But now, he has no idea which words his father used to say, or which deeds he had done, were true, and which were false, which were genuine expressions of emotion, and which were mere acting.
The father he once trusted and revered has now become a blade piercing his chest.
The group parted ways at the entrance of the club, Su Qinglan and the others continued their revelry, while Jian Shichu and a few others returned to the Jian Family Villa.
In the car, Ye Qingci nestled in Jian Shichu's arms, saying wistfully, "Jian Shichu, is it true that men become bad once they have money? Does every rich man have to keep a mistress outside?"
The ones who get caught are foolish.
The clever ones, like Xue Ling's father, have a son already in his twenties, and still, no one has discovered it.
If he hadn't been too greedy, wanting his illegitimate son to inherit the family fortune, perhaps no one would have ever found out and thought he was that universally praised good man and good father.
