C27 You Have Nothing to Do with the Xi Family

Yuan Sufei couldn't help but feel a twinge of pain in her heart. What a sin. A good family was now like an enemy. "Mu Qiao …"

"Mom, don't say anymore. He was no longer my father when he did that. "Among my family members, there's only Grandma, you, and Little Yan."

Yuan Sufei wiped away the tears on her face, looking at her son's cold and handsome face, she could only sigh. Her son had grown up, and now he had his own thoughts. Moreover, the choice they had made back then had truly broken their hearts.

The sound of cursing came from the stairs as a thin but tall middle-aged man came down with a few pieces of jewelry and Yuan Sufei's wallet.

"Dammit, it's only this little bit of money. Yuan Sufei, quickly tell me, where did you hide the money Mu Qiao gave you?"

Xi Li Li walked down the stairs and looked up to see Xi Mu Qiao who was squatting in front of Yuan Su Fei. He was startled for a moment, then his expression became extremely angry as he pointed at Yuan Su Fei and scolded, "You were the one who called Mu Qiao to come back? You are provoking the feelings of father and son! "You bitch, how could you be so scheming?"

Faced with Yuan Sufei's criticism, she did not say anything. It was useless to say anything, so why waste her breath?

Xi Muqiao slowly stood up and raised his gaze. His gaze was sharp like a sword as he pointed straight at the man, "Mr. Xi, please show some respect and look carefully at where you are!" Furthermore, we already don't have any feelings for father and son.

"Mu Qiao, how can you talk to me like that? I am your father, and this is also my home. " Xi Li said.

Xi Muqiao scoffed and put his hands in his pockets. He then took two steps forward and swept his gaze over the crowd with a cold expression and said in a low voice, "Are you sure this is still your house? How do I remember that Grandmother chased you out and forbade you from coming back? "

He knew what Xi Muqiao meant by those words. His old face immediately flushed red and his eyes darted around, not daring to meet Xi Muqiao's dark gaze. "Muqiao, father didn't have a choice back then."

Xi Muqiao sneered, "What a good 'no choice'. Do you have no choice, or is there only one choice in your heart?"

Faced with the confrontation between the father and son, Yuan Sufei did not seem to be able to interfere at all. This was not something she could handle, as for the journey to the banquet, she had already completely given up on it.

After a long while, the sound of people stuttering came from the distance. Their faces were full of shame. Mu Qiao, can you give Dad some money? You know that I still have your little sister to raise. "

His thin lips parted, revealing an extremely mocking smile, as if he had heard something funny. "Little sister? "Hehe, my sister eats and drinks and has fun. She is living a very comfortable life, so there's no need for you to raise her!"

"You know, I'm not talking about Little Yan." Xi Li rubbed his hands together, his expression extremely unnatural.

"The Xi Family only has one daughter, and I, Xi Mubai, only have one sister, and my mother gave birth to both of us." "Mr. Xi, tell me, where did my other sister come from?"

"Mu Qiao, dad came back to find you because he was really in a desperate situation."

Mubai Qiao gave a cold snort. It sounded like she was laughing, but at the same time, she didn't seem to be laughing at all. His deep gaze locked onto the middle-aged man who had a fawning look on his face. He was expressionless, but his hands were tightly clenched in his pockets.

"There's no other way? Did you forget who forced us to the corner? You abandoned your wife and son for a woman, even if it means you have to sacrifice my and Little Yan's lives, you still have to use that five million to save your illegitimate daughter.

The veins on her neck bulged and her eyes reddened. She said word by word while grinding her teeth, "You will never know how much I hate you the moment you turn around with the money."

He still vividly remembered the past. Fourteen years had passed, but that scar had still not healed. Every time he touched it, blood would drip out of his wounds, affecting his internal organs and causing him to twitch in pain.

When Yuan Sufei heard her son's accusation, she couldn't help but tear up. She raised her hand to cover her eyes, but the tears still flowed out from between her fingers. After all these years, her son had never mentioned this again, but she knew that the pain in his heart never stopped.

When the police brought Little Yan and him back, the youth who loved to laugh since childhood tore up all the photos of the family's seating arrangements and hid in the attic. For three whole days, no one would knock on the door.

When he came out on his own, he was so dead that he frightened her and the old lady.

The old lady had also contacted the psychiatrist herself, and it took Simujo more than half a year to recover from his treatment. However, after a period of depression, she was so frightened that she thought her son was suffering from depression.

Seeing the hatred in Xi Muqiao's eyes, and the injuries in Yuan Sufei's eyes, Xi Li was at a loss of what to do. The gritting words of Xi Muqiao were like sharp knives stabbing into his heart, causing his face to turn pale and his body to sway twice. He didn't know that they hated him so much.

"I have 5 million on this card. I'll give you two choices: cut off all connections with that woman. Either take the money and leave, and don't enter the Xi Family again, or don't let me see you again." Simujo took out a bank card and fiddled with it. His face was composed, but his hands were wet.

He was betting. In his heart, during the journey to the banquet, he was betting whether Little San and his illegitimate daughter were more important, or he and Little Yan were more important. He was betting for the last time.

The last trace of blood on Xi Li's face disappeared. He did not want to give up on either side, but Mu Qiao's current attitude forced him to make a choice.

Seeing Xi Mu Qiao's erratic gaze, Xi Mu Qiao's fingers clenched tightly as he held the bank card. His palm was hurting and so was his heart.

The entire living room was silent. It seemed like a long time had passed, and when the throbbing in Simujo's lungs started due to lack of oxygen, the sound of the journey finally rang out. "I choose the money."

His eyes were full of ridicule and despair, and his voice was barely audible, "From now on, you have nothing to do with the Xi Family. Don't let me see you again!"

He saw the despair in Xi Muqiao's eyes, and that look made him feel a twinge of pain.

"Go away, don't let Grandma see you." Mumu Qiao's eyes were low and deep, covering the deep red of her eyes.

"Mu Qiao, daddy has let you and Little Yan down." Shivering, Xi Li took the bank card. As he turned around, his back bent a few degrees.

Xi Muqiao remained silent, expressionlessly watching him disappear at the gate of the Xi Family mansion. The corners of his eyes were wet with tears. In the end, he still gave up on Little Yan and him for the sake of that woman's child.

Just like fourteen years ago, the same people, the same five million, the same choices.