Chapter 752: Chapter 753: How am I inferior to Uncle?
The term “aunt” seemed to instantly touch Gu Zhaohan’s sensitive nerve.
It was once the term he resented the most.
It took him four years – four years of effort just to extricate himself from the association with these two words.
He merely went abroad to attend a seminar.
Everything seemed to suddenly revert back to the past.
The cage above his head clanged shut and fell from the heavens, once again entrapping him within.
Gu Zhaohan could not accept it.
Even though he had matured and become calmer over these years.
But looking at the guilt on Xia Yangyang’s face, he understood everything and could no longer bear it.
Having been around Gu Zhaohan for so many years, Xia Yangyang had gradually come to know him quite well.
Everyone said that Doctor Gu is cold and aloof, like a walking iceberg.
But Xia Yangyang knew that Gu Zhaohan simply hid behind a shell of icy armor to protect himself.
Beneath this icy exterior, Gu Zhaohan was a man who had flesh, blood, and warm emotions.
Xia Yangyang turned to Qi Chen and said, “I want to speak to Gu Zhaohan alone.”
Xia Yangyang was afraid that these two would start fighting again.
Qi Chen replied, “Well, I’ll go back to my room first.”
Xia Yangyang turned and went to the small balcony on the second floor.
Gu Zhaohan followed her.
For the first time, Gu Zhaohan could not control himself and grabbed Xia Yangyang’s hand, “Tell me, what’s really going on?”
Xia Yangyang responded, “Gu Zhaohan, I’m sorry.”
The moment the words “I’m sorry” left her lips, Gu Zhaohan’s heart already knew the answer.
Over these years, Xia Yangyang had never stopped saying “I’m sorry” to him. Over and over.
These words seemed to have become his nightmare.
Sometimes, the sound of Xia Yangyang’s voice saying “I’m sorry” in his dreams was enough to jolt him awake.
Qi Chen never expected such dreams to become reality.
Gu Zhaohan could no longer hide his feelings. His fingers tightened their grip and his voice revealed an indescribable pain, “Why, why did I work hard for three years without success, and my uncle succeeds in less than three months? Where am I inferior? Was I not good enough for you?”
Gu Zhaohan never thought that he would one day ask such self-deprecating and juvenile questions.
It was as if he was reciting lines from a clichéd TV melodrama.
But Gu Zhaohan had long known the answer.
Love is not something that you can expect a response from just because you’re good to someone.
Being nice to someone who doesn’t need it from you is just a one-sided wishful thinking.
Xia Yangyang said, “Gu Zhaohan, you’re excellent. You needn’t compare with your uncle. You two lead entirely different lives.”
“To me it’s the same, ever since we were little, he’s always been given more than I have, be it the family business, our grandfather’s attention, or our mother’s love. Grandfather wanted me to study finance, to avoid competing with my uncle, I studied medicine instead. I didn’t mind, but what I can’t bear is why the only thing I want is always taken away by him, again and again. In the past, I swallowed it because you were married, but what now? Does the three years I spent accompanying you mean anything to you? Can’t you see that I’ve given everything for Xia Ye? Yangyang, I don’t understand it. I don’t understand how he can beat me so easily.”
Xia Yangyang’s heart ached in waves.
How could she not understand Gu Zhaohan’s efforts all these years?