The Heartthrob System cultivates brotherhood online

When he just got in the car, the driver looked behind the seat and happened to meet Rongqi's eyes, so he quickly turned his head away.

"Hey, why are you feeling guilty?" Rong Qi lowered his eyebrows and looked very fierce.

The driver started the car, his eyes drifting, "No, nothing."

Rongqi ignored him and leaned back in his seat to play with his phone. Just as he unlocked it with his fingerprint, a hand came over from the side.

"Stop looking. Don't you want to go to bed?" Ling Si covered the blond boy's phone screen with his hand.

"Why are you acting so weird?" Rong Qi pushed his hand away. "I'm not sleeping. I'm not sleepy."

Seeing that he couldn't be stopped, Ling Si turned his head to the outside. Rows of green plants were flying past the car window, gradually forming a green line.

Rong Qi was playing a game when a small floating window appeared above the screen. When he saw the words "Rong Family", he almost went in.

From the beginning to the end, his face gradually became ugly. He suddenly sat up and called Rong An.

"Dad, is what's on the news true?"

Ling Si heard the noise and turned around to look at him.

Rong An couldn't keep it a secret from him forever. The trending searches had been suppressed, but it was inevitable that someone would preserve it and ferment it for a second time.

Rong An knew Rong Qi's character and was afraid that he would have wild thoughts. "It's true. Let's talk about it when we get back. Don't be impulsive."

When the phone beeped and the call was disconnected, Rongqi's mind went blank and his heart beat faster and faster.

How could this happen? He is not his father's child...

It turns out that what those people said was true. He was the cuckoo in the magpie's nest, and Zhao Jun was the phoenix.

The woman who came to Delin to commit the crime today and was taken away might really be his biological mother.

Thinking back to the series of things he had done to look down on Zhao Jun, Rong Qi really wanted to find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

Rong Qi looked at Ling Si, trying to find the truth in his eyes, "...So, this is why you don't let me look at my phone?"

"Your father is afraid that you can't accept it, so he won't let you talk about it for now."

Rongqi leaned back as if to relieve himself of the force and closed his eyes. There was a roar in his ears, as if a locomotive was running around in his head.

"When did you know?" Rong Qi asked in a hoarse voice.

"Two weeks ago."

Rong Qi suddenly remembered that Rong An always came back very late during that period, looking exhausted, and looked at him with strange eyes.

Only then did he understand that the emotions in those eyes might be complicated, and the interweaving of various emotions made Rong An both mentally and physically exhausted.

"So, that day you... took Zhao Jun out because it was my dad's idea?" Otherwise, he really couldn't think of any connection between the two of them.

"Yes. At that time, your father and Zhao Jun were talking about something."

Rong Qi opened his eyes and smiled bitterly, "That's why you didn't answer my call, right?"

How could he be so obtuse?

"Stop laughing, it's ugly."

The blond boy now looked like a pitiful puppy, with drooping eyes and tiny flashes of light in his eyes.

Cried?

When Ling Si wanted to take a closer look, Rong Qi had already closed his eyes and was facing the window.

The car drove into the manor and was greeted by the butler and bodyguards as usual. Rong Qi had long been accustomed to it. Now he only wanted to say one thing: what a fucking life.

The nearly twenty years of wealth and prosperity were all stolen.

Rong An was sitting in the living room. When he saw Rong Qi, he stood up and said, "Come to the study and talk with me."

Rong Qi lowered his head, not knowing what mood to face him with.

Ling Si returned to his room early, and after a while, he heard the sound of a door closing next door.

He opened the door and took a look. Rong An was standing in the corridor, his back showing his fatigue.

Rong An thought that people of the same age should be easier to talk to, "Please persuade him more and don't let him think too much. After all, he is my son."

"it is good."

Ling Si wanted to persuade him, but he had to see the person. Rong Qi seemed to be in seclusion these days, and basically did not go out. Ling Si delivered the meals to the door.

Ling Si was afraid that something might happen to him, and that he might be kidnapped without making a sound, so he would often knock on his door.

Get an irritable greeting, and you're basically safe.

Ji Xuanlan asked Ling Si to visit his company. Thinking that the young master had not been to class these days and would not come out in the short term, Ling Si agreed.

That day, Rong An was eating breakfast downstairs. Rong Qi came downstairs with a packed appearance, dragging a suitcase, and stood at the stairs.

Looking at the back of the middle-aged man, his nose was slightly sour, "Dad...Uncle, I shouldn't live here anymore. Thank you for your investment over the years. I will make money to pay you back."

Rong An was just surprised that his awkward son would come downstairs on his own initiative, but then he saw him carrying a suitcase, looking as if he was saying goodbye, and even changed his name.

"Pa!" A slap hit him on the back of the head.

Rongqi covered his head and looked at him in disbelief, "Dad, why did you hit me!?"

Rong An raised his hand and was about to hit him again, "You little bastard, you know I'm your dad now? I raised you for twenty years, and you call me uncle? I think you're just itching for a fight!"

Rong Qi's eyes were full of tears after being beaten, and he said without hesitation: "What about Zhao Jun? Why don't you bring him back?"

Rong An put his hand down and glared at him: "Do you think I don't want to? Can feelings be cultivated in an instant?"

"He must be thinking it's because I live here. Why don't I just move out?"

"Do you think they are as petty as you are? Why would they leave the suitcase there?"

Rongqi kicked the suitcase far away, sat down to eat angrily, and bit the sandwich hard, as if he was biting someone.

"If you act like a bitch again, I'll beat you up. Am I too nice to you on weekdays? Now you're leaving at the slightest provocation!" Rong An picked up his breakfast again, "I don't expect you to take care of me in my old age anymore."

Rong Qi didn't have any ideas about the company. He was not cut out for it and he always knew that he would not inherit the company. But even so, Rong An still gave him the best resources.

That's why he felt guilty, sorry for Rong An, and even more sorry for Rong An's biological son Zhao Jun.

He is occupying the same resources, but may not be able to grow into another Zhao Jun.

Halfway through breakfast, I noticed there were only two people at the table, "Where's Ling Si?"

"I gave him a holiday. Who told you not to go to school and stay in your room every day?"

Rongqi: “…” There is no fu*k at all.

"I...when will the trial of Li Chunlan begin?" Rong Qi really couldn't call her by that name, so he just called her by her name.

"You want to see?"

Rongqi said "hmm" and took out his cell phone.

"Let's talk about it after Ling Si comes back." Rong An was worried about him going out alone, and he was not sure if the other bodyguards would follow him. "The court will open tomorrow."

"I'm not your son anymore, why do I need Ling Si to protect me?"

"Who says you're not?"

"Then when will you recognize Zhao Jun?" Rong Qi asked again.

"Wait until he is willing." Rong An remembered something, "Li Chunlan and Zhao Song left behind a child, who is now being raised by Zhao Jun."

Rong Qi had no expectations of the Zhao couple, so naturally he was not disappointed. He did not believe that Li Chunlan was the kind of person who would swap the two children just for her son to have a good life. After all, she was selfish by nature, so she would turn around and stab him in the back because he did not help her.

Rongqi took a sip of milk, wondering if the child was good-looking...