Chapter 155: Wanting to Make Amends

Han Dongbei returned to the Castle first, but did not see Ye Caiyue in the living room.

"Where is the Madam?" he asked the household servant.

The servant said, "The Madam is in Dujuan Garden."

Han Dongbei drove the sightseeing vehicle to Dujuan Garden himself.

Upon arriving at Dujuan Garden, he saw Ye Caiyue tending to the azaleas with the Manor's gardener.

This year's azaleas were blooming brilliantly, a vast expanse of vibrant red; Ye Caiyue, still possessing her charm, stood amidst the azaleas, beautiful and tranquil.

"A Yue." Han Dongbei walked over and silently helped Ye Caiyue tend to the azaleas.

Ye Caiyue ignored him, continuing to busy herself with her own tasks.

Han Dongbei knew she was angry.

However, he still had to tell Ye Caiyue the result: "The test report has come out; that child does indeed have a blood relation to me."

Ye Caiyue sneered, "Then I must congratulate you on having a child in your old age."

"A Yue, I dare not claim how innocent I was back then, but the child is indeed mine, and I cannot say I won't acknowledge him. I failed you back then, I failed Yangting, and now that an illegitimate child has appeared, I cannot fail him either."

Ye Caiyue asked, "And so?"

"In terms of material support, I will compensate him. Of course, I will use my own share of money; I will not use yours or Yangting's. In terms of affection... I also want to make up for it somewhat. I saw that child this morning; he is a very good child. His mother passed away early, and it is clear that his maternal grandfather does not treat him very well."

Ye Caiyue sneered, "Then aren't you going to have to run back and forth between two places? Like an emperor in ancient times?"

"A Yue, I dare not beg for your forgiveness anymore. I came back just to speak clearly with you and be honest with you; I cannot hide it from you."

Ye Caiyue said, "I am tired and don't want to listen to you anymore. Go talk to Dad yourself."

At this moment, a breeze blew, and the flower field rippled like waves.

Han Dongbei knew that Ye Caiyue must blame him, and perhaps her heart had drifted even further away from him.

But he could not escape anymore; he wanted to be a man who takes responsibility.

"A Yue, don't worry, I guarantee that the child outside will not affect you, nor will he affect our family. As for Dad, I will talk to him when the time is right."

After speaking, Han Dongbei turned and left the flower field.

Ye Caiyue sat stunned in place for a while, then continued with her work.

Meng Ze sat on a park bench for who knows how long.

When the fifth leaf drifted down onto the bench, he finally hailed a taxi to go home.

Upon returning home, he saw Meng Xinghua carrying a suitcase, preparing to go out.

"Where are you going?" Meng Ze asked.

Meng Xinghua's face was flushed red, glowing with radiance: "Going to stay at a hotel."

"For no reason, why stay at a hotel?" Meng Ze asked.

Meng Xinghua came over and excitedly patted his shoulder: "Do you know how much money I received today? The amount your biological father gave."

"How much?" Meng Ze asked indifferently.

Meng Xinghua held up three fingers.

"Three million?" Meng Ze asked.

"Thirty million," Meng Xinghua said smugly. "It wasn't in vain that I raised you for so many years. But it's also fortunate that your biological father returned; if he hadn't, I might not have gotten this money. A Ze, this money is for me, don't you go thinking about it. Later on, I'll buy a small apartment to live in by myself. Also, I have a lover outside; once I buy the house, I'll bring her over. As for you, you can stay here or ask your biological father for a house, but in any case, don't follow me. After all these years, I've had enough of you."

After speaking, Meng Xinghua picked up the suitcase and left.

Meng Ze put his hands in his pockets and silently watched Meng Xinghua's departing back.

That damn old man.

Thirty million; he had severely underestimated the Han Family's assets.

However, this money was already the most he would ever touch in his life.

Meng Ze was about to enter the house, but as he turned, he saw Han Dongbei.

Because Han Dongbei was used to staying in Africa, even after returning to Beishi, he was not used to dressing formally. Every day he wore a T-shirt and shorts, standing at the entrance of the dilapidated alley, looking quite harmonious.

Han Dongbei smiled at him and asked, "Xiao Ze, can I come into this house and chat with you?"

Meng Ze looked at Han Dongbei for a while.

Ever since he was old enough to understand, he had often wondered what his father would be like. He especially longed to have a father who could stand up for him when he was bullied.

He also envied other children who could ride on their father's shoulders or sit behind their father on a motorcycle.

Yet, this person had never appeared.

"Mom, what does my dad look like?" When he was little, this was the question Meng Ze asked the most.

His mother was named Meng Caiyun, and Meng Caiyun would always say, "Your dad? He is very handsome and tall. When you grow up, you will know what he looks like; you look exactly like him."

However, when he truly saw his father, his father was already old.

Meng Ze went into the house on his own, but he did not close the door after entering, so Han Dongbei quickly followed him in.

Once in the courtyard, Meng Ze moved a stool out and silently placed it in front of Han Dongbei, signaling for him to sit there.

Han Dongbei sat down.

Meng Ze went into the living room and glanced at the jar where he kept his pocket money; all the money inside had been taken by Meng Xinghua.

He went to open the old refrigerator, but there was nothing inside either.

So he opened his phone to order takeout.

Seeing Han Dongbei sitting outside, he ordered two portions.

Afterwards, he poured a glass of water and went out to hand it to Han Dongbei.

Han Dongbei took the water and said, "Thank you, Xiao Ze."

"You're welcome." Meng Ze also took a small bench and sat down, then asked Han Dongbei, "What did you come to find me for?"

Han Dongbei said, "Just... chatting."

The more Han Dongbei looked at Meng Ze, the more he felt he resembled himself when he was young; the more he looked, the more affectionate he felt.

"Then chat away," Meng Ze said.

Han Dongbei examined this small courtyard for a moment and said, "Is this where you grew up?"

"Yes."

"Your mother never would say, who is your father?"

"She never mentioned you, not until she died."

"Then do you hate your father?"

Meng Ze asked in return, "Did you never know of my existence?"

"Of course I didn't know. Your mother and I got along well back then, just ordinary friends, but I didn't know that she, after I was drunk... of course, I can't blame her entirely, but I really can't remember a thing."

Meng Ze said, "This matter was my mother's fault, which is why she didn't have the face to look for you all these years."

Hearing these words from Meng Ze, Han Dongbei was instead moved.

"A Ze, when I was young, I was a very muddled person. I even once abandoned my wife and child to go to Africa, and once I went, it was for many years. I fulfilled my dreams in Africa, but I failed to fulfill my responsibilities to my family. So, I want to make up for everything I should have, including you. Can you give me this chance?"

Even the cynical Meng Ze felt moved in his heart after hearing this sentence.

But he said frankly, "I haven't had a father since I was small. Now that I've grown up and can take care of myself, I have even less need for any father, so you don't need to feel guilty."