C166 (1/2)

When Jian Fan and Pan Wenfang came out of their room, they saw the two of them fighting each other. Yan Qirui's expression was cold and stern as usual. Yan Shaotian, on the other hand, wasn't as carefree as he used to be. The corners of his mouth curled into a wry smile as he looked at his father with eyes brimming with disappointment.

”You hate me? You actually hate me?” His voice was halting and halting. He was a man in his prime, yet his voice sounded like a sad old man whose body had already been half buried in the ground.

”I didn't.” Yan Qirui retorted flatly. After he said that sentence, he knew he was in the wrong.

But since he was so stubborn, his dignity was inviolable. Even if he denied it, he would not take the initiative to apologize to Yan Shaotian.

Jian Fan stood to the side and watched as Yan Shaotian became more and more of a star in the eyes of his playful eyes. He couldn't help but tug on Yan Qili's sleeve.

”Uncle Yan.” Since you opened the door and called Little Tian out, how about we eat together? ”

Jian Fan knew that if this confrontation between father and son continued, the damage would only increase and not decrease.

Yan Qirui also understood this point. Nodding his head, he quickly walked to the dining table. After setting up the dishes for everyone, he sat down.

Yan Shaotian had been leaning against the door frame. That gentle touch from earlier was still on his hair, but his heart had turned cold.

He desired to be cared for by his father, but was repeatedly hurt by him. What did he, Yan Shaotian, do? Did the heavens want him to have such an irresponsible father?

”Yan Qirui, you hate me. Actually, I also hate you! ” The door was slammed shut. No matter how hard Jian Fan and the others knocked, they didn't open it.

Yan Qirui paused for a moment and then shouted loudly, ”If you don't want to eat, then don't. The two of you are not going to eat either? ”

Jian Fan and Pan Wenfang couldn't do anything. They looked at the tightly shut door and sat on the table to eat.

When they were eating, their gazes were always on the door. Yan Qirui knew what the two were thinking about.

After eating a few bites, he entered the study.

Jian Fan cleaned up the table and put the bowl and chopsticks into the sink. Then, he and Pan Wenfang arrived at Yan Shaotian's room and knocked on the door.

”Don't let me eat! Just let me starve to death! ” Yan Shaotian's voice was muffled, and there was a sense of exhaustion in his hoarse voice.

Obviously, there was a lot of sadness inside. Even though he was suppressing it, Jian Fan could still feel the sadness in his heart.

What did the father and son duo just say? Why did Little Tian look so desperate right now?

”Little Tian, you're starving. What do you want Mom to do?” Pan Wenfang looked at Jian Fan nervously. Jian Fan let out a sigh, gesturing for her to continue chatting with Yan Shaotian. He walked to Yan Qirui's study room and knocked on the door.

”Come in.” Seeing the sudden increase in Yan Qirui's stature, the words that he originally wanted to say were stuck in his mouth, unable to be spoken for a long time.

”Are you going back?” Yan Qirui raised his head to look at Jian Fan with a benevolent expression on his face.

But why couldn't this elder treat his son better?

Perhaps, it was because he was looking forward to becoming a dragon, so many aspects of his performance did not seem to be as satisfactory, right?

”Yes.” Can Uncle Yan give it to me? ”

”Of course.” Yan Qirui agreed. To him, Jane Fan had no intention whatsoever to be with his daughter. Even though he had told himself over and over that this was not the daughter of his good friend Jane Guodong, he was still unable to resist the urge to be intimate with her. This intimacy made Jane Fan feel as if she was his daughter.

Seeing that Yan Qirui's expression had eased up a little, Jian Fan finally spoke up. ”Uncle Yan, do you actually know?” You are a god to me and to Little Tian, and a compliment from you will keep us happy for days. But your negative remark will also make us depressed for a long time.

”Xiaofan.” Yan Qirui interrupted her. He already understood what she was going to say next.

”Actually, I also want to be good to him.” Yan Qirui sighed. Before Jian Fan could react, he had already returned to his cold demeanor. ”As my son, as long as he is outstanding enough, I will naturally praise him. But if he did something wrong, I'll punish him. It's the same for you. It's the same for Little Tian. ”

Yan Qirui's gentleness was always gone in a flash. Seeing that Lou Cheng's stern face had returned, Jane Fan could only let out a sigh. He secretly decided to use all kinds of methods to help the father and son pair settle their past grudges.

As Yan Qirui escorted Jane Fan downstairs, he caught a glimpse of the coquettish car waiting in the dark.

”Xiaofan, you go upstairs.”

”Yes.” She had also seen Ling Chen's car, but right now she did not want to greet him.

Quickly walking up the stairs, Jane Fan opened the door and entered his room, observing the situation below.

Yan Qirui got out of his car and got into Ling Chen's car. Then, Ling Chen closed the door.

The night was hazy and the expressions and movements of the two people inside could not be seen clearly.

After standing there for a while, he turned around and went into the living room and switched on the television.