Rong Shaoze had no regard for his father’s face, his emotionless black eyes landed on his father’s face, and his tone remained flat.
"I can understand that men like young and beautiful women, but after you have had your fun, it’s time to go back. Dad, do you want me to personally take you home, or will you go back by yourself?"
Rong’s father’s face turned red as he tried to save face, angrily shrugging off his son’s hand and shouting, "This is my business, not yours to interfere with! I am your father, can you even dictate what I do?!"
"It seems you didn’t understand what I said. I’ll say it again, you’re not allowed to see that woman again. Go back immediately and apologize to Mom."
Rong Shaoze stood in front of Rong’s father, a head taller than him, with a stronger presence, making Rong’s father feel old and useless.
But he was his father, how could he be threatened by his son.
"What kind of tone is that, what kind of attitude! I am your father, how can you speak to me like that?! You can go now, don’t meddle in my affairs. I know what I’m doing. I’m just having a bit of fun, and I’ll go back when I’ve had enough. I’ve only been here two days, don’t spoil my fun!" Rong’s father waved his hand impatiently and turned to leave.
Since the matter couldn’t be kept a secret anymore, he simply didn’t care about anything and wanted to have his fill of fun first.
At home, he felt utterly insignificant, oppressed by a father who controlled everything and a son who was strong in all matters.
And his wife was even more dominant than him.
He was left with nothing but to obey, and he had long been unable to swallow this humiliation.
Anyway, his health was poor, and he probably wouldn’t live many more years; he was old and might as well indulge himself and live happily for once.
Even if the patriarch of the family came to persuade him to go back, he wouldn’t return until he had enjoyed himself to the fullest.
Rong Shaoze didn’t stop him, but slowly said, "If that’s the case, could you divorce Mom first before you continue your fun?"
Rong’s father’s steps halted, his silhouette stiffening.
"Dad, I won’t allow you to do things that wrong Mom. How about this, I’ll immediately have someone send over a divorce agreement. Once you sign it, I’ll stay out of your affairs."
"You..." Rong’s father turned around, pointing angrily at him, "you unfilial son, don’t you be too disrespectful!"
Rong Shaoze smiled lightly, "On one side is my mom, on the other is my dad. Whom should I help? The only solution I see is to have you two divorce, then you keeping a mistress wouldn’t be considered wronging my mom, and I wouldn’t need to interfere, don’t you think this is a perfect solution?"
Rong’s father was infuriated, the young man was clearly threatening him.
He knew that he dared not divorce.
Should he get divorced, if the news got out, how many people would laugh at him. Moreover, the patriarch of the family would not allow him to divorce.
Besides, he did have affection for Rong’s mother; he couldn’t bear to divorce.
With a sigh, he conceded, "Fine, I’ll go back the day after tomorrow, is that okay?"
"Immediately, right now!" Rong Shaoze said, uncompromisingly.
"You... don’t think I won’t dare to divorce your mom!" Rong’s father, pushed to the edge, nodded in a huff, "Fine, bring the agreement, I’ll sign it right now!"
Rong Shaoze pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolded it, took out the pen pinned to his chest, and handed both to him: "Sign it."
Rong’s father stared at the divorce agreement, stunned and unresponsive.