"I never said that." Huli wiped the corners of her eyes: "Yaozong is flesh of my flesh. No matter how useless he is, he’s still my son. The whole world may despise him, but I won’t."
Fang Youning sat quietly on the broken chair by the bedside, head lowered, listening to the conversation between Fang Huai and Huli.
If it were possible, he would have escaped from this place imdiately!
The daylight brightened, and as Fang Yaozong slowly opened his eyes, his voice was weak and hoarse: "Water... I need... water..." Hearing his voice, Fang Youning hurriedly called Huli to bring so water over, then helped Fang Yaozong, his father, to drink half a glass in one go.
After being placed back on the bed, Fang Yaozong felt despondent. Although he had been unconscious most of these past few days, with only brief monts of waking, he overheard quite a bit during his slumber when conversations happened nearby.
For instance, his mother felt very disappointed in him, his son’s voice sounded suppressed, and the sense of helplessness in his father’s voice – he heard it all...
Does he regret it?
Abandoning a good life only to mingle with the Second Master’s family, being led by them into gambling, squandering away the family’s fortune step by step, and then... and then recklessly collaborating to sche against Young Master Boya...
After being exposed, he was beaten up by his own father till he was covered in bruises. If he can’t get proper treatnt in a hospital, he fears he might really die here in this slum, in this leaky shack.
His gaze vacant, Fang Yaozong found that his mother was right; it might be better for soone like him to die, as he was nothing but trouble alive... But if one can live, who would think of dying?
Fang Yaozong’s head still felt a bit dizzy. He moved his lips and asked Fang Youning: "Where are your grandpa and grandma?"
"They’ve gone out."
Fang Youning replied.
"Co closer to , I have sothing to tell you."
Calling his son nearer, Fang Yaozong intermittently revealed sothing, but seeing Fang Youning’s expressionless face, he couldn’t help but say: "I didn’t an to disclose the main family’s business to an outsider,
I... I was really short of money at that ti and unintentionally overheard soone inquiring about whether the Young Master had any children. They said it was Miss Lily from Rose Manor who wanted to know, and whoever could provide accurate information, Miss Lily would give them a large sum of money."
Fang Youning: "Why didn’t you tell the Old Master or the Young Master?"
Fang Yaozong: "What good would it do to tell the Old Master and the Young Master? I just wanted to trade an uncertain piece of news for so money, that’s all. Miss Lily is very nice; after eting , she indeed gave quite a bit of money."
Fang Youning: "From whose mouth did you hear it?"
"It was from the Young Master himself, telling the Old Master, saying he was going back to the country to find his daughter," Fang Yaozong recalled as he spoke: "I was already around ten before going abroad with your grandparents, and I had heard your grandma ntion that your eldest aunt had eloped with the Young Master, and the Old Master was very angry, sending many people to look for them... In any case, what I told Miss Lily was deduced from what the Young Master and the Old Master said, and what your grandma once ntioned."
"Now, why are you telling this?"
"Go find Miss Lily for help, ntion my na to her, she should... should help you... Don’t go to your mother’s family, neither your mom nor that family of hers will help you."
"..."
Fang Youning pressed his lips, silent.
"I’m not lying to you, your mother’s family is known for being opportunistic. Knowing that our family was thrown into this slum by the Old Master, they would only distance themselves from you."
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