What's wrong with this lawyer?!

Already in intense pain, his son was ceaselessly yelling at him, and coupled with his own overwhelming guilt, Ding Deshui's mind twisted even further.

If not for Tang Fangjing, he wouldn't have gone to prison, and his son would have smoothly passed the civil service exam, and their entire family would have led a harmonious and happy life.

But now, his own days were numbered, his son had no future, everything was gone, and suddenly everything about him had been destroyed.

Ding Deshui was dwelling on these thoughts when his wife couldn't hold back anymore.

"Yong Qiang, please stop talking, okay? Everything your dad did was for you, wasn't it?"

"You wanted a car for college, said you wanted to travel the whole country, then after graduation, you talked about studying abroad. You ended up coming back, saying you wanted to take the civil service exam, and it's been five years of renting in The Capital,

"Look at what you're wearing now, what you're using, all branded items. Tell me, where does this money come from?"

Ding Deshui's wife was truly heartbroken at this point, having given their son whatever money he wanted from childhood till now--and how much he wanted, they gave. Yet now, with his father's days numbered, her son was still yelling!

On the other side, Ding Yongqiang was stunned into silence upon hearing this. He who had been interrogating Ding Deshui incessantly was now suddenly speechless.

He himself seemed to have lived more comfortably than his peers. In college, if he wanted a car, he got a car; if he wanted to travel or study abroad, he did; and even the civil service exam was fully financed by his family.

Before this, he had never considered where the family money came from. Each time he ran out, all he had to do was say the word, and the money would be sent over...

"All this was scrapped together by your dad for you. Now that he is dying, this is how you talk to him? You question him?" Ding Deshui's wife, with tears streaming down her face, yelled out.

Ding Yongqiang, face ashen with anger, couldn't say a word. On one hand, he felt it was all because of his dad that he hadn't 'made it', yet on the other, he knew he couldn't have had his current lifestyle without his dad.

He felt aggrieved, yet didn't know what to do. He wanted to curse someone out madly, but didn't know who to blame.

Amidst intense emotional turmoil, Ding Yongqiang suddenly laughed, a laugh riddled with foolishness: "Hey, I passed, I passed, hehe..."

After laughing, he cried again: "I didn't make it, I didn't make it..."

"Hehe, I passed..."

So he went outside, alternating between laughing and crying. Ding Deshui's wife hurriedly tried to pull him back, but Ding Yongqiang acted as if he didn't recognize her, starting to cry loudly: "Why are you pulling me? I want to go home, I want to find my parents, I want to tell them I passed... Hehe, passed."

Seeing this, Ding Deshui was in agony, tears unwittingly rolling down his cheeks. It was, after all, fate, but why was fate so cruel and unfair to him!

Before, his life had been destroyed by Tang Fangjing, and now, his family, his son too, had been destroyed.

Tang Fangjing, right? Late-stage cancer, huh? Others might fear you, but I don't. Is it not just a game of life and death?

You won't let me live well, so I won't let you live well either! Explore new worlds at My Virtual Library Empire

Ding Deshui had made up his mind, recalling the scene where Tang Fangjing had faced his threats nonchalantly saying punches wouldn't be enough to kill him, and that next time he should remember to bring a knife or upgrade his equipment.

Fine, that's what you said!

Ding Deshui had already thought of the homemade gun left at home. Previously used for hunting birds, it was supposed to be turned in during a gun collection drive, but his father had kept it hidden at home...

Meanwhile, at a hotel on the other side of Changlu County, Old Tang hung up the phone. He was chatting with an online friend known as "Warm Tea with Boiling Wine."

He had assumed that the other party would be difficult to meet, but to his surprise, they hit it off easily online, and it seemed like they greatly admired him, keeping up with all his ideas as if they were a like-minded individual.

This left Old Tang somewhat confused. Could he have been wrong in his assessment?

However, the emotions from the other party when previously cursing and provoking him online seemed genuine...

Unable to wrap his head around it, he decided not to dwell on it. He'd find out when he met them face to face tomorrow.