Scum dad dreams of robbing mommy

Feng Yuxi stood aside, held her breath slightly, and squeezed a sweat for him after hearing what her husband had said.

If you want to say ruthless, it is indeed ruthless.

But don't persuade others to be kind without others suffering.

So many years of unfair treatment, and the betrayal of the family by the father, it is impossible for anyone to remain indifferent.

Now he is willing to turn hostility into friendship, and the other party only needs to pay the price of money, which is considered benevolence and righteousness.

The voice settled down, and the room was quiet.

Sima An and Chen Hong looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

Head-to-head, not an opponent.

Just accept it like this, and I feel unwilling.

Sima He knew what was going on in their hearts. He was silent for a while, and forced him without a trace: "If you hate me so much that you don't even want these shares, then I'll ask again—"

"Who said no more? This is what we deserve! You still have a conscience!" Chen Hong was afraid that he would transfer the shares to outsiders, so he interrupted him quickly.

Sima He smiled: "Then buy it according to the market price. After you take these shares, my dad... my dad's body should not be able to take care of the company anymore, so I guess it's my aunt... my aunt can do it." Taking the post of president is also for your son, to take over this foundation first, and hope that he will be more competitive in the future and be able to hold on to this country."

Sima An knew that the situation was over.

Don't say that I am so sick, even if I am not sick, I can't be the opponent of this wolf-hearted ambition.

In terms of the ending, it was a bit better than the worst he had imagined.

Even if it is an empty shell, it is better than nothing.

So, Sima An was silent for a while, and when he calmed down, he asked coldly, "Are you planning to sever the father-son relationship with me?"

Sima He pulled his lips, "You can think whatever you want."

Sima An looked at his eldest son, his eyes froze for a moment.

In fact, of these two sons, whoever is more like him is obviously the eldest son.

Just because he was exactly the same as himself when he was young, and his personality and temper were exactly the same, the two of them would be at odds with each other.

Now, he suddenly let go of all the past, he was relieved, and he didn't plan to have any more contact with him——in Sima An's heart, there was a bit of reluctance and sadness.

"Xiaohe...Actually, I never thought of treating you badly. When you become a father yourself, and when your children grow up to be rebellious, you will understand my helplessness and heartache back then."

After saying this, the exhausted Sima An turned his head away and waved his hands feebly.

Feng Yuxi looked at the elderly elder who was dying, felt pity in his heart, and held her husband's hand and tugged slightly.

Sima He understood what his wife meant, and before turning around to leave, his tone was a bit gentle: "Take care, if you need it, I will come back when I have time."

Sima An and Chen Hong didn't speak.

Sima He finally looked at his stepmother and said in a low voice: "I will complete the relevant procedures as soon as possible. The company needs to stabilize people's hearts. You should be prepared to take office and think about how to deal with it in advance."

After saying these words, Sima He turned to look at his wife and held her hand, "Let's go."

"Yeah." Feng Yuxi nodded slightly to the side of the bed as a greeting.

After leaving the old house, Sima He suddenly felt relaxed.

Feng Yuxi saw that his face was relaxed, she shook her hand, and asked in a sweet tone: "After letting go of hatred and resentment, do you feel that your mood is particularly bright and relaxed?"

Sima He turned his head to look at her, with tenderness and doting in his eyes, "It's true... hating also requires strength. After hating for so many years, the weight has become a part of my life. Now that it is suddenly lifted, it is indeed much easier."

"Actually, just now I saw that Dad...seemed to be somewhat guilty towards you, but he had been stubborn all his life, so he probably couldn't bear to apologize."

"I know."

"Know? You saw it too?" Feng Yuxi was taken aback.

Sima He didn't speak, his face was a bit melancholy.

Of course he saw it.

So he was in a hurry to leave, no matter whether he pulled his face and apologized for the partiality, suppression and dereliction of duty these years, he didn't want to hear it.

He can let go of these hatreds, but he can't get along well with his father and son, talk about everything like Feng's father and son, respect the old and love the young.

Then he would feel sorry for his mother who had passed away for many years.

So be it, neither love nor hate, this is his last concession.

He didn't speak, but Feng Yuxi also understood, so he gently hugged one of his arms and leaned on his shoulder.

Sima He looked back at his wife and understood that she understood him, so he was silently moved.

Smart girls always know which topics are right to the point without mentioning them, which is one of the reasons why he is attracted to Feng Yuxi.

Unlike most women, they always like to ask a question to the end, and they like to turn over old accounts from time to time.

The time they have been together is not short, even if there are occasional quarrels and conflicts, they still discuss the matter as it stands, and turn the chapter when they make it clear.

To get along with such a person, there is no internal friction, no guesswork, and the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere of getting along will make anyone feel nostalgic and intoxicated.

Unknowingly, Sima He became more and more immersed in this relationship and marriage.

----

Bai Mu's funeral was very simple, so simple that there was no formal memorial service, but when the ashes were buried, a few people stood in front of the tombstone.

The weather was gloomy and drizzling, and Sima He stood silently with his wife holding a big black umbrella.

Both of them were wearing black clothes with small white flowers pinned to their chests.

Bai Manqi was holding her daughter and standing in front of her. Her black dress fluttered slightly in the rain and wind. She was so thin that she was crumbling.

Another person standing beside Bai Manqi was her aunt.

Except for the first time, there were no other relatives and friends who came to see us off.

Looking at the sparse scene, Feng Yuxi finally understood how miserable her husband's "miserable" was.

Since she was a child, she was well-clothed and well-fed, and the rich accumulation of several generations of her ancestors made her a veritable wealthy family in their generation.

Everyone around them is supporting them, and they have never only worried about too many human relationships, and they have to be screened.

She couldn't even understand that even if she was afraid of being affected and avoided suspicion, and temporarily cut off contact - but several years have passed, the events of that year have long been forgotten, and now that people have died of illness, those relatives and friends can still ignore it ?

She didn't understand how people could be so indifferent and heartless.

Thinking of this, she really felt sorry for this poor woman.

There were footsteps behind her, and she and Sima He turned their heads at the same time, with a hint of surprise in their eyes.

It was Chen Hong.

She is here too!

Holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in her hand, Chen Hong stepped forward and placed the flowers in front of the tombstone, looked at the photo on the stele, and sighed.

Things are unpredictable.

She was about the same age as Mother Bai, and almost became an in-law. Unexpectedly, she is still well-maintained now, while the other party has turned into a piece of loess.

"Man Qi, I'm sorry for the change." Chen Hong turned around and spoke in a low voice.

Bai Manqi cried until her eyes were swollen, and her entire face was haggard.

Hearing this, she nodded slowly: "Thank you, Auntie. It's rare...and you came to see my mother off."

"Old friend for many years, it should be." Chen Hong responded in a low voice, then took two steps towards Sima He.

Feng Yuxi looked at her and nodded slightly as a greeting.

Sima He didn't meet her eyes.

Today's scene brought back memories deep in his mind.

When my mother passed away, the memorial service was extremely grand, and her burial was also very beautiful.

But that night, he saw Sima An holding Chen Hong with his own eyes. The two looked like they were weeping bitterly, comforting each other—it was only later that he found out that the two of them had been secretly hiding Chen Cang for a long time.

He thought, Mom must know.

So she was not happy to leave, she must be very disappointed.

Seeing Chen Hong on a similar occasion at this time, Sima He recalled that memory, and his hatred for Chen Hong was aroused again in his heart.

Fortunately, Feng Yuxi had been standing beside him, sensing that his emotions were not right, so she silently took his arm, and secretly exerted force.

She didn't know about those complicated past, she just thought that Bai Mu's death made him miss his mother, so Momo clasped his arm, comforting him silently.

Sima He came back to his senses, looked down at his wife, the two of them didn't say anything, but his heart was instantly relieved.