He had been with him since he was 13 years old and had treated him as his own son. The point was that Ye Hai would be around for the foreseeable future, so he always hoped that his son could get along well with Ye Hai. If he were to meet with an early end, he did not expect anything from his family, but at least Ye Hai would be there to take care of him.
“Who saved you?” Leng Jinpeng did not want to make Leng Qirui unhappy and changed the subject.
“A well-meaning and handsome girl.”
Leng Qirui looked at the warmth emanating from Leng Qirui; n.o.body understood his son better than him. Although he only took a glance, Leng Jinpeng knew that his son was in love with the other party.
“Who was it? Do you know her? If you like her, you can bring her home. Your grandparents and I share the same beliefs. The background of the person you like doesn't matter as long as they have a good character.”
Not to mention, a girl who would come to somebody's aid when they witnessed injustice could not be that bad.
When the girl was brought, Leng Qirui, who was still glowing with a soft light, instantly became irritable.
It was fine if anyone else wanted to be his rival, but it could not be his father!
“Dad, let me ask you, you don't accept any of the rich ladies that Grandpa and Grandma have introduced to you, constantly claiming that you can't let go of your relationship with mom. If this is the case, why do you still look to court Zhong Nuannuan?”
Leng Jinpeng: …???
“I'm not stopping you from falling in love, nor am I against you looking for a mistress. But how old is Zhong Nuannuan? 18 years old! As old as me! You're 44 years old, a whole 26 years older than her. The gra.s.s is too tender!”
Leng Jinpeng: …!!!
“If it's someone else, I will endure your willfulness, but let me tell you, I also like Zhong Nuannuan! Even if I can't be with her, I don't want her to end up becoming my stepmother!”
“Shut up!”
Leng Jinpeng slammed the table and shouted in anger.
The heavy force went through the wall and reached everyone's ears outside.
Qu Mingyi heard that the father and son were going to fight again and had a headache. Thus, they quickly knocked on the door and opened it.
After that, Qu Mingyi, Ye Hai, Chiyang, and Zhong Nuannuan warmly entered, only to see Leng Jinpeng and Leng Qirui glaring at each other, both father and son red in the face.
“What's the matter now? If there's anything wrong, can't you just discuss it? Xiaorui, your father is still ill and can't get agitated, can't you stop for a while?”
Although Qu Mingyi was very patient with Leng Qirui, he still felt that if this is his son, he would kill him in minutes!
Leng Qirui looked at Zhong Nuannuan, who was coming in and his heart became even more enraged.
“You forego your nightly self-study session just to read about my dad's illness. This yearning love is really touching!”
Zhong Nuannuan: “Ah…”
Everyone was taken aback.
“Leng Qirui, what are you talking about?”
Leng Jinpeng felt a rush of blood to his head, making him dizzy. This stupid boy… It was fine if he wanted to speak rubbish in front of him, but why did he dare to talk rubbish in front of so many people? He was really p.i.s.sing him off!
“Listen to what I say. Let me tell you this, no matter how much you love each other, I. Cannot. Accept. Your. Relationship!”
The whole hall fell strangely quiet…
“So uhh, Brother, you didn't see the short text I sent you?”
“What text?”
“Cough, where is your mobile phone?”
“I didn't bring it.” Leng Qirui responded, his complexion poor.
