In the Chen mansion.

"Chen Kai!" the coarse yet weary voice resounded in the mansion as the chairman walked around the mansion with a golf stick in his hands and his wife following after him with cries of pleas which he turned deaf ears to.

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"Dad," his fear-filled voice answered, the chairman who had been breathing heavily like an animal who is exhilarated to catch its prey stood straight then slowly turned to him with a deadly glint in his eyes.

His shoulder fell and his knee almost gave way, he could feel his hands going out of control just like they always do but he didn't want the man he fears the most in the world to see it, he balled his fist and pressed his trembling lips tightly together.

Over three years, he has lived away from his terror of a father but now he wished he never came back.

He balled his fist tighter as the old man's gaze fell on his trembling fist.

"You useless fool, you still tremble---" he hissed then bent his head backwards with a sigh, his wife just stood there not knowing what else to do, either way, she knows she just wouldn't be able to watch what is about to happen so she quickly turned her back.

He lost all hope of a change in his father seeing his mother turn her back on him, he was just thankful that Xiaomeng is not in the mansion to witness this miserable side of him, he might not love her but her obsession with him makes him feel powerful.

His lips curled up and his wrinkles supporting the crazy father look, he then turned his head to his side only to see a small bottom rounded flower vase next to him, he stood there like a log of wood but he didn't miss the object his father fixed his eyes on, he already braced himself to take the hit.

In an instant, the chairman grabbed the flower vase and threw it towards him causing the vase to shatter on his head, his wife covered her mouth as tears strolled down her cheeks to stop herself from screaming before she makes matters worse.

Blood seeped out of the corner of his head but he still stood there, enduring the pain.

The chairman rushed towards him like a mad man and started hitting him continuously with the large golf stick, even when he heard the cracking of his bone he still didn't stop, instead, he continued his rampage to let out his rage.

"How dare you! how dare you lose my hard work to someone else!" he yelled as he continued hitting all part of his body with the golf stick, he clenched his fist tighter to endure it but it still didn't work, he thought after all these years, he will be immune to the pain and fear this monster of a father inflicts on him but---he realized he was wrong.

He winced and gritted his teeth but it didn't last long when the golf stick hit his face, blood filled the gaps between his teeth and painted them red.

His mother couldn't take it anymore, she knows the chairman never has a full stop to his rampage and the only way to save him his to put herself in between them even if it might cause her to be injured.

She opened her eyes then rushed towards them, she covered him with her body but the man who is blinded by anger didn't realize it until he made a heavy hit on her back, only when she screamed and cried in pain did he realize he just hit his precious wife.

He quickly dropped his golf stick and kneeled beside her with a guilt-filled look in his eyes, he cupped her face with his eyes teary and mouth slightly parted.

"Why did you---?"

"P-Please stop..." she muttered before going into an unconscious state.

This doesn't come as a surprise to him that his mother will use this method to stop him, in fact, he has already gotten used to it but he just couldn't understand why a man who loves his wife so much will treat her son worse than his bastard son from a woman he doesn't love.

"Butler!" he yelled

The butler and the servants had already evacuated the place when they heard him screaming his name cause they already know what is about to happen, the butler followed by some servants quickly rushed in.

Their eyes fell on the unconscious woman but they didn't have any reaction to it, after all, this is not the first time.

They didn't have to ask what they need to do before the butler followed by two servants carried her back to her room while some remained behind to clean the mess.

The chairman shut his eyes to calm his mind then opened them again as he kneeled on one knee beside his son.

"You know what is supposed to happen after this, I should have taken you into the torture room and torture you until you beg," he recounted in a soft but threatening voice, the servants couldn't bear to look at the duo so they looked away from them.

"This time, I will leave it here but if you don't restore the loss caused by the loss of my subsidiaries then you will beg to live," he curled up his lips then stood up to go to his wife but he held his fathers feet.

"W-Why..." he muttered.

"What?"

"Why do you treat me so differently from my step-brother?" he managed to question with the last bit of boldness in him, but the chairman suddenly burst into a peal of hysterical laughter.

He slowly raised his head to look at his father's face but seeing him laugh to the point where he had to hold his stomach shattered his hope.

"You don't deserve to mention your brother's name but it is time you know just what you are...a parasite" he kneeled beside him again and leaned towards his ear.

"You are just the bastard son of a dead man whom I killed with my own hand while your brother is of my blood, the only reason you are still using the surname Chen is because of my love for your mother," he whispered into his ears.

He gasped!

His chest suddenly felt tight....too tight that he clutched it tightly, the misery in his eyes became very evident as tears formed in his eyes.

"So all my hard work to become your heir, a son you can proudly boast of is nothing in your eyes?" he desperately hoped he won't confirm his thought otherwise, it would mean he lost something very important to him and many other things which he gave up just for his father in vain.

But his father clicked his teeth and smiled then he adjusted the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer.

"Of course not, although you are not my blood, as long as you prove yourself to be more capable than your brother who has accomplished more than you then everything I own is yours but I entrusted you with five subsidiaries and you have already lost two, do you still think you are capable?" he looked into his eyes to see if he still has the greedy and ambition filled look in his eyes which he lost a moment again but strangely it came back again.

"I will get it back--no matter what,"

He released his collar and smirked then he walked away.

Without dwelling on his misery, he stood up from the ground and wiped the blood on the corners of his mouth, he limped towards his room under the servant's pitiful eyes.

As soon as he entered, he removed his shirt and stood in front of the large standing mirror in his room, the tear-filled eyes became replaced with a determined and emotionless gaze.

"You are just the bastard son of a dead man whom I killed with my own hand while you brother is of my blood, the only reason you are still using the surname Chen is because of my love for your mother,"

The words replayed in his head.

He threw his fist into the mirror, staining the cracks with his blood.

"Whether or not I am not your son, everything you have is mine, I have endured everything for years so there is no way I am giving up,"

Suddenly he felt someone's arms around his waist, his heart skipped a bit as the touch soothed the anger in his heart.

"Yu Yan," he pronounced thinking and hoping she is the one even though that is just impossible.

"You are still calling her name even in this situation," a sad melancholic voice complained, disappointment overcame him as he realized it is not the woman he wants holding him but he wondered if she witnessed everything that happened.

The hotness of his body warmed hers but her heart ached for him, she wondered if he had to endure such cruel treatment all along but little did she know that is only the tip of the iceberg, she released him from the back hug and traced the wounds on his back with tears forming in her eyes.