Mu Qing inhaled deeply and tried to calm down.
Mu Chen looked at Mu Qing and said indifferently, “Don’t worry. The doctor said there’s no big issue with your heart. Otherwise, I wouldn’t dare to sit here and provoke you and expose your thoughts. Although I don’t care, I don’t want to bear the charge of murdering my father.”
Mu Qing looked at his son and asked with a hint of pleading, “Mu Chen, do you really hate me so much?”
Mu Chen nodded without any hesitation.
Mu Qing felt suffocated. After a moment, he said, “Mu Chen, do you still remember the time when you won first place in a Taekwondo competition when you were young? You rode on my shoulders and held onto the sides of my head, asking me to bring you to eat something delicious…” A hint of nostalgia could be seen on Mu Qing’s face as though he was immersed in a beautiful memory.
Mu Chen continued his father’s words. “Mother was standing at the side at that time, frightened. She was worried I would fall. She’d always been worried about me, afraid that I would hurt myself. If Grandma didn’t voice her support, Mother wouldn’t have let learn Taekwondo.”
Mu Qing fell silent immediately.
“Do you feel good reminiscing the warm memories between us? Don’t forget all our warm memories have Mother in them. We don’t have any warm memories that belong to just the two of us; all of our memories include Mother. Is that funny or sad?” Mu Chen’s voice was brimming with mockery as he said, “Even if you want to use tender feelings to move me, there’s no way to get around my mother. Hence, when you try to use these memories to soften me, I’ll be reminded of Mother and why she died…”
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