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"You have?" Qi Zhao seemed to have heard some big joke, "Don't forget that you and Liang Yin are already engaged!"

Qi Shuyi pressed the numb cheek with the tip of his tongue, turned to look at Qi Zhao, and smiled mockingly.

"I won't marry Liang Yin. It's enough to make some mistakes once."

Qi Zhao was taken aback for a moment, then his face darkened, his eyes became terrifying, "Say it again."

Qi Shuyi's face remained unchanged, but his tone remained firm: "I won't get married."

Qi Zhao was so angry that he picked up the teacup on the table and smashed it on Qi Shuyi's body!

"It's my bottom line to tolerate you being with that Zhang Yuan and marrying Liang Yin! Who gave you the courage to go further?!"

"Zhang Yuan." A trace of tenderness flashed in Qi Shuyi's eyes, "He loves me."

Because he loves me and he needs me, so it doesn't matter if we still can't be together in the end.

"Love? Two men talking about love?"

Qi Zhao was trembling with anger from his outrage, pointing at the oil painting on the wall, his voice was so cold that Qi Shuyi was about to freeze to death.

"You are so self-willed and depraved, how can you be worthy of your mother!"

"I'm sorry, it's not me, but you." Qi Shuyi said without hesitation.

When I was a child, my mother always said that because she was pregnant with him, she gave up the opportunity to enter the international art exhibition and could only be trapped in this home.

At that time, he didn't understand that this was the tragedy of marriage. He only thought that his birth was a mistake, and that his mother's unhappiness was caused by him, so he could only work hard to paint and make up for his mother's regret.

But even though he worked so hard, his mother passed away on the night he won the silver award for children's oil painting.

Ended up depressed.

"I used to think that my mother's death was caused by me, that I was not good enough, worked hard enough, and didn't get the gold medal. She was angry."

"Although I grew up and understood the powerlessness of people in the face of illness, this kind of self-blame has never disappeared in my heart, but I didn't realize until today that you hurt her the most."

He didn't understand before why his mother was always unhappy.

She was obviously so beautiful, so elegant, and so noble. When she held her father's arm and attended various occasions, no one did not praise them as a fairy couple.

"You always say that I'm your son, representing your face, so no matter what I do, I can't be blamed by others, I can't be slovenly in front of people, I can't care about money, I can't squander but I can't be stingy, it's best to even bargain Do not want any."

"When my classmates bullied me and excluded me, you didn't protect me. Instead, you asked me, why don't they bully others? You said, it must be because I am not like a boy, because I am not good enough, because I am one of them heterogeneous."

"So, I can only work hard to be the Qi Shuyi that you like and the public likes, because you told me that no one will like me if I'm not good."

Qi Shuyi raised his head, looking at the family portrait painted by his mother hanging on the far side of the study, his eyes suddenly turned red.

"Mom should be the same."

She gave up her own painting, and became a delicate woman worthy of being a father in the public mouth.

Qi Zhao's face was livid, he stared at Qi Shuyi without saying a word, he was used to whistling in official circles, even staring at him could make people feel oppressed.

Qi Shuyi gave a wry smile and clenched his fists by his side.

"You taught me how to be outstanding, how to satisfy everyone, how to make the choice that maximizes the benefits when encountering problems, but you didn't teach me how to do Qi Shuyi, how to use my own strength to protect my lover."

"Hmph," Qi Zhao snorted disdainfully, "this society is crueler than you imagined! Moderate disguising and giving up are your protection! Your mother, as a painter and as my wife, will suffer much criticism She is not in good health, could it be..."

Qi Shuyi looked into his father's eyes, his dark pupils reflected disappointment.

"I used to think it was protection, but Dad, in fact, you gave Mom the turmoil in the second half of her life! You only wanted to let her take a completely safe path, but you took away her favorite painting, and took away her love. Let go of her pursuit of an artist! You never, never thought of using your own strength to protect your mother's love!"

Just like I took away Zhang Yuan's dignity.

Just like most people in this world who use the banner of "for your own good" and "that's very dangerous" to force their lovers and children to do things that are indeed safe and secure but they don't like!

"Dad, the so-called best of both worlds you taught me is just the best of both worlds we think!"

"It's not up to you, a junior, to judge what I do!"

Qi Zhao was so angry that his face turned blue, but he couldn't say anything else. Panting heavily, he looked around, pointed to the golf club he used to relax by the bookcase, and growled, "Bring it here!"

Qi Shuyi pursed her lips, walked over silently, picked up the club, and handed it back to his father.

Such rebellious words would definitely be beaten up. If his father hadn't developed the habit of listening to people finish the sentence over the years, he would probably have been beaten when he said the second sentence.

It was not the first time that this kind of hitting was done since he was a child, Qi Shuyi knelt down silently, and almost a few seconds later, the golf club hit him hard on the back!

Qi Zhao was really mad with anger. With all his strength, Qi Shuyi was beaten forward, leaning forward with his arms on the ground, gasping for breath in pain.

But he didn't intend to let go.

In the past 20 years of his life, he has never felt that he is needed.

Whether it's mom, dad, or classmates, it's all of them.

He didn't dare to be angry, and he didn't dare to breathe a sigh of relief, because he didn't have the confidence to be willful, because what he got was really too difficult.

But now he knows that Zhang Yuan needs him.

From the very beginning, Zhang Yuan made up his mind to put him in his heart, no matter whether he is despicable or ignorant, he will never give up on him because he is no longer good.

This is his confidence, even if the result is slim, he never wants to hurt his confidence again.

"Dad, I just like one person, but this person happens to be a man. We are no different from other people..."

When Qi Shuyi had just returned home, Liang Yin received a call from the nanny. By the time she hurried over, Qi Shuyi had already been in the study for nearly half an hour.

"Haven't you come out for so long?"

Liang Yin frowned, put his ear to the door and listened carefully, but there seemed to be no movement.

On the contrary, it is worrying.

"Miss Liang," the aunt who had been watching Qi Shuyi grow up was equally worried, "Is nothing wrong? When Xiaoyi came back, he looked ugly. Last time he looked so ugly, his father slapped him several times."

Liang Yin pondered for a few seconds, thought for a while, and finally turned the doorknob of the study.

"Go in and see."

The door is not locked, it opens with a twist.

Liang Yin's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Qi Shuyi!!"