Seeing that Song Yunhan suddenly vomited blood, Song Zixuan was stunned. He had been calm just now and suddenly became panicked.

He suddenly stood up and held Song Yunhan: "How are you?"

Song Yunhan took a deep breath, forced a smile, and waved his hand.

"No, it's okay, look, I've got your clothes dirty."

Song Yunhan pointed to the few drops that had just vomited blood and splattered on Song Zixuan, looking apologetic.

Song Zixuan shook his head: "It's okay, why are you coughing up blood?"

At this moment, Song Yunhan took a few deep breaths before adjusting his breathing steadily: "I've been like this recently, hey, sit down, don't stand."

Although Song Zixuan was not very relieved, he saw that Song Yunhan's breath stabilized and he still sat down.

Song Yunhan got up and took a towel from the computer desk, wiped the blood from the tea table, and wiped some places repeatedly many times. It can be seen that he loves cleaning.

In fact, it can be seen from his clothes that are spotless.

Moreover, Song Zixuan also inferred that when he first came in, Song Yunhan came out of the inner room. He must have heard that he had come and hurried to tidy up his clothes in front of the mirror and comb his hair. He obviously cared about his image in front of his son.

"Zixuan, I actually didn't expect you to really come, I'm very happy."

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan nodded: "I didn't expect it."

"During this period, I knew I was sick, so I didn't want to take care of work. Some things... I had to wait until the end of my life to understand."

"Haha, if you understood it long ago, why should you abandon your wife and children for those careers?"

After saying this, Song Yunhan was silent, his face full of apology. He lowered his head slightly, and a few strands of hair slowly hang down, looking very lonely.

In fact, Song Zixuan thought he would be very happy to see Song Yunhan like this. In his values, this is a consequence of evil.

But when he really saw it, it was not like this, and he felt very uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry, my words are heavy." Song Zixuan said.

Song Yunhan shook his head slowly: "You are not wrong, Zixuan, you are right. No matter what... I am a person who abandons my wife and children."

Song Zixuan didn't know how to follow it down and looked around the room aimlessly: "This room is not cheap, right? Such a large suite."

"I don't know, this hotel company also has shares."

Upon hearing this, Song Zixuan was stunned. He never knew his father, but only knew that he had left his mother with his career as an excuse, but he didn't know... this career was so big.

Although he doesn't know much about fashion and luxury, he also knows that the Kaiwo Hotel is one of the earliest five-star hotels in Dumen.

Moreover, Kaiwo in Qinglong Bay is making money every day.

"Haha, that's amazing. No wonder I left my mother. It's so much money..." Song Zixuan shrugged and chuckled, "Where is your current wife? Haven't you had a few more children?"

It can be seen that Song Zixuan was already angry at this time, and the source of anger was naturally because Song Yunhan's career was successful, which was exchanged for abandoning his wife and children!

Song Yunhan slowly raised his head. Although he was middle-aged, his facial features were still handsome and delicate, but he could not hide the traces and pathological signs of time.

"I haven't married again, and even over the years... Zixuan, you have grown up, and I can tell you something, I have never touched a woman again." Song Zixuan smiled: "Then congratulations, is this considered loyalty to my mother?"

Song Yunhan shook his head: "I know my mistakes can never be compensated, and I don't expect you to forgive me, but I am already content."

"Haha, of course I am content. I will be content with such a big family business." Song Zixuan said.

"No, it's because I saw you. You don't know. Since you were a child, I could only look at you from afar and dare not approach you until... Some time ago, my health was getting worse and worse, and I was even afraid of the wind. I really didn't expect that one day, my father and son could sit face to face. It was like a dream."

Hearing this sentence, Song Zixuan felt sad. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little pitiful to the middle-aged man in front of him.

Poor... Maybe it's because he's haggard now, or maybe it's because he's still alone in middle age.

"Zixuan, do you know? I only realized at this age that I want to give you all I have, but I can't give you what I should give the most, fatherly love, I know I can never make up for this lack, and it will also be the greatest harm to you..."

"Father's love? It's so strange," Song Zixuan shook his head and leaned on the back of the chair. "Maybe some people have it, but I have no idea about it, so there is no lack of it."

Song Yunhan couldn't speak for a moment. Although she was actually prepared for a long time, Song Zixuan would say unpleasant words, but she didn't expect that these words were like knives, and every sentence penetrated deeply into her heart.

Song Yunhan took a deep breath and smiled again: "Zixuan, you may not remember. Actually, when you were a child... I took you to play with you, but later your mother came and I left."

“No more impression.”

"When you were in elementary school, I watched you come out at the school gate, and bought you a marshmallow and a football for you."

Speaking of this, Song Zixuan's mind was buzzing, and he suddenly remembered something...

It seems that there was indeed such a time. He was very happy at that time because it was the first time someone gave him a gift, football. He watched other children hold the ball every day, but he didn't. From that day on... he had his own football.

He even remembered that later his mother came to pick him up and saw what he had in his hand, and he began to look around excitedly, as if he was looking for something, but at that time he would not have thought that his mother was actually looking for his father.

"Zixuan, I remember your birthday is almost nineteen, right?"

"Well..." Song Zixuan let out a breath, and Song Yunhan's words obviously made him feel heavy suddenly. "I really didn't expect that... you have actually appeared in these nineteen years."

Song Yunhan looked helpless: "Child, sometimes... adults are involuntarily. My life is not long. I am already content to see you. I don't even expect you to call me dad..."

"Haha, of course not. There is no relationship between us. Why should I call you? You have not fulfilled any obligations for me. Why should I call you? If it weren't for our relationship here, I wouldn't even recognize you when I saw you on the road. Like a passerby, why should I call you!"

Song Zixuan said, and stood up directly, his eyes full of crystal clearness, but these crystal clear eyes were full of anger.

Song Yunhan lowered his head and said nothing. He knew that even if he had tens of millions of reasons, he would have made the boy in front of him lose his fatherly love.

He couldn't get his father to pick him up and drop him off like other children, and played football with his father, and listened to his father telling the principles of life.

These are all blank for Song Zixuan. "You keep saying that you have your body and can't help but leave your wife and children. I'll tell you that even if you do this, it's all nonsense!"

Song Zixuan's voice rose a little higher again, and he was really out of control.

Perhaps when facing Brother Jie and Master Ke San, he was not so angry because it was just a brief hatred, but now it was a feud that had tortured himself for more than ten years.

Song Yunhan was silent for a while and said, "Zixuan, do you...will you listen to my difficulties?"

"I don't think you need to tell me those things. Are you making up stories? Or facts? I can't be sure. Maybe it's more appropriate for you to tell my mother that she is kinder and easier to trust you."

Upon hearing this, Song Yunhan smiled bitterly.

"Have you never met your grandma and grandpa, except for not seeing me?"

When Song Zixuan heard this, he was stunned. Perhaps he had never thought about this problem.

I don’t even have a father, and I can still care about whether I have grandpa, grandma, grandma, and grandma?

"No." Song Zixuan said.

Song Yunhan nodded and sighed: "Han Rong... did not go back in the end."

"What do you mean?"

"The marriage between my mother and you was not favored by the family. Zixuan, your grandfather disappeared when I was very young. After your grandmother remarried, she had no contact with me. My brother and you grew up with your second uncle by begging."

Song Zixuan was silent when he heard this. He never understood his father's past. When he heard this, he felt a little sad.

"When we grew up, we had never been to school, and we did hard work, scrubbing, washing dishes, carrying jobs, and doing everything. By chance, I worked as a waiter in a Western restaurant, and that's where I met your mother."

"What do you want to say? Are you and my mother sincere?"

Song Yunhan smiled and shook his head: "Your mother and I fell in love at first sight and got together soon. At that time, my monthly salary was not as much as her money as she bought snacks, so more often it was your mother who supplemented my life with your second uncle."

"Later, when her family found out about our affairs, she strongly opposed it. Child, you must have never imagined that your grandfather's family is a scholarly family, how could they allow their daughter to marry a local boy?"

Song Zixuan nodded: "I know, there was no freedom of love in that era."

"That's right, but your mother was with me despite their opposition. In order to avoid your grandpa, we moved and got married. With your sister, we started our little life. Although it was a bit hard, it was really happy."

Speaking of this, Song Yunhan's tears suddenly burst out, and even burst into tears with irresistible tears.

I recall the past twenty years later, and he will never get that kind of happiness in this life.

Looking at the father in front of him, Song Zixuan felt indescribable, and even had the impulse to accept his apology, but... he really couldn't do it.

Song Yunhan slowly recovered his emotions while wiping his tears, taking a deep breath and said, "At that time, it was really... the happiest time in my life. Later, I had you. Do you know the child? Although I was very poor, my wife was virtuous and my children were both powerful. I felt that I would never pursue anything else in my life."

"Mr. Song, but this is very different from your approach. You abandoned them so happy..."

Song Yunhan sighed deeply: "But later, everything changed..."
Chapter completed!