Above the Great Dao
Chapter 574 - 265: Father Chen Tang (Mid-Month Request for Monthly Tickets)_3

Chapter 574: Chapter 265: Father Chen Tang (Mid-Month Request for Monthly Tickets)_3

Sun Yisheng smiled and said, "Your son is still waiting in the main hall, there’s plenty of time for us to chat later, you should hurry over."

Chen Tang replied indifferently, "He’s not my son, my son is already dead... Yisheng, what kind of person is he?"

Sun Yisheng hesitated for a moment, then told the truth, "He’s an honest kid, stable, mature, generous, appropriate, kind, and righteous. I can’t find any faults. It’s just that..."

He looked troubled, and some hesitation filled his heart.

He felt that Chen Shi was deliberately acting this way in front of him.

"Just what?" Chen Tang pressed.

Sun Yisheng pushed him towards the door, laughing, "Quickly, go! Don’t keep him waiting!"

Chen Tang walked out of the front hall, and Sun Yisheng watched him head towards the back courtyard, noting that Chen Tang’s steps became awkward, moving with matching arm and leg strides.

Sun Yisheng coughed, and Chen Tang, realizing he was a bit nervous, composed himself and walked normally again.

"Please ask the lady to come," he stopped a maid and said.

The maid quickly hurried off.

Chen Tang stood in front of the main hall for a moment before entering.

Chen Shi turned around and saw a rather tall middle-aged man in an official uniform, standing at the entrance of the main hall, with a straight figure and dignified appearance, somewhat resembling his grandfather. If his grandfather had been a few decades younger, maybe he’d look like this.

His gaze was complicated as he looked at Chen Shi, and for a moment he fell silent.

Chen Shi had imagined the scene of meeting Chen Tang many times in his mind, playing out various possibilities, even confrontations with harsh words, and thoughts of taking out Chen Tang. But actually seeing Chen Tang, his heart suddenly calmed, and the previous scenarios flew out of his mind.

He was raised by his grandfather, longing for a father-son affection.

No matter what Chen Tang had said or done before, as long as he acknowledged him as his son, Chen Shi was willing to stay, willing to call Chen Tang father.

Chen Tang seated himself in a chair beside the wall and said, "Sit down."

Chen Shi sat, rubbing his hands until his knuckles turned white.

"Western Capital is far away, you’ve suffered a lot. I’m glad you made it to Western Capital safely."

Chen Tang, looking at his hands, continued, "When your grandfather passed away, I couldn’t return, the distance from Western Capital to Qianyang Mountain was too far, I couldn’t make it in time. After he passed, I thought a lot. Sure, he was obstinate, but I wasn’t much better. I was at fault too..."

Chen Shi felt a hard ice in his heart melting, he stopped rubbing his hands, just gripped his fingers and stayed silent.

After a moment of silence, Chen Tang said, "You can stay here, for as long as you’d like, but... I still won’t recognize you as my son."

Chen Shi gripped his fists tightly, his heart rapidly encased in ice.

Chen Tang said, "I can’t recognize you; my Little Ten died, I placed him in the coffin with my own hands. His small body, just a few tens of pounds, my Little Ten died eleven years ago... I don’t know who you are, but I will treat you like my son..."

"I don’t need your damn pity!"

Chen Shi stood up, slamming the table hard, the table between them shattered with a crash, "This place is uncomfortable, I’m going back to Xinxiang Hall!"

Chen Tang too felt a blind rage surge within him, wanting to slam the table, but it was already broken by Chen Shi, so he abruptly stood up and shouted, "You dare address yourself as ’I’ in front of me? Is this how Chen Yindou taught you? Lawless!"

Chen Shi angrily retorted, "You have no right to call Chen Yindou by his name? You should call him father!"

"Scoundrel!"

Chen Tang trembled with anger, wanting to strike him but held back.

The two stared furiously at each other, nearly nose to nose, fists clenched tight.

Chen Shi snorted and walked past him, about to leave the Chen Mansion.

Just as he exited the main hall, a maid pushing a wooden wheelchair came along the covered walkway. A woman sat in the wheelchair, neatly dressed, her hands resting on her knees.

Chen Shi’s body trembled and he froze.

The woman was in the family portrait kept in the Huangpo Village Chen family’s treasure chest.

Back then, as a child, Chen Shi sat on his grandfather’s lap, while the woman and Chen Tang stood behind his grandfather.

Back then, her face bore a smile.

But now, the woman in the wheelchair appeared dazed and foolish, with a vacant stare.

It was as though her soul had been lost, lost for a long time.

Only her body remained alive.

Chen Tang stepped out of the main hall, hurried to her side, squatting by the wheelchair, he took hold of the woman’s hands, his face rarely softening into a smile.

"Ruru, your son has returned."

His voice lost its sternness, only tenderness remained, "Take a look, is it not your son? Ruru, look, it’s Little Ten, just like the old days, our very own Little Ten."

— Halfway through the month, I ask for a monthly ticket!!!