Cheng Yu snorted dismissively, his instinct was to jab at him, so he said sharply, “Now you’re resolute, but what were you doing before? You didn’t want it when it was offered to you, and now she’s got someone powerful by her side. Even if you go to great lengths for her, even risking yourself as bait, she won’t appreciate it.” Song Li smiled with even less concern, “So what? I just want to do something. Whether she appreciates it or not is none of my concern.” Cheng Yu saw the faint, almost martyr-like smile on Song Li’s face, and a surge of bitterness and envy washed over him. He took a long drag on his cigarette, then said slowly, “Li, do you know how much I envy you? It’s not just envy; it’s jealousy, to the point of madness.” Song Li nodded, murmuring almost inaudibly, “I know.”
Cheng Yu stared at him fiercely, suddenly overwhelmed with rage, growling through gritted teeth, “Why the hell didn’t you cherish her properly? You plotted against her with such cunning, yet she still thinks of bearing your child. If it were me, to hell with stocks or the new Song Corporation, I’d focus on my wife and child. But you, with your determination and resolve, you forced her to terminate the pregnancy even though you were moved by it. No wonder you could rise from the ruthless Song family. I really admire you to the ground!” Song Li took a slow drag on his cigarette, a half-smile on his face, “I admire myself too, so much so that I wish I could shoot myself when I think about it.” He looked up at Cheng Yu, the smile on his lips now cold, “A child? I truly have the ability, don’t I? The child of me and Xiaofu, with our blood flowing in its veins, was destroyed by my own hands. I’ll never get Xiaofu’s forgiveness in this life. She will hate me forever because of this child.”
