Mr. Huo, stop being abusive. Miss Fu is going on a blind date again.

Ling Zhao probably felt awkward and quickly pulled his hand back.

Seeing this, Ji Lin grabbed his hand again and placed it on his thigh. He could feel the warmth from his leg skin through his school pants.

Suddenly, he heard Ling Zhao ask, "You're not wearing long johns?"

Ji Lin: "...Why are you focusing on something so strange?"

Ling Zhao's cheeks felt slightly hot. "I just touched it."

There is nothing wrong with the use of this word, but when Ji Lin heard it, he felt his heart beating faster.

He didn't notice that there was something strange in his heart.

"Next weekend, I'm going to Guangcheng to participate in the fencing championship."

Ling Zhao was stunned for a moment. "Is this the competition you mentioned before, where winning the championship will get you into the tournament?"

Ji Lin nodded.

Ling Zhao secretly clenched his fingers, "I will wait for your good news...Brother."

Ji Lin was amused by his serious call of "brother". He suddenly looked at Ling Zhao and asked, "Do you want to go and see it?"

Ling Zhao looked at Ji Lin's clear and clean eyes like the spring breeze, pursed his lips, and didn't know how to start.

Seeing that he hesitated, Ji Lin patted Fu Yan's shoulder and said, "I'm going to Guangcheng for a competition next week, go and watch."

Fu Yan was working on a question. She made an OK gesture to him and turned away.

Ji Lin smiled at Ling Zhao, "Fu Yan is going too, you guys have company, I'll save a spot for you."

Ling Zhao loosened his clenched fingers and smiled at Ji Lin, "Okay."

Ji Lin went to Guangcheng in advance, and Ling Zhao and Fu Yan planned to set off on Saturday morning.

Friday evening, Ling's house.

After finishing dinner, Ling Zhao put down his chopsticks and said, "I'm full."

Ling Feng hummed without even looking at him, but was talking to his second wife about how many projects the Ling Group had given him recently.

"Dad, I have something to tell you."

Ling Zhao's voice interrupted Ling Feng's words. Although Ling Feng was a little unhappy, he still stopped and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I'm going to Guangcheng with my classmates to watch the game tomorrow." Ling Zhao said.

Ling Feng frowned, "What?"

Ling Zhao had made it clear enough. He was not really asking Ling Zhao to repeat what he said, but was reminding Ling Zhao that he was angry.

If it were in the past, Ling Zhao would have known that this was the end after receiving this signal.

But he didn't want to miss Ji Lin's game.

So, he mustered up the courage and said, "I want to go watch my friend's game."

"Friend?" Ling Feng suddenly raised his voice and snorted coldly, "Come with me to the study."

Watching Ling Feng's back as he walked out of the restaurant, Ling Zhao also stood up from his seat.

The stepmother pulled him aside and said, "Don't make your father angry, Ling Zhao."

Ling Zhao shook off the other person's hand expressionlessly, left the restaurant, and went to the study on the second floor.

When he knocked on the door and went in, Ling Feng was looking for something in the drawer of the study shelf.

"Close the door."

Ling Zhao closed the door with his backhand.

Ling Feng took out a box from the drawer and threw it on the desk, then looked at Ling Zhao, "What did you say you were going to Guangcheng for?"

Even though he knew Ling Feng was angry, Ling Zhao did not compromise.

"My friend is attending an important competition and I want to go and watch."

There was a "pop" sound!

Ling Feng slammed the table and said angrily: "Friends? I have warned you since you were a child not to make friends, and you still dare to mention these two words to me! Are you afraid that your true identity will not be discovered by others? "

"Don't I have the right to make friends?" Ling Zhao's voice rose, and it was surprisingly clearer than his usual low and hoarse voice.

"No!" Ling Feng pointed at his nose, "From the moment you were born, you didn't have the right to choose for yourself. You're talking about a friend? It's a boy, right?"

Ling Zhao's silence confirmed Ling Feng's guess.

Ling Feng taunted, "You're in adolescence, aren't you? Ling Zhao, look at your own identity. You are my son, Ling Feng, and you are a man!"

"I don't..." Ling Zhao's eyes were red.

Before he could finish his words, Ling Feng rushed over and grabbed Ling Zhao's neck, whispering, "Yes, you are the man, you are my son, Ling Zhao, you are my son, and I will not allow you to doubt your identity again."

Ling Zhao was strangled by him and couldn't breathe. His pale face turned purple because he couldn't breathe.

He used both hands to pry Ling Feng's hands apart.

But Ling Feng is an adult man, and Ling Zhao is no match for him in strength.

Ling Feng suddenly let go of his hand.

The cool air rushed into his throat with his rapid breathing, making him feel itchy and spicy. Ling Zhao covered his neck and coughed continuously.

Ling Feng looked down at him, "Are you going to start to behave? Don't forget, your mother's life is still in your hands. If you dare to do anything to disobey me, I will stop paying for her medical expenses at any time. When the hospital removes the tube, she will really die."

"No!" Ling Zhao rushed over and hugged Ling Feng's thighs regardless of anything, "Dad, please don't do this."

"Then it depends on whether you are obedient or not, Ling Zhao. Always remember your identity. You are my son. Because of you, I can inherit part of the Ling family's property. I can have such wealth. Your mother has a constant stream of high medical expenses. The root of all this is you."

Ling Zhao knelt on the ground, tears rolling down his eyes.

"Are you going to Guangcheng tomorrow?" Ling Feng asked kindly.

Ling Zhao shook his head silently.

"So do you still make friends?"

Ling Zhao's heart contracted violently. He swallowed all the words with a sob and shook his head silently.

Ling Feng squatted down and touched his soft hair. "That's right. Don't make friends with anyone, otherwise your true identity will be easily discovered. Then, you will become the murderer of your mother. Ling Zhao, you are a good boy. You won't harm your mother, right?"

He stood up, picked up the box he had just thrown on the table, and handed it to Ling Zhao, "Eat this."

Ling Zhao covered his neck tightly, his expression painful and resisting.

Ling Feng roughly pulled his hand away and stuffed the box into his hand. "Eat it, and your voice will be deeper."

……

Ji Lin returned to the resting place, took a shower and went back to the dormitory, only to see Ling Zhao's missed call.

The teammates came back one after another. Ji Lin looked around and felt that it was inconvenient to make a phone call here.

A teammate teased, "So mysterious? Are you calling your girlfriend?"

Ji Lin pretended to kick the other person, took his phone to a quiet place, and then called Ling Zhao.

The call is connected.

"I just went to take a shower, what's wrong?" Ji Lin leaned against the railing. There were gusts of wind blowing outside the building. Compared with Guangcheng and Nancheng, it was much warmer.

Ling Zhao whispered, "I have something to do at home tomorrow, so I can't go to watch your game."

Ji Lin was stunned.

Ling Zhao could feel his breath on the phone, but couldn't hear him speak.

He must be angry...

However, Ji Lin asked worriedly, "What's wrong with you? Your voice sounds weird, are you crying?"