My Alleged Husband

Chapter 659: Chapter 636: Adding Fuel to the Fire_2

Our family has walked hand in hand to this day, step by step. You should understand how difficult this journey has been for us. How did we get here one step at a time? What have we been through? Others can’t understand, but deep down in our hearts, we know, don’t we? As long as we know in our hearts, as long as we do not forget our original intentions, then why bother about those things? What needs to be let go will eventually have to be let go. Do you think you can take these things with you into the coffin?

Do you really want to let your mom and dad be unable to rest in peace until they die because of these things? Do you truly have the heart to see your own parents in agonizing pain over and over again because of your hatred for them? You’re not that kind of person. You simply can’t let your parents go through that pain time and again. You’re the most tender-hearted person. You claim your heart is devoid of anyone, yet you consider others more important than yourself. I am your grandfather, which is why I understand you so well. In fact, nobody in the world understands you, but my understanding should suffice. Why do you still covet the understanding of others? Isn’t it good for the two of us to live together? Why involve others? Other people are not us; they cannot dictate our lives. We can only rely on our own efforts to move forward step by step. Only then can we ultimately attain the outcome we desire, right?”

Zhang Yichen was stunned. He knew that every word his grandfather said made so much sense, but he didn’t know how to let go of these things. He knew his heart was tangled with these issues for so many years, and it was truly suffocating. He was also aware that recalling these things over and over was like ripping open a scabbed wound and rubbing salt into it, causing himself unbearable pain. Yet in the end, there was no one to comfort him. He knew the efforts he had put in were just like smoke in the past, and no one cared how much hardship and sweat he had endured. They only saw what he had achieved, how much money, and how great his accomplishments were, completely disregarding all his efforts.

”Grandfather, I really want to know if one day I suddenly left this place, would my mom and dad shed even a single tear for me, even just one. I can’t understand what goes on in a parent’s heart. What does their son truly mean to them? I have suffered from their matters over and over until it was unbearable. And yet they remained indifferent. I am also a person; I’m a living being with flesh and blood, and I have a soul. I know what it’s like to feel pain. How could my heart not hurt when my own parents have hurt and abandoned me over and over? But nobody cares about what I feel inside, only hurting me over and over. I’m not Saint; I can’t bear the pain again and again only to sit there foolishly on my own, enduring all the agony. I too seek that deepest comfort within my heart.

Perhaps all of this is too simple for anyone else, but for me, it’s just too hard, too hard. My parents never once stood in my shoes to consider my life. I’ve cried countless tears and felt pain to the extent of not wanting to live, but who has considered what I truly feel inside?”

”But do you not realize that being blinded by hatred like this does you no good? It only makes you numb, crueler, and heartless. Grandfather doesn’t want you to become such a person. I just want you to live a happy and stable life. Is that really so difficult?”

”Grandfather, don’t say anything now. I’m not in the mood to listen to any explanations. I just want to know if one day I really left this place, would my mom and dad shed even a single tear for me, even just one. Perhaps they wouldn’t, for they might just be stone-hearted and cold. Sometimes I really think I should learn from them, to be cold and heartless so that I can protect myself well, never getting hurt by anything. I just want to live a steady life, just like you said, grandfather. Is that really so hard? In the end, they never gave me any love, yet they meddle in my happiness, over and over. In their eyes, what does their son really amount to? Why do they treat me like this time and again, causing me heartache and sorrow? Do they really want to see such a result? Watching me suffer because of their actions over and over, would their hearts truly be content? Why? Are they really my parents?”