Chapter 95 - It Was His Fault

Mo Roulan sat there in front of Cheng Yang. Her eyes filled with shock looked at her blank and empty eyes.

"W..what are you saying, Cheng Yang?"

It was visible that how shocked she was after hearing Cheng Yang's words because she was even stumbling with her words.

Cheng Yang didn't say anything but looked down at the violin in his hands. He was caressing its strings.

When Mo Roulan was about to call him again she heard him saying in a low voice.

"That evening, Dad took me with him saying that he would teach me how to drive the car."

His empty stared at the string was so lost as if he was seeing everything in front of his eyes.

"He taught me for an hour and I became very excited with the passing time. I thought that I had learned and could drive it by myself at that time. So I insisted that I would drive the car."

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'Dad, please let me drive now. I'll be careful. Promise.'

Mr. Cheng smiled helplessly and in the end got out of the car. It was very rare for his son to ask something from him so how could he deny him now.

With a cheerful shout, Cheng Yang shifted to the driver's seat while Mr. Cheng shook his head with a chuckle seeing his son's behavior.

He touched the steering wheel and then started the car. Gripping it firmly with excitement in his eyes, he drove the car smoothly.   

Ten minutes later, Cheng Yang was smiling widely.

'Look, Dad, I have learned it now.'

Mr. Cheng patted his son's shoulder and said

'Well, you're my son, after all, so you will catch everything very easily.'

Cheng Yang just rolled his eyes and said

'Yeah…just like how you caught mother.'

At his words, Cheng Yang heard his father's sigh.

'That's was also very difficult, young man.'

Mr. Cheng's eyes had a dreamy look as if he was remembering those days he had started pursuing his wife.

'Your mother was very indifferent towards my popularity of being a singer. I was devastated when she told me that she would only marry a businessman.'

Although Cheng Yang had heard this story many times before, he still cooperated with his nostalgic father and asked

'Why did she say that?'

Mr. Cheng smiled and said

'Your mother has always wanted to become a businesswoman but your mother's father was partial. He gave everything to your uncle so your mother said that if her husband was a businessman then she would happily work in his company.'

'Oh…so what did you do?'

Cheng Yang asked as he drove the car further.

'I? I built the large company for her in six months and then proposed to her again. This time, she fortunately agreed.'

'She was so hardworking, so confident. You know…your mother made the company so successful that in two years or company was in top ten companies of China.'

'Then?'

Mr. Cheng came out of his trance and looked at his son with narrowed eyes.

"Then? Then came you.'

Cheng Yang laughed hearing his father and turned to look at him as Mr. Cheng continued

"Before you, at least I was her priority after her company but after you came, she started loving you more than me….humph…I even doubt that she loves you more than Cheng family business.'

Cheng Yang was so busy seeing his father's funny antics that he didn't notice the coming truck towards the car.

It was only when he turned his head again with a smile on his lips he noticed the truck that was about to collide with the car.

'Cheng Yang, be careful.'

He heard his father's shout.

His eyes widened and he suddenly rotated the steering wheel. 

He didn't where the car collided but the collision was very hard.

His mind was blank as the car turned around he felt his head hitting something. It was only a few moments later, Cheng Yang opened his eyes but he felt everything blurry in front of him.

When everything that happened before came rushing into his mind, he whispered

'Dad'

A whole minute later when his eyes were about to close again, Cheng Yang heard a small whisper

'Cheng Yang.'

This time, Cheng Yang opened his eyes swiftly.

'Dad.'

He saw that the car was turned around and his head was hanging down. Intense pain in his head made him frown but he forgot everything when his eyes suddenly caught the bloody figure next to him.

'Dad'

Cheng Yang shouted with whatever strength was left in him.

'Cheng Yang.'

Mr. Cheng opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at his son. However, Cheng Yang was looking somewhere else.   

The glass from the window was piercing his father's stomach. He could even see the red blood trickling down from his father's stomach to his head and then to the ground.

A puddle of red blood has already formed there.

His eyes went red and teary at this sight.

'Dad.'

Cheng Yang sobbed.

'Cheng Yang…look at me.'

Cheng Yang raised his head to look at his father and said immediately.

'Dad, I'll do something, okay? Just don't move and don't close your eyes.'

However, Mr. Cheng said

'There ..is no time ..now.' 

But Cheng Yang didn't listen to him and tried to move a little. However, he found himself completely pressed under the car weight.

His tears streamed down when Cheng Yang realized that he really couldn't do anything.

Mr. Cheng was already feeling very weak now. Seeing his son's tears, he forced a smile and said

'Cheng Yang, look at dad.'

With teary eyes, Cheng Yang looked at his father.

'Take care of your mother.'

His words made Cheng Yang's heart more scared and he mumbled.

'It's my fault, dad.'

That's what Mr. Cheng was the most afraid of.

'It's not …your fault, Cheng Yang. Dad did….'

The sentence was left incomplete as Mr. Cheng closed his eyes after that while Cheng Yang continued to murmur

'It's my fault…it's my fault…."

And soon he also lost his consciousness.