Chapter 749: Extra 23: The Return of Chen Yi’s Eldest Son, Chen Yue (Part Eleven)

“In my heart, Father has always stood tall and proud.”

“I don’t want to see Father bending over.”

These two sentences struck Old Huang hard. Originally, Old Huang had rolled up his sleeves, ready to give his son, who was unaware of how important this opportunity was, a lesson. But after hearing these two sentences, his body suddenly stiffened in place, and his mouth opened and closed slightly as he momentarily didn’t know what to say.

The hand raised in mid-air also slowly fell.

“Father.”

And this young man in a suit, once more lifting his head to look at his father with eyes that reddened slightly, said, “We have already earned enough money, we don’t need more money, nor do we need to curry favor with others.”

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“Our lives have already improved.”

“I don’t want to see you, Father, so demeaned.”

“In my heart, Father has always stood tall and proud.”

“I don’t want to see Father bending over.”

“Father,”

the young man in the suit once again looked up at his father, his eyes reddening slightly, “We’ve already made enough money, we don’t need more, and we don’t need to grovel to others.”

“Our lives are already better.”

“I don’t want to see you so demeaned, Father,” “In my heart, Father has always stood tall and proud.”

“I don’t want to see Father bend.”

These words pierced through Old Huang’s defenses. Initially ready to roll up his sleeves and teach his son Chen Yue a lesson, not realizing how important this opportunity was, Old Huang became suddenly rigid upon hearing these words, his mouth opening and closing slightly, not quite sure what to say.

The hand that was raised in mid-air also gradually lowered.

“Father,”

the young man in the suit once again looked up at his father, his eyes reddening slightly, “We’ve already made enough money, we don’t need more, and we don’t need to grovel to others.”

“Our lives are already better.”

Chen Yi then repeated his stand, “I don’t want to see you so demeaned, Father,” “In my heart, Father has always stood tall and proud.”

“I don’t want to see Father bend.”

Once more, Chen Yi’s words cut through Old Huang. At first prepared to scold his son Chen Yue for not understanding the significance of this chance, Old Huang was struck motionless by the declarations, his mouth opening and closing without knowing quite what to say for a moment.

The hand that was raised in mid-air also involuntarily softened and fell.

“Father,”

the young man in the suit once again looked up at his father, his eyes reddening slightly, “We’ve already made enough money, we don’t need more, and we don’t need to grovel to others.”

“Our lives are already better.”

“I don’t want to see you so demeaned, Father,” “In my heart, Father has always stood tall and proud.”

“I don’t want to see Father bend.”

Chen Yi’s resolute words left Old Huang defenseless; the elder, previously set to reprimand his son Chen Yue for not recognizing how crucial the opportunity was, found himself frozen in place after hearing the earnest admission. For a moment, he was struck dumb, his mouth opening and closing as he searched for a response.

The hand that was raised in mid-air also couldn’t help but slowly drop.

“Father,”

the young man in the suit once again looked up at his father, his eyes reddening slightly, “We’ve already made enough money, we don’t need more, and we don’t need to grovel to others.”

“Our lives are already better.”

“I don’t want to see you so demeaned, Father,” “In my heart, Father has always stood tall and proud.”

“I don’t want to see Father bend.”

These firm words from Chen Yi once again stripped Old Huang of his defenses. The patriarch, intent on lecturing his son Chen Yue for not appreciating the gravity of this occasion, was rendered immobile by his son’s statements; his mouth moved faintly, groping for words that wouldn’t come.

The hand that was raised in mid-air also naturally descended slowly.

“Father,”

the young man in the suit once again looked up at his father, his eyes reddening slightly, “We’ve already made enough money, we don’t need more, and we don’t need to grovel to others.”

“Our lives are already better.”

“I don’t want to see you so demeaned, Father,” “In my heart, Father has always stood tall and proud.”

“I don’t want to see Father bend.”

The straightforward sincerity in Chen Yi’s words disarmed Old Huang. The father, initially gearing up to chastise his son Chen Yue for his ignorance of what was at stake, stood paralyzed upon hearing his son’s genuine appeal. For a short while, his mouth twitched silently, at a loss for words.

His hand, suspended in the air, also started to gently fall.