Ji Chengzhi got up from the ground and glared at the man in the kitchen whose face was so full of pride that he seemed to be soaring to the heavens. His gaze was unusually angry, "What does that have to do with you? Medically speaking, you only contributed a sperm. Afterwards, that woman conceived him, gave birth to him, and raised him to this size. Now you’re reaping the benefits as a ’father’ without any effort—what are you trying to show off for?"
At these words, the man who was taking something out of the fridge stopped in his tracks!
Yes, what he said was not wrong. Five years ago, he had been rough with her in that room, but what about that woman?
She managed to give birth to him in such a terrible environment and even raised him up so well and educated him.
What right did such a father have to be proud?
His face finally darkened, and with a "bang," he shut the fridge door, leaning against the countertop behind him. He fell silent.
Seeing him , Ji Chengzhi immediately felt some regret, "Mucen, don’t... don’t mind what I said just now. I was talking nonsense; I just found your son too adorable and wanted to be his godfather."
Ou Mucen shook his head and lit a cigarette, "No, you’re right. I really don’t deserve to be his father."
"All these years, I don’t even know how she made it through. When she was incarcerated, it was not long after we had been together. Thinking about it, she must have just gotten pregnant. But by then, she had already been sentenced. How did a pregnant woman survive in such a place? And the child, how was he even born?"
His voice grew quieter and quieter, and the fingers holding the cigarette trembled slightly, as if his conscience was being tormented by a tremendous guilt and self-reproach, so much so that he couldn’t even maintain his composure.
In fact, any man with a bit of conscience, upon hearing about a woman who under such circumstances still gave birth to her child, would be moved, would feel unbearably pained.
Ji Chengzhi understood his feelings, so for a short while, he also didn’t speak, but simply joined him in smoking in the kitchen, his gaze quietly focusing on the child playing outside.
"It really wasn’t easy. Wasn’t she just 18 that year? An 18-year-old girl gave you a son, Ou Mucen, you should be content."
Ou Mucen remained silent, just smoking furiously...
Ji Chengzhi saw this and asked another question, "But then again, did she know it was you at that time? Otherwise, why would she give birth to this child?"
That’s right, if it was a woman who was unknowing, about to be incarcerated, and discovered she was pregnant, she would certainly not want to keep the child. Otherwise, how would she manage in prison?
And if this woman knew that the child she was carrying was the third young master of the Ou Family, then keeping the child would make sense. After all, with this child, she would have a bargaining chip for the future, wouldn’t she? The third young master of the Ou Family was no ordinary person.
But unexpectedly, the man shook his head without even a thought, "She didn’t know..."
"What? She didn’t know? Then why would she still decide to have the child?"
Suddenly, something flashed in his mind, fragments of a memory, and in an instant, they took him back to last night.
No, that’s not right. Last night, in her hazy state of consciousness, she begged him, saying, "Ou Mucen, please don’t hurt me anymore."