Save the villain and become the villain [Quick Wear]

Old Master Ren looked at his youngest son in disbelief, and the strength in his hands unconsciously increased, with a hint of coercion.

"Are you threatening me? You've only known each other for a short time, and you're already doing this for him... for him..."

Ren Yi saw that he couldn't continue. He felt his wrist numb, but he didn't move. His expression was tinged with sadness. "Dad, you are threatening me. I love him for one day, one year, or a lifetime. What difference does it make? What have I done wrong?"

“Homosexuality is wrong.”

Ren Yi gritted his teeth, feeling unwilling and angry.

"Then I'll go for sex change."

Ren Chenggong was almost mad at his words. He pointed at him for a long time, but heard him say, "When you gave birth to me, didn't you and mom want a daughter? Isn't this just right now?"

Ren Chenggong was eloquent when he was young, but when he was old, he was speechless in front of his youngest son.

His arm suddenly felt sore and weak at an inopportune moment, and he then noticed the obvious blue veins on the back of his son's hand, but he was stubborn and refused to give in.

He hadn't seen his little son so persistent in asking for something for a long time, and he felt a little dazed for a moment, but when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't remember when he had ever been like this.

The children of the Ren family always lack nothing. He worked hard for most of his life so that the younger generations would no longer suffer. However, now these two have been frustrated in their love lives.

Mr. Ren's eyes dimmed, he sighed heavily, and let go of his hand.

He found the cigar and tried to light it, but was held back by his youngest son.

"Your health is already like this, you should smoke less."

The topic changed, and the atmosphere became slightly more relaxed. The old man glanced at him and asked in a softer tone, "What about you? How many a day?"

"No, he doesn't like it, and I only smoke when I'm upset."

Ren Chenggong frowned again, and the sagging skin on his cheeks suddenly smoothed out a lot.

Ren Yi pressed the old man's hand in return, pleading: "Dad, can you please listen to me for a few words? I don't want to quarrel with you."

The old man moved his lips, wanting to tell him to get out, but he couldn't say it. Thinking that today was New Year's Day, he barely suppressed his anger and responded vaguely.

He put down the cigar cutter and simply held the cigar in his mouth for the enjoyment of it. He wanted to see what his youngest son could say.

"I first got to know him because of the songs he sang. He was a singing host in his spare time. I asked the housekeeper to let you go, and you praised him for his spirituality. Before he appeared, I had always relied on sleeping pills to fall asleep, but his songs made me heal without drugs. He is special."

Mr. Ren had a toothache on his face, and the wrinkles on his face doubled. He raised his arm, shook his hand down, clamped the cigar, and said politely: "If you want to show off your affection, get out now."

Ren Yi sat next to him, lowered his eyes to look at his well-proportioned fingers, stretched them a few times, and looked at the old man again.

"Dad, I've never been so happy since the car accident. So many doctors gave me a death sentence. I was planning to rot in the wheelchair, but he wanted to pull me up. Maybe he really is my lucky star. At least now, I have gradually regained feeling in my legs."

There was a flash of surprise in Mr. Ren's eyes, and he slapped his knee without hesitation. Although it was not obvious, the leg did tremble.

The old man concealed the joy in his eyes and tried to remain calm, but the cigar visibly trembled along with his fingers.

"That only shows that the doctor is very skilled."

"He found it for me."

The old man suddenly fell silent.

"I never thought about who I would be with. There are so many people in the circle who look down on me because I have a disabled leg and it's hard to get along with me. I also look down on them because they are vulgar and flattering. But he is different. He is as clean and straightforward as his songs, domineering and gentle. I don't want anyone else except him."

The old man sneered, but noticing his expression when he mentioned the boy's daughter-in-law, the disappointing words circled on the tip of his tongue, but were unwillingly blocked by the cigar in his mouth.

He felt disappointed.

The car accident fifteen years ago took away so much from the Ren family.

The youngest son no longer has a smiling face, and the dimples that he once refused to show have disappeared without a trace. Just like his granddaughter has always remembered the child from the Xie family, he watched his older brother and sister-in-law and his unborn nephew or niece die with his own eyes, and will never be able to forget them.

Even though more than ten years have passed, when Mr. Ren thinks of that day and that year, he still feels a pang of pain in his heart.

"He is very smart, clever, and courageous. He looks like he is not afraid of anything, but he is actually afraid of ghosts and the dark. He is also a little squeamish. However, his parents don't pay much attention to him, so he has become fearless. I am older than him, so I want to take care of him. One lifetime is not enough, I want to take care of him for the rest of my life."

The old man came to his senses and showed disgust again, and it was unclear who he was targeting.

"I was the one who fell in love first, and I was the one who tried hard to make him like me. I can't abandon him after having sex with him. Dad, I don't want to choose between you. I just fell in love with someone who happened to be of the same sex as me. We can't get married, and we can't have a child, but is that wrong?"

The cigar in Mr. Ren's hand fell to the carpet, and surprise and anger surged up again: "You, you are a homosexual, and you still want to harm other people's children?"

Ren Yi pursed his lips and didn't say that the person he liked was gay.

No matter how angry the old man was just now, he didn't hit him. But now he couldn't control himself anymore and suddenly raised his hand and slapped him.

The moment he made the move, he regretted it, but when he thought of what he had done, he wanted to slap the man one more time. In the end, he was succumbed to age and could not muster the energy to strike again.

He grasped the armrest of the chair, leaned forward, frowned, and asked sternly: "Do his parents know?"

Ren Yi raised his hand to calm him down. Seeing that he looked a little unhappy, he took out some medicine from his pocket and fed it to him, whispering, "You are not in good health, don't get angry. His parents should know this."

"Why did I raise such a bastard like you?" After taking the medicine, Mr. Ren waved his hand away vigorously, closed his eyes to calm down, and asked in a cold voice, "What did his parents say?"

Ren Yi shook his head: "I just sent him back on the plane before I came here."

"You just let him go back alone? Is this what you mean by wanting to control him?" The old man stared at him, his stance shifting unconsciously.

"If he doesn't send me a message tonight, I'll go find him."

"What if he was wronged during the day?"

Ren Yi hesitated.

In fact, he couldn't imagine how the man looked wronged. When he mentioned it, he looked very confident and said that at most he could just climb out the window and run away overnight.

He knew he could do such a thing.

But to say that he would not be wronged would undoubtedly deepen his image as a bastard, but it would make the old man more receptive to "Jiang Shi" a little more easily.

He lowered his head decisively: "I didn't think it through."

Mr. Ren stared at the slap mark on his face for a while, but ultimately didn't add another one.

"What's the child's name? What does he do? What's his family situation? Do you know everything?"

"Jiang Shi, Jianghehuhai, Shi Huizengmei, is a French major student at Beijing Foreign Studies University. He does live streaming in his spare time. You know this. Before we met, he had tens of millions of fans just by his own ability. He is an only child, and both his parents work in state-owned enterprises."

Old Master Ren's face darkened as he repeated word by word: "Only child?"

Ren Yi paused, then nodded and said "hmm".

"Pack your things and get out right now. If his parents want to beat you, bear it."

Ren Yi looked up at him hesitantly: "Dad, do you agree?"

"Get lost."

Ren Yi controlled the wheelchair to go out, and heard a vague voice coming from inside.

"If everything goes well, I'll bring it back in the next two days for you to have a look."