Rebirth in the 60s: A Path to Counterattack-Chapter 381. Regretful? Haha, regret it!

"Shameless, how can there be such shameless stuff in this world. Oh my, it really blinded these old eyes of mine!" Feng Ju was furious, and he stepped forward to slam the TV directly onto the ground.

A pungent burnt smell mixed with crackling noises filled the air, and the brand-new Jinxing twenty-one inch color TV was thus scrapped.

Old Yang jumped in anger: "Hey, what’s with your temper, huh! You’re angry, but why smash my TV?

This was the first money my Chenchen earned from his factory to honor me, how meaningful it is!

I’ve been thinking about saving it and taking it with me in the coffin.

Such a precious thing and you just smashed it on the floor, how are we supposed to settle this account?"

Feng Ju was so angry that his three corpse gods were jumping, smoke was rising from his seven orifices, there was no time to argue about this!

He casually apologized and dashed next door.

Afraid that if he were even a little bit late, his prized student would suffer some grievance.

And in fact, Lian En’s composure was far superior to his.

Ever since the second uncle called in a rage, he had been watching the TV.

When Feng Ju ran over, he was still watching with his parents, listening to how the person on TV was performing a pathetic show to gain sympathy.

Heh heh!

That man said his name meant regret, just using these two words to express the regret and shame in his heart?

Because of youthful arrogance, a momentary misstep caused an irreparable mistake for a lifetime.

Feeling too ashamed to face people, yet unable to suppress the longing for his only son.

Unable to help but feel proud of his every little accomplishment, wanting to cherish everything related to him.

Three art exhibitions, more than three hundred paintings.

Each one is a father’s endless admiration, silent support, and boundless regret and guilt towards his son.

Seeing that old, weathered face, resembling himself by eight points, crying regretfully and asking for forgiveness in front of the whole nation and even the world, Lian En felt not a bit moved, only filled with anger and disgust.

Even when the beautiful secretary beside him tearfully said that their boss was already suffering from a terminal illness, with little time left, and his only wish was for his only son to recognize his ancestry and call him Dad, Lian En remained untouched by the slightest bit of pity.

All he worried about was his parents’ feelings, and after this matter became known nationwide, whether his younger siblings’ studies and lives would be affected.

Especially with his always gentle father now having blood-red eyes, full of the stance to fight fiercely with someone.

"Damn bastard, he’s really not enough to be called a person! As a man, isn’t there anything that can’t be handled openly? Must use such insidious and despicable tactics, forcing the child into such a predicament?!" Lianshan was furious, and slammed the redwood coffee table with a bang: "Just caring about his filthy mind without considering the child’s feelings, does he deserve to be someone’s father?!"

"That’s why our Lian En considers him nonexistent, only recognizing you. You, please calm down, at this age, why be so impulsive? Not solving any problems and if you really get hurt, isn’t it our family who will be heartbroken?" Shuzhen chuckled softly, full of heartache as she gently rubbed his reddened palm from slamming the coffee table.

Seeing this made Feng Ju frown deeply: "At this critical moment, you can still laugh? Didn’t you hear that Dai Weiguo, that bastard, is putting on a pathetic act, heh, so regretful and guilty, even coming up with a terminal illness.

Plus, secretly supporting Lian En’s career by purchasing paintings worth over 6 million before, and being willing to contribute substantial funds to support hometown Jianshe.

If we don’t act soon, even if Lian En doesn’t recognize, each department’s leaders and enthusiastic audiences nationwide will persuade and force him to recognize.

People are more likely to pity tragic figures!"

Uh...

Shuzhen, inexplicably scolded, was speechless: The situation indeed doesn’t allow for optimism, but tears can’t solve problems, right?

Now it’s evidently more important that everyone remains calm and carefully thinks about how to solve the problem most directly and effectively.

Being furious and stomping around yelling won’t help!

Just when Shuzhen, looking uncomfortable, was about to argue for herself, Lian En roared with determination, expressing his stance clearly: "He dreams of it, whether it’s a real terminal illness or a fake one, I will not recognize, it’s impossible to recognize him. In this lifetime, I acknowledge only my father, I will forever be the Lian family’s child!

I would rather die than have any connection with him. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Those blood ties, long wiped clean by those two hundred bucks.

I don’t believe in any guilt or regret, if not for having no heirs, he’d never think of me to his grave!"

Such disregard for his situation, only thinking of forcing him into a desperate corner with tricks, acting like a benevolent father to exonerate himself, and attempting to appear as a savior in front of him, forcing him to acknowledge him, how is this the behavior of a real father?

He would never recognize such a vicious person and let his father be saddened.

Lian En’s eyes welled up with tears, filled with admiration looking at Lianshan.

Those tear-filled eyes, entirely full of admiration yet also faintly carrying some worry, made Lianshan’s heart ache, and he pulled the tall lad who was even half a head taller than him tightly into his arms: "What silly things are you saying? It’s just a clown, performing a farce to achieve his goals, not worth your talk of life or death.

Don’t be afraid, you’ve got your dad, your mom, your master, your uncle, your aunt, your uncle, and Grandpa Wu, all these powerful people standing behind you.

All of us together compared to performing a miracle in the Republic is boasting, but dealing with Dai Weiguo, a corrupt scoundrel, is a piece of cake.

Son, you must set your mind at ease, don’t think of useless things.

Keep your mind at peace, the sky won’t fall.

Even if the worst comes, it really collapses, you’ve got your dad!

Don’t worry, don’t get upset, don’t think narrowly, your dad will carry all for you."

Such earnest and caring words made Lian En recall a dream of Lian Mingsi running home crying, being called a bastard by other kids. Dad was particularly earnest telling him, that swearing is uncultured, we don’t swear. If anyone swears at you, son, just punch them for me. Don’t be afraid, if you injure them, Dad will compensate and serve the prison. Dad will carry everything for you, even if the sky falls, Dad will hold it up for you!

Though the method of educating children seemed odd.

Yet inexplicably, Lian En was fond of Dad, whether in dreams or reality, as a child or growing up, always habitually shielding him in front of the storm, possessing that pure father’s heart.

For the pure care in Dad’s eyes, even if he had already become seasoned enough to soar through the skies, he’d choose to fold his wings and be the little chick sheltered by his father’s protection.