My Alleged Husband-Chapter 905 - 830_8

In many families, everyone hopes to bear the pain themselves so their loved ones won’t suffer even slightly. But you, you’re the complete opposite. For the sake of living a happy life, you chose to hurt your family. In your eyes, family means absolutely nothing. You hurt your family, but to you, it doesn’t matter—family is something you can keep or toss whenever you feel like it. When you want to come back, you put on a pitiful act and beg for forgiveness, but when you don’t want them anymore, you just pat your backside and walk away, abandoning everyone. Maybe that’s your ultimate goal. Have you ever considered the pain and devastation you’re causing your family with your actions? You’ve never even thought about it because you have no way to resolve this kind of damage. If, one day, you truly reflect on the hurt you’ve inflicted on your father, you’ll understand how deeply I ache inside. Watching Grandpa suffer from the harm you’ve caused and being powerless to help—do you know how utterly helpless that feels? You’ll never be able to comprehend the depth of my pain. I truly don’t understand—are you really my father or my enemy? If you’re my enemy, I might willingly accept it. But you’re my parents. It’s because you’re my parents that you chose to hurt me in this way, and that’s the one thing I can’t ever understand or tolerate in this lifetime. If time could really go back two years, I would give up everything just to stop you from coming back to this house. Not just two years—even just a few months—I wouldn’t let these things happen here. At the very least, Grandpa wouldn’t be living such a painful life now. He could still smile happily and brightly. Seeing Grandpa’s smile is the most important thing to me. I can disregard everything else, but I can’t overlook Grandpa’s smile!"

"Child, I know that no matter what I say now, you simply can’t understand it. You think everything just brings you pain. Don’t talk about these things anymore; just share your past with me. Let me learn more about you."

Zhang Yichen didn’t intend to help his father. He felt that his past school experiences and such should be shared with his father, to let him understand and know how he got through it all.

"Since you’re so keen to know, I’ll tell you about it. Back then, I once thought of myself as a genius—but an unlucky genius at that. If I wasn’t an unlucky genius, then I’d be nothing but a joke. As it’s said, immature people die heroically for a great cause, while mature people live humbly for a great cause. Actually, if you replace ’cause’ with ’love,’ it still works. Back then, I was wholeheartedly in love with someone. They made me put love aside, and I said, let love go to hell—I’ll live humbly instead. At that time, one of my classmates was running a ’love marathon’ with a girl. Even now, their relationship hasn’t been confirmed, but the guy is so insistent. He said that the apples you can’t reach are always the best ones, so every night after self-study, he’d go stand by the hallway, posing like a ’wind-swept statue of longing.’ Back then, my classmates always said I lacked ambition, but to have ambition, you first needed someone to chase, no? I always believed there weren’t any outstanding beauties in our school. Then, one time, a classmate took me to see someone he called a beauty, and it turned out that everyone agreed—she really was beautiful.

I never tell lies. After pulling all-nighters for a week, finishing an entire practice book, and downing a whole 200-gram bottle of Nestlé coffee, I still made no progress in math. That was when I proudly announced my break-up with math; I declared, let math do whatever it pleases—I’m sticking to my stance. But right after my fallout with math, I scored exceptionally high on my math test, nearly a perfect mark. Even now, I vividly remember the scene of going to the podium to pick up the test paper. On the papers, the highest scores were usually on top, and the lowest at the bottom. My usual habit was to separate the pile in the middle and work my way backward, but this time, as I flipped through, I didn’t find my name among the last few. I didn’t even see it when I got close to the bottom. I was preparing myself mentally—I couldn’t be last, I absolutely couldn’t be last. And I wasn’t. The final paper wasn’t mine. But then, where was mine? Just as I was wondering, I noticed my name boldly displayed on the very top sheet. It turned out that math is a coward—it bullies the weak and fears the strong."