Grandpa Sun sat in his living room, facing Yang Bojun. "Listen, I didn’t know that your mother—"

"What, that she kept the baby you wanted discarded?" Yang Bojun interjected.

"The thing is, it was complicated back then."

"Right, now let’s get to the reason why you called me here."

"I wanted to give you this." Grandpa Sun handed Yang Bojun a brown file.

Yang Bojun raised an eyebrow, took the file, and said, "I assume this is something that will make me smile."

"I hope so," Grandpa Sun sighed. "Well, I was hoping you also wouldn’t mind changing your surname to Sun."

Yang Bojun raised his brows, chuckled, and said, "Let’s first see what you have for me here, then we can discuss that, right?"

"Yeah, sure," Grandpa Sun replied.

Yang Bojun opened the file, scanned it for a few minutes, and said, "5%? Really, it’s been almost 6 decades and you think 5% shares will make up for it?"

"I don’t understand. What do you want then?" Grandpa Sun replied.

"Hmm, let me think... I want what is rightfully mine... Father... I want full control as the heir of this empire," Yang Bojun asserted. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"It doesn’t work like that, you know illegitimate children are not—" Grandpa Sun began.

"Are not what... This is the 21st century. I am your first-born son, not Sun Weilong. All of this... It belongs to me," Yang Bojun interrupted.

Grandpa Sun held the space between his brows in confusion. He had been thinking about this for days, and this was the best he could give. There was no way he would give away all his shares, and since he had given his wife’s shares to Sun Lixia, Li Chen, and Lin Xinjie, only this 5% remained from what he was willing to give.

The tension thickened in the room as Yang Bojun’s words lingered in the air. Grandpa Sun’s gaze hardened as he looked at the son he had never expected to face. This was the child he had once requested to be aborted, a reminder of a past he had tried to bury deep within himself.

"Bojun, you must understand," Grandpa Sun began, his voice strained with a mixture of regret and frustration. "The circumstances back then... They were different. I made choices that I thought were best for everyone involved."

Yang Bojun’s eyes flashed with anger, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "Choices that were best for everyone except for me, it seems," he retorted bitterly.

Grandpa Sun’s heart sank as he saw the pain etched on his son’s face. He had hoped that time would heal the wounds of the past, but now faced with the reality of his son’s anguish, he felt a pang of guilt gnawing at his conscience.

"Bojun, please understand," Grandpa Sun pleaded, his voice softer now, filled with a desperate plea for forgiveness. "I never meant to hurt you. I was young, foolish, and blinded by my own fears."

Yang Bojun remained silent for a moment, his gaze piercing into his father’s soul. Then, with a heavy sigh, he spoke, his voice laced with a mix of resignation and determination. "I understand, Father. But understand this too—I will not rest until I have what is rightfully mine."

The tension in the room reached a boiling point as father and son stood locked in a silent battle of wills, each grappling with their own demons from the past. And as the weight of their shared history hung heavily between them, they both knew that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges and heartache. But whether they could find a way to bridge the chasm that divided them remained to be seen.

"Bojun, I am trying, okay? Please meet me halfway," Grandpa Sun implored, his voice tinged with desperation.

"Halfway, Master Sun? You never met my mother halfway when she found out she was pregnant... She had to raise me all by herself while you continued, flaunting your beautiful wife for all the media to see," Yang Bojun countered, his words laced with bitterness.

"I was already betrothed when I met your mother," Grandpa Sun explained, his voice strained.

"But that didn’t stop you from taking her to hotels and made me right," Yang Bojun shot back, his tone accusatory.

"My father would not have accepted your mother... In rich families, status matters," Grandpa Sun defended himself.

"Don’t blame the dead now, Master Sun. You never even tried telling him about my mother. You kept her a secret, told her to abort me... But surprise surprise, father, here I am," Yang Bojun’s words cut through the air like a knife, leaving Grandpa Sun speechless.

Grandpa Sun gulped, sweat forming on his forehead. He didn’t even know what to say, and he knew everything Yang Bojun said was true. The weight of his past mistakes bore down on him like a heavy burden, leaving him feeling helpless and lost in a sea of regret.

The tension in the room seemed to thicken with each passing moment, suffocating both Grandpa Sun and Yang Bojun in its grip. Neither knew how to break the suffocating silence that hung heavily between them, filled with the weight of years of resentment and unspoken pain.

Grandpa Sun’s hands trembled slightly as he struggled to find the right words to convey the remorse and guilt that gnawed at his conscience. He had never imagined that his past actions would come back to haunt him in such a visceral and heart-wrenching manner.

Yang Bojun’s eyes bore into his father’s, burning with a mixture of anger, hurt, and betrayal. The wounds of abandonment and rejection that he had carried for so long now lay bare, exposed for his father to see.

In that charged moment, it felt as though time stood still, the echoes of past mistakes reverberating through the room like a haunting melody of regret and sorrow.

Finally, Grandpa Sun broke the heavy silence, his voice barely a whisper. "I’m sorry, Bojun. I truly am."

But Yang Bojun remained silent, his gaze unwavering, his heart heavy with the weight of years of longing for a father’s love and acceptance that had always seemed just out of reach.

And as they stood there, father and son, locked in a silent battle of emotions, they both knew that the road to reconciliation would be long and arduous, fraught with obstacles and pain. But whether they had the strength and courage to traverse that road together remained to be seen.

Yang Bojun stood up abruptly, his expression hardened with resolve. "Well, call me when you are ready to discuss something serious, okay... Guess I will see you at the nephew’s wedding."

"Please sit down. Let’s discuss this like adults," Grandpa Sun implored, his voice tinged with urgency.

"10%, nothing less," Yang Bojun stated firmly, his tone brooking no argument.

"5% is very valuable," Grandpa Sun reasoned, trying to maintain a semblance of control.

"Yeah, whatever. I don’t want to have to wait until you die to take everything, now do you?" Yang Bojun retorted sharply.

"What do you mean?" Grandpa Sun’s voice wavered slightly, a flicker of concern crossing his features.

"Oh, nothing. Just reminding you to amend your will while you think about the shares... I am your son, after all," Yang Bojun said with a cold finality, his words hanging in the air like an ominous warning.

With that, Yang Bojun turned on his heel and strode out of the room, leaving Grandpa Sun to grapple with the unsettling realization that the rift between them ran deeper than he had ever imagined. And as the weight of his son’s words settled heavily upon him, he couldn’t help but wonder if there would ever be a way to bridge the divide that had torn their family apart.

Grandpa Sun leaned back on the couch, his mind swirling with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and thoughts. The sudden reappearance of Yang Bojun had thrown his carefully constructed world into disarray, leaving him grappling with the daunting task of navigating a relationship with a son he barely knew and didn’t fully trust.

As he pondered his next move, Grandpa Sun couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled like a heavy stone in the pit of his stomach. He knew that whatever decision he made would have far-reaching consequences for the family and the legacy he had spent a lifetime building.

On one hand, he felt a flicker of paternal obligation towards Yang Bojun, a desire to mend the fractured bonds of their relationship and find a way to reconcile their troubled past. But on the other hand, he couldn’t ignore the deep-seated mistrust and apprehension that lingered in the back of his mind, whispering warnings of potential betrayal and manipulation.

With a heavy sigh, Grandpa Sun realized that there were no easy answers or quick fixes to be found. He would have to tread carefully, weighing his options and considering the implications of each decision with utmost care.

But for now, all he could do was extend an olive branch to Yang Bojun in the form of the 5% shares, hoping against hope that it would be enough to bridge the chasm that divided them. And as he awaited Yang Bojun’s response, Grandpa Sun couldn’t help but wonder if this newfound son would ever truly accept him or if their relationship was doomed to remain forever fractured and unresolved.