grateful heart, no matter how they push you away, there will co a day of reunion in this lifeti. Grandpa knows you can’t forget these hurts, but there’s no redy..."
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