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I simply glared at Old Zhao without responding. Come on, in this peaceful and developing society, who has ever seen such a scene?
Alright, stop standing at the door. Come on in. Hey, did you bring what I asked you to bring? Let this naive kid take a look.
But it was only when they stepped into my house that I realized how spacious it was. I had never really felt its size before, but now it struck me.
However, when they revealed the items Old Zhao had mentioned, I felt like a little chick standing there, completely out of place.
Guns! Real guns! They actually had guns!
I quickly dodged and retreated, circling around to the floor-to-ceiling window behind the sofa. No way! Is this really a gun?
Hearing my words, someone immediately chambered a round and spoke to me, "Xiao Zhao, these are modified. The guns can be loaded even without bullets."
In the short span of that meal, my brain felt like it had endured a severe shock, and it was still reeling from the previous blow when another one hit me.
I could no longer think for myself; everything felt like a dream. My father was actually an Underworld Boss! And not just any Underworld Boss, but one completely different from what you see on TV. His behavior and style were nothing like what the term "Underworld" suggested; yet here were real guns and his subordinates right in front of me.
"Alright, Old Zhao, stop it. You're scaring my son so much he can't even speak," Ke Hong said as she got up and walked towards me, trying to soothe my heart that was already in a state of shock.
Seeing this, Old Zhao finally dismissed his subordinates, still saying that the heavens wanted them to meet my son. From now on, if my son needed anything from them, they should treat it as if I had told them to do so.
I have to say that Old Zhao treats his subordinates quite well; it's no wonder they are willing to follow him. But if that's the case, does that mean I have to be like Old Zhao too—living a life filled with violence and turmoil?
This was completely different from what I had imagined! Clearly, my family was well-off; I could easily enjoy life without being involved in such chaos.
So there I sat on the sofa, lost in thought—more like fantasizing about what my future would be like.
Old Zhao watched me for a while before sitting down beside me and lighting a cigarette. "You know, kid, back in the day I didn't want to walk this path either. I just wanted to find a wife and live a simple and stable life. But some things are beyond our control."
"The brothers who fought alongside me also need to support their families. What I can do is ensure they live better lives while meeting their needs. That's what a leader should do; I can't just fill my own plate while letting everyone else starve."
Ke Hong came from the kitchen with two cups of water and chimed in, "That's right, son. Don't blame your dad and me; we didn't want this either. Who doesn't want their child to grow up safe and sound? But rest assured, you can still do whatever you want without any danger."
If Old Zhao is the blade that showcases our strength to the outside world, then Ke Hong is the warm harbor behind him. Perhaps every family has someone who plays the villain while another takes on the role of the good cop.
After their explanation, I slowly began to accept this reality.
Yes, they had never let me come to harm growing up; that's why they kept their identities hidden from me. How could I blame them for not telling me about this sooner?
Having sorted out my feelings, I looked at the marriage certificate on the table and asked, "Mom, Old Zhao, does that mean I don't have the right to choose who I love?"
Ke Hong was about to speak when Old Zhao interrupted him immediately. "No, actually you do have the right to choose who you love. It's just that if you don't pursue them, they will come looking for you instead. Their families are not much different from ours; they're all respectable people."
"If they take an interest in you, that's fine. But if not, then it's going to be a war without gunpowder. The same goes for you; if you're not interested in them, then any one of their families would lose face over it. Do you understand?"
Hearing this, I finally understood. This wasn't about having the right to love freely; it was a dead end where refusing was not an option, and being rejected was equally unacceptable!
Soon, a mournful cry erupted from the living room. "Old Zhao! How can you do this to your own son?"
A barely noticeable smirk crossed Old Zhao's lips. "This isn't about putting you in a tough spot. Once you meet them, you'll change your mind."
With that, he pulled Ke Hong upstairs, leaving me alone in the living room to lament my fate.
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