Thirty years the river flows east, thirty years it flows west—never look down on the youth in poverty! The son-in-law who entered through the back door shall wash away past humiliations in a single stroke...
"Young master, come home."
"After all, you are father and son. There’s no need for such a scene."
"The master is beside himself with worry since he heard you became a live-in son-in-law. The Lin family is just a small clan in Fengzhou; they’re not worthy of the Hong family, and Lin Shuyu certainly doesn’t deserve you!"
In front of the Twin Star Department Store in Fengzhou, an elderly man with slicked-back hair was urgently pleading.
Hong Yu frowned in impatience, his worn-out bargain clothes a stark contrast to the old man's elegant attire.
"Yes, yes! Everything you say is right!"
"The Hong family's greatness is your business, not mine."
"How many years now? Can't the Hong family change their ways? Do you really think the whole world must revolve around you?" Hong Yu's sarcasm was sharp, the injustice in his heart fueling his anger.
"Young master? Five years ago, when my mother and I knelt at the Hong family gate, you didn’t call me anything like that."
"So what? Now that you’re desperate for an heir, you’re in a hurry? When you called me a bastard back then, those old fossils in the Hong family never expected to face such humiliation, did they?"
Hong Yu sneered, "Your own wife and son—just a few threats from those old relics and you gave up. Hong Gang was never a real man!"
"And you say my mother’s birth was low? To hell with that!"
"The Hong family was a peasant family five generations