The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

This month was the most torturous month that Ling Ziyang had experienced in more than 20 years.

In the past, Ling Yuanshan could not do anything to him, but Zhao Qing doted on him again, and he almost did whatever he wanted in City A.

He thought that as long as no one was killed, he could do whatever he wanted, so Ling Ziyang never took it seriously when he went out to nightclubs to have fun.

From Ling Ziyang's point of view, although he is a bit of a dandy, isn't he like all those wealthy sons and daughters?

At least he didn't have promiscuous drug use, murder or arson.

But ever since he heard the content of the quarrel between Ling Yuanshan and Zhao Qing, and knew that he was not Ling Yuanshan's son, Ling Ziyang felt extremely guilty when he did these things again.

Just like what Ling Yuanshan said, even in a confrontation with Lin Weiwei, he lost the confidence.

But Ling Yuanshan said that he knew it when he was three years old.

Hearing the phrase "Being kind is not as good as raising kindness", Ling Ziyang felt that he had been wrong for so many years.

Ling Ziyang can't remember what happened when he was three years old, so Ling Ziyang can't remember what kind of mood Ling Yuanshan felt when he knew that he was not his son, and what his family was like.

Ling Ziyang only knows that in the past 20 years of memory, Ling Yuanshan has truly done what a father should do to him.

When he was a child, he knew that playing games would not improve him. At that time, Ling Yuanshan was so focused on Ling's family that he was so busy that he could not do anything, but he still asked about his homework every day.

When he is not busy, he also tutors him personally.

Later, when he grew up, he learned everything. If Ling Weiwei wanted this, he also wanted it. When Ling Weiwei smoked and fought with others, he also got involved.

Sometimes looking at Ling Yuanshan's helpless expression, he would also feel guilty, but in an instant, he was diluted by the joy of being with friends.

A month ago, Ling Ziyang felt that even though his son was not as good as Leng Jinran, he was at ease.

But this month, looking back, thinking about how Ling Yuanshan treated him, and thinking about his attitude and actions towards him, Ling Ziyang couldn't help but slap himself twice after thinking about it once.

"Dad, I'm sorry..."

With his head drooping, Ling Ziyang slid to the ground and couldn't help crying.

There are so many things I want to say to Ling Yuanshan, but at this moment, Ling Ziyang doesn't know what he can say.

However, the originally heavy mood, because Ling Yuanshan knew what Ling Yuanshan said a long time ago, suddenly eased up a lot, and Ling Ziyang felt a sense of relief.

This month, he has been worrying all the time, worrying about how he will face Ling Yuanshan, and how they will get along with each other in the long years to come.

But at this moment, Ling Ziyang knew that there was nothing to worry about.

In the future, Ling Yuanshan will definitely treat him as before, and he will grow up. In the next few decades, he will respect him well and be closer than his own son.

"I'm sorry, Dad, I'm sorry..."

As if wanting to vent out the emotions that have been pent up in his heart for so long, Ling Ziyang murmured while crying.

It was more than half an hour before I finally calmed down.

Going to the bathroom to wash his face, Ling Ziyang felt a little embarrassed, and when he came out again, he saw Ling Yuanshan had fallen asleep.

The embarrassment in his heart eased a little, Ling Ziyang exhaled softly, stepped forward to tuck Ling Yuanshan in the quilt, and went out with the cigarette case.

The door of the ward was gently closed. On the bed, Ling Yuanshan slowly opened his eyes, which were moist.