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Hehe, isn't this a reference for you? I can't fall behind, can I?
It's no wonder that Wang Heng looks down on him; every time Wang Zhaoran is with Yu Suihuan, he acts particularly childish. But secretly, he is definitely not like that—he's not cute at all and can even be quite ruthless.
To accompany Yu Suihuan to Jing City, he has recently started to hand over his responsibilities to Wang Heng. Besides that, with a startup capital of fifty thousand, he has acquired a food factory. It's not exactly an acquisition; it’s more like he snatched it from someone else since the asking price was quite high. Gradually, his influence has been growing stronger.
However, many of his underlings look down on Wang Heng because of his young age and are mostly unwilling to accept him. That’s fine; with just a glance from him, there are naturally people who will take care of those who don’t know their place.
Wang Heng has transformed from a discarded kid into Wang Zhaoran's most capable assistant. One night, the father and son couldn't sleep, and Wang Zhaoran poured a glass of wine for Wang Heng.
"Heng Er, do you think the Godfather is being a bit unreasonable?" Wang Zhaoran referred to the recent strong-arm tactics.
"The Godfather? If one doesn’t act for oneself, heaven will punish them!"
Wang Heng had also struggled through hard times and didn’t find the Godfather's methods out of line.
"Don't you think the Godfather is ruthless?"
Wang Zhaoran took a sip from his glass and served Wang Heng a chicken leg.
"When others bullied us, did they ever let us off the hook?"
Wang Zhaoran paused for a moment with his glass raised and then reached out to pat Wang Heng on the shoulder.
"Heng Er, having you as my son makes this life worth it!"
He hadn’t expected his son to understand him so well, displaying maturity beyond his years.
But… hmm?
"Godfather, don't you ever regret not pursuing my godmother in this lifetime?"
Wang Zhaoran's paternal affection nearly overflowed, but his son's words brought him back to reality.
"Is this something you should worry about? The little rascal understands quite a bit!"
Wang Zhaoran thought about giving Wang Heng a smack on the back of the head but held back.
"What don't I understand? You like my godmother, but you're too chicken to chase after her. Otherwise, how could you accompany her through the college entrance exams and support her while she attends university in Jing City?"
"You don't get it. Your godmother has her own feelings."
"I know! That Yang Qinghe guy thinks my godmother is dead; he might have even married someone else by now!"
"That's true, but they never officially separated. Besides, your godmother—"
He wanted to say that Yu Suihuan still had feelings for him, but he felt uncomfortable saying it out loud.
"What do you mean, 'the early bird catches the worm'? He clearly had plenty of chances to be with my godmother; he's just too cowardly!"
Wang Heng felt a sense of frustration. "Godfather, my godmother and brother are the closest people to him in this world. Of course, he hopes they can be together."
He would also strive to ensure they had a better life in the future—at least one without worries about food and shelter.
"I don't deserve your godmother; I'm not clean enough!"
"Huh? Not clean enough?"
"I mean, I've been with women!"
Every time he thought about that night with Wang Xiuli, he wished he could just end it all. If only time could turn back, he would never have touched that woman.
"Cough, cough! Then you really don't deserve her!"
As Wang Heng spoke, he snatched a chicken leg and ran off, leaving Wang Zhaoran momentarily stunned.
"You little rascal!"
Wang Zhaoran threw off one of his shoes in Wang Heng's direction, but unfortunately, he missed.
"Always picking on me! Ha!"
Wang Heng practiced diligently every day; his speed, strength, and agility had all improved significantly.
He turned swiftly, elegantly dodging the shoe thrown by Wang Zhaoran. Bending down, he picked up the shoe and with a flick of his wrist, sent it soaring onto the roof.
"Hey, you little brat! How dare you throw my shoe!"
Wang Zhaoran, now missing one shoe, limped out in a hurry. By the time he reached the courtyard, Wang Heng had already vanished without a trace.
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