Su Bing had thrown himself entirely into his studies and research. The conversation Xu Sheng once had with him? Completely forgotten.
In fact, Su Bing now barely acknowledged Xu Sheng’s existence in class. And to Xu Sheng, it stung. Deeply. Had he known this would be the outcome, he wouldn’t have said anything in the first place.
That afternoon, as school let out, Su Shen arrived to pick up a few of the children. He happened to run into Yu Fang and Xu Sheng at the school gate.
With her usual radiant enthusiasm, Yu Fang handed him a beautifully packaged box of pastries. "These are from our pastry chef at home," she said with a warm smile. "A little something for the kids to enjoy. Just to thank them for coming to celebrate Xu Sheng’s birthday."
Su Shen didn’t say much. He accepted the box politely. In the car, Su Li had already clambered into the front passenger seat. Buckling her seatbelt, she turned to ask, "Daddy, Xu Sheng’s grandma is so nice! She always brings us yummy snacks and fun toys. What are these pastries? Can I eat them now?"
Su Shen paused for a beat, then passed her the box, his voice cool and unreadable. "Go ahead. But don’t overeat."
The children, of course, had no idea about the tangled mess of their family history. The Xu family, clearly, was trying to make amends—but Su Shen had no intention of forgiving them that easily. He only accepted the pastries so they wouldn’t suspect that he knew the truth about who the children’s biological father was.
Su Bing, meanwhile, hadn’t gotten in the car. He stood beside it and said to Su Shen, "Dad, I’m heading to the library for half an hour. I’ll come back on my own later."
He gently closed the car door for Su Le.
Su Shen, remembering Gu Zi’s words about safety, insisted, "Reading is fine, but I’ll pick you up in thirty minutes. Here, take this—buy yourself something to eat."
Su Bing took the money and nodded. "Okay."
As the car pulled away, he turned—not toward the library—but toward the Xu family’s vehicle parked nearby.
Yu Fang was just helping Xu Sheng into the car when she saw Su Bing approaching. Her expression brightened immediately. "Su Bing, what a surprise! Are you looking for Xu Sheng? Is something the matter?" freёwebnoѵel.com
But Su Bing cut her off. "I don’t want to hear your excuses. I told you—I treasure the family I have now. I love my mom and dad very much. That’s why I came today. To tell you clearly: don’t ever show up in our lives again. We don’t want your apologies. We don’t want your gifts. All we want is for you to stay far, far away from us."
He watched as regretful tears streamed down Yu Fang’s cheeks, but he felt nothing. No sympathy. No softness. He would never forgive them. He would never allow anyone—no matter how rich or powerful the Xu family was—to disrupt the peace he now had with his younger siblings. Let them abandon any hope of reconciliation. A wrong was a wrong. And some wrongs were simply unforgivable.
Shouldering his backpack, Su Bing turned and walked away.
Yu Fang slowly straightened herself and gently pushed away the nanny’s supportive hand. She stared after the figure of her eldest grandson as he disappeared into the distance.
The last flicker of hope in her heart went out.
Turning to face Xu Sheng’s confused eyes, she couldn’t think of a single thing to say—only managed to murmur softly, "Let’s go home, Xu Sheng."
Inside the car, Xu Sheng took her hand and whispered guiltily, "Grandma, I’m sorry... I think I did something wrong."
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