Such a good business partner is truly hard to find even with a lantern in hand.
Compared to Mr. Meng's dislike, Meng Jin had nothing but praise for Mo Siyu, not to mention Meng Jin's proud demeanor which made Mr. Meng even more displeased.
Mr. Meng glared at him and said, "Meng Jin, are you still a father?"
"Of course, I am." Meng Jin answered without a second thought.
Si Yu was his son; how could he not be happy about his son being so capable?
Meng Jin had thought that he would never find Xiaolin in this lifetime and might have to live a lonely life. But to his amazement, not only did he find Xiaolin, but he also had such an outstanding son. These days, Meng Jin felt that even in his dreams, he would wake up laughing.
"So, if you're a father, why don't you find Mo Siyu detestable, and instead praise him so much?" Mr. Meng huffed coldly, "Yanzhi was raised by my side, not your foster child. If only you had paid a little more attention to Yanzhi over the years, he wouldn't have…"
Mr. Meng didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was very clear. He regretted it; he knew he shouldn't blame his son, but he couldn't help it.
"Dad." Meng Jin slightly constrained his smiling expression and looked at Mr. Meng, genuinely not expecting that this matter, which he thought Mr. Meng had gotten over, was still something Mr. Meng blamed Si Yu for.
"What happened with Yanzhi has nothing to do with Si Yu," Meng Jin stated earnestly. "Yes, it was Si Yu who brought the matter to light. But Dad, have you ever thought that if it wasn't for Si Yu, someone else could have revealed it?"
"And besides, Yanzhi is the one who did something wrong, not Si Yu. It has nothing to do with him at all." Meng Jin defended Mo Siyu word by word. When he spoke about Si Yu, his affectionate tone made it seem as if Si Yu were his son and Yanzhi was an outsider.
"Meng Jin, no matter how good Mo Siyu is, he is not your son," Mr. Meng said with a stern face.
Meng Jin was about to tell Mr. Meng that Si Yu was indeed his son.
However, Mr. Meng didn't give him a chance to speak. He said, "I'm telling you, don't even think about acknowledging Si Yu as your godson. I am the first to disagree with that idea."
He knew that Mo Siyu had no father, only a mother.
"Dad, how could you think that?" Meng Jin was taken aback by Mr. Meng's words. Was he the kind of person who would just take a liking to someone else's child and then claim the child as his own?
"Don't think just because I'm old, I don't know anything," Mr. Meng said irritably. "Meng Jin, I heard that you've been very close to Mo Siyu lately. What, are you disregarding your own old father now?"
Though he was recuperating, it didn't mean he was deaf.
"Dad, you are biased against Si Yu." Meng Jin felt a headache coming on. Clearly, Si Yu was his own son, Mr. Meng's own grandson, but Mr. Meng's bias against Si Yu was just too strong.
"I am not biased," Mr. Meng retorted coldly. "I know Yanzhi did wrong, but this kind of whistleblowing is a sign of poor character."
At this moment, Mr. Meng completely forgot why Mo Siyu would expose Meng Yanzhi's actions.
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"Dad." Meng Jin wanted to defend Mo Siyu, but Mr. Meng wouldn't listen to a word.
"If you don't want to anger me to death, stop speaking well of him." Mr. Meng clutched his chest, looking like he was gasping for breath.
Qu Feng hurried forward, patting Mr. Meng's back gently. As an outsider, Qu Feng naturally had no place to intervene in the affairs between father and son, so he simply patted Mr. Meng's back in silence.
"I won't say it, I won't," Meng Jin dared not continue and could only calm Mr. Meng's emotions before leaving.
As expected, the shipping company announced the winner of the bid was Mo Siyu.
Mr. Meng was so furious upon seeing this that he spat blood, his precious Longjing tea before the rain.
Mr. Meng walked away in a huff, and before he left, Old Qin even demanded the Longjing tea. It made Mr. Meng feel even worse.
"Mo Siyu, well done." Meng Jin looked at Mo Siyu with pride. Mo Siyu had done well indeed, truly making him, as a father, proud.
"Thank you." Mo Siyu also felt very pleased; after working so hard for so long, he finally achieved a satisfying result.
Meng Jin praised him, bursting with pride, and yet at the same time, a sense of regret quietly emerged in his heart. He had only heard from others how outstanding Mo Siyu was; he had never witnessed it firsthand and had missed everything since his son's childhood.
"I'm sorry." Meng Jin's mood suddenly dipped, his eyes flashing with mixed emotions of guilt, self-blame, regret, and sorrow.
Mo Siyu instantly understood what Meng Jin meant. "You owe an apology to my mother; she waited for you her whole life." Mo Siyu looked up at the sky, images of Mo Xiaolin painstakingly raising him alone filled his mind.
Mo Xiaolin was attractive, and many decent men wanted to be with her. Even her two uncles had tried to persuade her, but Mo Xiaolin was resolute.
"Mo Siyu, I've missed out on so much time with your mother. I'll definitely cherish the time from now on," Meng Jin said with a smile when he mentioned Meng Xiaolin. After a silent moment, he added, "Your grandfather, my father, has some misunderstandings about you because of Meng Yanzhi. Don't take it to heart."
"Because I have not married or had children for so many years, Yanzhi is like a grandson to my father, especially since he was raised by his side; naturally, their bond is strong," Meng Jin explained, fearing that revealing his lineage in the future might spur Mr. Meng to do something rash.
"If he knew about your true heritage, he would certainly be happy to have such an outstanding grandson." Meng Jin said this, unsure whether he was speaking to Mo Siyu or to himself.
Mr. Meng's recent behavior towards Mo Siyu was seen clearly by Meng Jin, who felt even more guilty. If Mo Siyu had been raised by his side since childhood, Mr. Meng would have been too busy doting on him to ever cause such trouble.
"It's getting late; I have many things to take care of when I go back, so I'll be leaving now." Mo Siyu ended the topic.
Meng Jin watched his departing figure and sighed deeply. He hadn't yet had the chance to acknowledge his son, and he hoped his own father wouldn't become an obstacle.
He must find a time to lay things out with Mr. Meng. Otherwise, if something happened, the relationship between Mr. Meng and Mo Siyu might become irreconcilable.
Meng Jin thought this to himself, dusting the grass off his clothes, and feeling lonely thinking about returning to an empty home. He couldn't help but miss his home in Jianan Prefecture, where he could always see Mo Xiaolin's smile and a warm meal, no matter when he returned.