"Yes, but I regret it, I should stop it until then!"

"You can't stop it."

The old man slowly squatted down, Uncle Feng came over with an umbrella. Seeing that his body was wet, he quickly supported the umbrella to the top of his head.

The old man looked at Ling Shaocheng at the same time, and his eyes seemed to be looking at a stranger.

Is this really his grandson?

Is Ling Shaocheng really the restrained, calm, ruthless, and never merciless?

How could he be so stubborn?

He has never been so embarrassed to kneel down to him in front of others. Everyone knows that the two masters of the Ling family are noble and proud, one is arrogant and domineering, and the other is sinister and unfaithful. But what about now?

"Why can't I stop it?" The old man was so cold, his tone was also cold.

"Unless you want my life."

The old man gasped, "Are you threatening me?"

"Grandpa, you are threatening me."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was just drizzling, but in the end the raindrops became bigger. Although Mingyue held an umbrella, he could only watch Ling Shaocheng's back was wet and his legs were wet. He knelt down anxiously.

"Old man, the lady is Mr. Ling's life. If there is a way, I will definitely pull them away. I can't bear to see Mr. Ling torture this way, but there is no way, don't force him."

Mr. Ling had a cold face throughout the whole process. The biggest injury he suffered in his life was to break his eldest son.

In his best years, he was stabbed to death by the closest people around him, and he didn't even have a chance to rescue him. He devoted all his energy to this son, knowing that he had the ability and talent to take over the heavy responsibilities, but once he was in a state of great destruction.

He never expected that his grandson would repeat the same mistake now. He felt extremely heartbroken when he saw it. Even though he knew that doing so would be like exposing Ling Shaocheng's skin, he could not let it go.

If you peel it, you can still grow up, but you will live a life even if you don’t.

If Ling Nuanqing is not eliminated, his grandson's life will probably be explained to this woman.

The old man is so kind that he can't listen to others' words.

"Listen, you want to save her life, you can."

Ling Shaocheng's eyelids moved, but the rain washed his face and he couldn't open his eyes completely.

"I have already comforted Xi Yu. You will go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow morning."

The umbrella in Mingyue's hand shook, and the raindrops fell down the umbrella bones, and some fell into Ling Shaocheng's neck. His slender neck was frozen even more pale.

"What did you say?"

"Tomorrow morning, you and Xi Yu go to the Civil Affairs Bureau."

Ling Shaocheng narrowed his eyes lightly, as if he couldn't see clearly what he looked like with his predecessors. Is he going to marry another woman?

One Ni Lei is not enough, now another one comes.

But when he agreed to marry Ni Lei, no one pressed his head, but he didn't want to have a second time.

At that time, what is Ling Nuanqing?

She has not forgiven her yet because she hurt her five years ago, and he doesn't want to lose her forever.

"Grandpa, I can agree to anything besides this request."

"Boss, I told you that this is not a transaction, it is you who need to compromise with me. Which is more important than Ling Nuanqing's life and your marriage?"

The old man had been squatting for a long time, and his legs were sore. Uncle Feng helped him and pulled him up. His eyes were lowered toward Ling Shaocheng's head.

He also wanted to reach out to touch him, nor did he want to force him into a difficult situation, but he had no choice.

"Boss, think about it..."

"I don't want to, I won't agree."

"Okay." The old man closed his eyes and explained to Uncle Feng next to him, "Call him a phone tomorrow and make a good coffin. The girl has the surname Ling at least. Don't treat her badly when she leaves."

This sentence swept away the cold wind sharply. When it hit it, Ling Shaocheng could not avoid it and was hit by a single blow. His chest seemed to be cut open, and the sweet and fishy smell almost rushed out of his throat.

He wanted to say no, no, who dares!

But he couldn't speak, so he could only breathe heavily, and a faint darkness flashed in front of his eyes.

Mr. Ling gritted his teeth, "If you want to kneel down, just kneel down!"

He turned around and wanted to leave, but Ling Shaocheng couldn't speak, but he was anxious and sad. He pressed his knees against the ground and the sewage on the lawn soaked Ling Shaocheng's two trouser legs.

He went forward completely without hesitation, pressing his knees against the hard pebbles. Mingyue felt pain when he saw it. He got up and ran over to pull him up. "Mr. Ling, don't do this."

Ling Shaocheng pushed him away, and he used his knees instead of his feet, knelt down to the old man, and grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Ling Shaocheng shouted two words with difficulty. "Grandpa."

"What I decided will not change, you should think carefully about it yourself."

The umbrella in Mingyue's hand fell off and he lay alone beside him. In just a few seconds, a lot of water accumulated, and dripping into it, like tears in tears.

"I won't agree."

"If you don't agree, just collect her body."

Old Master Ling pushed Ling Shaocheng's hand away.

"Then wait until I finish collecting her body, you can help me with the funeral."

Uncle Feng jumped in the center of his eyebrows and couldn't help but glance at the old man next to him.

There was a pain in his eyes, but his mouth was still cold. "Don't forget that you have a pair of children, which was born to you by Ling Nuanqing to death. OK, you will leave and I will raise two children!"

He hit Ling Shaocheng's scabbed old wound with a stick, and watched the wound be torn open again, ulcerated, pus, and was in pain.

The old man continued to say, "How about losing his parents since he was a child? No one knows better than you? When you were a child, did you feel good when you watched your uncle and aunt come over with Chengxian and Nozai? Do you want your son and daughter to suffer the same kind of pain as you?"

Ling Shaocheng was as dreamy as he was, and Ming Yue's eyes began to turn red. He saw Mr. Ling kneeling like this.

He could not see any humility, nor could he see the posture of falling into the dust. He could only see grief, despair, and helplessness.

Ling Shaocheng didn't even dare to try it. What if Ling Nuanqing was not in the hands of the old man?

Uncle Feng's throat rolled lightly, and his emotions fluctuated. "Old man relieves the fire. It's such a cold day, let Mr. Ling enter the house?"

Who will not feel sorry for watching it?

The old man's heart was as if he was shaking, and he reached out his hand tremblingly, touching his face.

His face was cold, just like frozen ice cubes in the lake. Only then did he see clearly the earrings on Ling Shaocheng's ears. He was a little surprised and angry. "You——"

Why did you become so different from yourself?
Chapter completed!