One second to remember [Brushstroke Pavilion] [Free of charge, read the wonderful novel!]
Chapter 1061 - Paranoia and Mad
It was very obvious that Feng Xinglang did not want to drink tea.
Especially facing the Hetun.
But if Hetun really wanted to hide this little fellow, then the huge Pater Castle was not something that she could easily find.
Feng Xinglang's mood was heavy after revisiting the place.
A biological father who almost killed his own son on his turf.
And the one who had saved his life, was actually the wife whom he had shamed for more than five years, the woman named Lin Xueluo!
A woman could survive the entire way, and could even raise her own son. The hards.h.i.+ps of this process would only be experienced at this point in time.
And what kind of tenacious and unyielding conviction did you have to support a woman's dedication and dedication, regardless of the cost?!
Feng Xinglang knew that this woman missed her son, so he quickened his pace to arrive at Pater Castle. Even though he didn't want to see the person in front of him, he had still come. Originally, he wanted to continue being 'inattentive' and 'indifferent' to the little thing that was being willful for a few days. However, he couldn't bear to part with the intense longing his woman had for his son.
Thus, he came here this time to make a compromise.
For his woman, and for his own child! These two people were worthy of Feng Xinglang feeling wronged for once!
Feng Xinglang sat down, holding the tea that he had brewed in front of him, he took a sip.
's meekness made Hetun feel extremely gratified.
It was as if he could already see the light of hope before his son and he were about to sever all ties.
"Ah Lang, Fifteen said that you like to eat mango cakes, so I asked the chef to make more."
Hetun pushed the bamboo basket on the table to Feng Xinglang's side, "I just finished it, go ahead and try it."
Unexpectedly, Feng Xinglang did not reject Hetun's good intentions. Instead, he extended his hand and took one, and threw it to Basong who was looking around vigilantly.
Seemingly due to a conditioned reflex, Basong quickly reached out to grab it, crus.h.i.+ng the pitiful biscuit into pieces in an instant.
Basong was slightly embarra.s.sed. He really didn't think that Feng Xinglang would throw him food.
"It's fine if you don't want to eat it, but why are you crus.h.i.+ng it? What a waste! "
It sounded like Feng Xinglang had nothing to say.
Or perhaps, he was just wasting time, waiting for Hetun to voluntarily hand over his son Linnuo.
He could force his way in. Presumably, the Hetun would not stop him from turning the whole place upside down.
But he didn't do it!
Because he wanted his son to see a loving father.
Having endless parental love and motherly love, being a healthy and happy child.
Feng Xinglang suppressed the anger and discontent in his heart, and patiently waited for his son's appearance.
It was just a bath, so it shouldn't take long.
But the trees wanted peace, and the wind never stopped.
"Ah Lang, Friday is your mother's memorial day. In the blink of an eye, twenty-six years pa.s.sed. "You were probably only eight or nine at the time …"
As the Hetun chattered on, Feng Xinglang's handsome face slowly became gloomy. It was as if an invisible layer of frost was covering him.
He couldn't get out himself; no one else could get in.
"Ah Lang, I am truly sorry. I was blinded by hatred, and caused you and your mother to suffer. "I almost died by my own flesh and blood!"
"Ah Lang, Daddy will not beg for your forgiveness in this life. "Dad doesn't have that kind of face …"
The more Hetun talked, the more emotional she became and the more engrossed she became in it. She had already started using 'father' to refer to herself.
"Ah Lang, Daddy only wishes for you to live a little happily and happily ever after. Then Father will have nothing else to ask for in this lifetime! "
