Chapter 973
Chapter 973: Chapter 957 You Are Worthless Chapter 973: Chapter 957 You Are Worthless He asked tentatively and with great care, all the while praying fervently in his heart that it was not that incident, please not that incident.
The hand he kept under the table was gripping his trousers so tightly, he was nearly about to tear a strip off them.
When Wang Zitan looked up, Gao Peng couldn’t help but feel a tingling on his scalp, the color drained from his face in an instant, and the awkward smile that hung there became frozen in place.
Wang Zitan couldn’t even begin to imagine how this reckless and brainless man managed to kidnap his son.
He pulled out a photo from his pocket and placed it on the table.
It was a photo of Douzi, who was dark and skinny as a child and so ugly that he was known as the ugliest child born in the Beijing General Hospital.
People wanted to throw him away because of his ugliness, but as he grew older, he became more and more adorable.
Although not as beautiful as the two children from the Gu Family from childhood to adulthood, Douzi was also an extremely cute baby.
The Douzi in the photo, in fact, just casually taken, had big eyes, a small face, and chubby, anyone who saw him would want to give him a pinch, anyone who saw him would want to take him away.
“Recognize him?”
Wang Zitan asked Gao Peng, and when the photo was thrown out, Gao Peng’s face couldn’t regain its color for a long time.
He wanted to say he didn’t recognize him, but how could that be possible?
He picked up the photo, wanting to laugh, but couldn’t, wanting to cry, but there was nowhere to cry.
Wang Zitan placed his hands on the table, speak.
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Gao Peng opened his mouth as if it was stuck with something, he, couldn’t speak.
“The old lady at home brought him back,” he said hoarsely, “she always knew she had a granddaughter and a great-granddaughter, just missed children, but when she knew she couldn’t get them back, her mental health started to suffer.
We could have gone to the hospital, but she’s old, and I don’t want to put her through any more treatments.” He couldn’t let his own mother, at her old age, suffer in a mental hospital, where even those without ailments could end up mad.
“How did you come up with the idea to send the child back?”
Wang Zitan asked again, and of course, he didn’t doubt what Zhang Peng said, for he had checked, and the incident was indeed done by old Madam Gao, and Gao Peng had not lied about this.
“What else to do but send him back?”
Gao Peng held the photo, looking at the chubby child with a lovely little face, “I also want a grandson, but looking at our family’s situation now, the old are old, the sick are sick, the disabled are disabled, and my factory has never really taken off.
Continuing like this, we’ll just barely scrape by with food and clothing.”
What prospects could there be for anyone growing up in their household?
It was better to let the child return home, where he could receive a better education and have a better life.
Besides, the child wasn’t without parents, grandparents, or even lack of external family, so what was the need for them, the outsiders?
As long as he knew the Gao Family’s lineage hadn’t ended, no matter where they were or whether they recognized it or not, that was still their Gao Family root, the continuation of their family lineage.
“You tell me what you want,”
Gao Peng had thrown caution to the wind since matters had reached this point and his secret was out.
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He knew there was no escaping it.
“Let me go back first to make arrangements for my parents,” he said, “whether it’s a few years in prison, it doesn’t matter to me now.
I want to send my parents to a nursing home, just hoping that their twilight years can be a little better, and the truth is, they don’t have many years left.”
Wang Zitan picked up the cup from the table, which contained only plain boiled water.
He didn’t drink any colored beverages; plain water was cleaner and more conducive to clarity of mind and vision, so as not to cloud one’s true nature with unnecessary colors.
And at that moment, Gao Peng was already resigned to his fate, of course, having made all the necessary preparations.
He might get locked up—truth be told, he should have been locked up years ago, but he was lucky; that person had let him off the hook.
But now, all the things he had done seemed inescapable.
Wang Zitan gently traced the edge of the cup with the pad of his finger.
And his silence only made Gao Peng’s heart grow even tenser, the beating becoming more irregular.
He truly resigned himself to his fate.
He was preparing to go back and make arrangements, but why did it feel as though he was preparing for battle, as if he needed to get his affairs in order just in case?
Yet, clearly, he was still alive, he was still free.
“How’s your factory doing?”
Wang Zitan put down his glass, and then he asked again, but this question had nothing to do with the child—not a cent’s worth of relevance.
“It’s okay,” Gao Peng said with a bittersweet smile, “it has shrunk a lot.
Now there are only a few workers left, but compared to the average household it’s still better.
It can still keep going.”
He had his father and mother to take care of, and obligations that were not yet fulfilled.
Once his parents were gone, he really didn’t know how he would get through the days to come.
Maybe he would just take it one day at a time, live another day as it comes and when he could no longer go on, then it would be time to die.
Death would be the end of it all; life was just such a matter.
Thinking about it, that was just how it would be.
He didn’t ask for anything.
He didn’t want to ask for anything.
Wang Zitan opened his briefcase, took out an item, and placed it on the table.
It was a card, which he then pushed across the table towards Gao Peng.
It was a bank card.
“The PIN is six ones, and there’s half a million inside.”
Gao Peng didn’t understand, and, naturally, he didn’t touch the card.
“Why are you giving this to me?”
He wasn’t being sent to jail, but the person who was being sent away also giving him money—what for?
These things, frankly, he deserved, it was his retribution.
Even if he really went to prison, he wouldn’t blame anyone.
“This can make your life a bit easier and earn enough to support your family’s future living expenses.”
Wang Zitan then crossed his legs in front of the table.
The future.
Gao Peng swallowed hard.
Was that what it meant?
Was it what he thought it meant?
“You mean, are you letting me off?”
He asked tentatively.
If it wasn’t letting him off, then was this money to buy his life?
“What else did you think?”
Wang Zitan sneered, “What else do you think your life is worth?
Half a million?”
Gao Peng didn’t speak, but his face was an unsightly shade of shame.
“To me, you’re worth nothing.”
Wang Zitan spoke indifferently, his words laced with barbs.
“Then…
why are you giving me money?”