Yi Jianye was anxious and angry. Staring at the call screen that had been hung up on, he furrowed his brows, unable to understand. Panting, he threw his phone to the ground, shattering it into pieces. On the cracked screen flickered the man's resentful face, his expression twisted and terrifying.
He simply could not fathom how he had produced such a stubborn son, one who not only refused to share his burdens but had now grown so capable that he couldn't be controlled. Yi Zhuo's business was scattered and highly secretive. Yi Jianye couldn't get a handle on him; all he could say was that his son was too clever and knew how to hide. Apart from that studio and factory, Yi Jianye knew nothing else about Yi Zhuo.
Fine, fine! He had raised a son who guarded against his own father like this, refusing to lend a hand even when the family was in trouble.
Yi Jianye slowly tried to calm himself down. He sat in the soft chair, holding his head in his hands, occasionally stroking his thinning hair. Worry had etched a deep "川" character between his brows.
If he couldn't resolve the pressure from the Jian family in business dealings, then nothing involving real money would work out.
At this point, there was truly no other way. Apart from having Yi Zhuo step in to settle the marriage alliance, Yi Jianye couldn't think of any other means to defuse this crisis.
It was also his fault for leaving so decisively back then, leaving no way out for his son. But when his business ran into trouble, he had to follow his father-in-law's orders, constrained and monitored in every move. He dared not go see Yi Zhuo again.
Many years later, he thought... thought Yi Zhuo was long dead, his bones probably turned to dirt.
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