The atmosphere in the study was tense, Leng Liewei's fingers were tapping forcefully on the table, "I need an explanation."
Leng Yichen was expressionless, "She is my wife, I love her."
Leng Liewei's gaze was intense as he looked at Leng Yichen, "You didn't even tell me about such a big thing as getting married. Do you even consider me your father!"
Leng Yichen looked at his father and suddenly laughed, though the laugh carried a hint of sarcasm, "Then you didn't tell me about remarrying a young bride, didn't that mean you don't treat me as your son either?"
This was how the father and son, who hadn't seen each other for years, conversed upon meeting again, with topics entirely unrelated to familial affection.
Leng Yichen frowned slightly and said coldly, "Bai Yiran is my wife. If you can accept her, everyone will be happy. If you don't accept her, it doesn't matter. After all, she married me, and essentially, it has nothing to do with any of you!"
