Chapter 585 - Fake Father and Son, but Real Father and Daughter (1/2)

”You can only marry Luoyin. As for her…”—he pointed at Xia Ruoxin and continued—”this woman who came from nowhere, I would never agree. As for the kid, I won't allow it even more.” One look at the child's appearance, he could tell that it was that woman's child; and she did not look like Gao Yi at all. He could confirm that she was definitely not Gao Yi's child. Gao Yi was the one he set his eyes on; he could not let him marry someone else and bring up another woman's child.

Gao Yi's father looked at Xia Ruoxin with detest and discrimination, which made her lower her head in shame. She had experienced this kind of stare countless times, but it still hurt her the same every single time.

Her eyes blurred a little, and she felt that Gao Yi was holding her hand even tighter than before. She looked up at him, and at that moment, his eyes revealed a type of tension and resentment that she had never seen before. She rarely saw him get angry, and she even thought that he did not even have a temper.

However, judging by the current circ.u.mstances, that was not the case. He was angry, mad—furious even. It was that type of anger that one could not handle and tolerate.

One could tell all these from his tensed-up muscles on his body.

”I only came back to tell my mother, not you. You can let whoever you want to marry Bai Luoyin, but that person is definitely not me.” Gao Yi insisted. Gao Yi was stubborn, too; and at this moment, both men were like enemies—both of them were guarding their camp with all their might. They were standing their ground, and both their eyes showed the determination to not compromise.

”If you want to marry that woman, fine. Then, get out.” The middle-aged man boomed as he was about to explode from anger. He did not believe that Gao Yi would abandon his mother, his brother, and this family just for a woman.

”Sure.” Gao Yi laughed cold. ”I already left for three years. I won't care about leaving for another thirty. Also, I only came back to see my mother. It has nothing to do with you.” He hugged Rainy tightly, pulled Xia Ruoxin's hands, and walked outside. Xia Ruoxin could only smile at Wei Lan as a sign of apology before she was dragged outside by Gao Yi. The various gazes inside the room were as though they were glaring at her until they scorched a huge hole in her. It was too painful.

This was the feeling of someone stabbing behind one's back, she guessed. She always felt that this family was a bit weird, but she could not pinpoint the reason why. The middle-aged man, was he Gao Yi's father? Just that, it did not really seem like it because their interaction did not seem like the one between a father and a son. She could only wait for Gao Yi's explanation to find out the truth then.

Perhaps Wei Lan was awkward, or she simply could not do anything about it. She sighed deeply as she really could not do anything about this incident. She knew very clearly what Gao Yi's personality was like. If he was easy to convince, he would not have left in the first place three years ago.

Now, what were they supposed to do? What could they even do? The middle-aged man was already shaking with anger.

Suddenly, he pointed at Wei Lan and hollered relentlessly, ”You see, this is the good son that you brought up! I don't care what he wants to do, but he must marry Luoyin! Even if he dies, he still must marry her!”

Wei Lan kept her eyes shut, and Gao Xin came forward and put his hands on her shoulders. His young face also showed intolerable anger. He could do anything, but he could not take him and his brother as his sons anyway… as they were not in the first place. However, he could not insult his mother like this. He and his brother could tolerate everything, including the added burden on them; but they definitely could not allow their mother to suffer this type of humiliation.

”Gao Xin, what kind of look is that? Don't forget, I am your father.” The middle-aged man's face darkened. The oldest one was like that, the second one was also the same. Both of them were rebelling and did not even care about him as the master of the house.

”You obviously know that you aren't.” Gao Xin laughed coldly. ”Our last name is Gao; isn't yours Bai?”

Before he could even finish his sentence, the middle-aged man's face flushed red, and he picked up the cup in his hand and threw it aggressively.