Mommy, the wealthy daddy has come to propose again.

He was really not interested in the position of heir. He just wanted to be an idle painter and do everything he liked instead of being bound in a golden cage without freedom.

Gong Chenxuan advised, "Xiaoming, you are my son, you can't have such decadent thoughts. You have been very smart since you were young, and even your teacher praised you for being amazing. It would be a pity if you don't become the heir to the family. Listen to your father and try to fight for this position. Just think of it as bringing honor to me and your mother, okay?"

The two of them gradually lost confidence in Gong Yu. After all, the old man didn't like his eldest grandson very much now, so he had to support the second son to take the position. As long as there was a son to inherit the family business, the position of the eldest son in the family would be completely consolidated.

"I'm smart? Dad, don't be ridiculous. I'm just a dumb guy who can only doodle. I don't have the ability to inherit the family business. Even if you put in all your efforts to help me get to this position, I can't sit firmly in it. It's better to leave it to someone else."

Gong Ming continued to eat his food with big mouthfuls, not affected by his father's words at all. He felt that as long as he kept refusing, no one would be able to do anything to him.

Hearing the conversation between the father and son, Yang Yiran's face suddenly darkened.

"Xiao Ming, can you be a little more promising?"

She said in an unhappy tone: "I have spent so much effort to cultivate you, is it just for you to be an idle painter? Look at your useless appearance, you are really a loser, a disgrace to your father and me."

"Doing nothing", "nothing to show for oneself", "nothing of note"...

These reproachful voices lingered in Gong Ming's ears, buzzing non-stop and making him feel very irritated and uneasy.

He was somewhat unhappy with his mother's words, so he immediately put down his chopsticks and turned away, leaving only the rebellious words "None of your business is my business", and soon disappeared from the couple's sight.

Yang Yiran also lost her appetite. She put down her bowl and chopsticks and sighed, "Alas, what sin have I committed? I gave birth to two unmotivated children. I thought it would be enough if one of them could win the inheritance, but they are both so useless. I am so disappointed."

Gong Yu, who was having dinner, couldn't help but frowned when he heard this. He never expected that he would become what his mother called a "useless person". Then, what were all his efforts over the years worth in her eyes?

"I'm stuffed."

Gong Yu left the table with a gloomy face, completely ignoring the shouts of his parents behind him. He didn't want to stay here for even a second and just wanted to escape outside and breathe some fresh air to moisten his lungs.

Bai Ning watched the family's dispute and couldn't help but feel fortunate that his parents were gentle and considerate people and did not instigate him to turn against his brothers and sisters to fight for the inheritance.

She took a sip of the juice. It was sweet, just as sweet as her heart.

On the other side, Gong Ming ran to the roof alone to calm down. He looked up at the starry sky, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.

Since he was a child, his parents have placed the responsibility of the family on his elder brother, and they let him be as free as he can be, without paying much attention to him. Now that Gong Yu has lost his usefulness, they remember that they still have a son like him, and force him to compete with his brothers for the right of inheritance, which makes him feel very uncomfortable.

"Dad, Mom, why don't you understand me?"

Gong Ming murmured, the night wind blowing on his face, chilling him to the bone.

He wrapped his coat tightly, lay on the ground, looked at the starry sky tonight, let his mind go, and began to plan an unprecedented escape.

After hearing what his parents said tonight, he inexplicably began to reject this family. He felt very uncomfortable here, and all the power struggles were almost suffocating him.

He just wanted to be a free and carefree king, so he didn't want to be an heir. Everyone has their own ideals and pursuits, and he didn't think that his thoughts were useless.

What's wrong with being a painter?

She was able to gain fame and fortune, and it didn't bring shame to her as her mother said.