But his hand was clenched so tightly that it was white and spasming, practically breaking the bouquet.

"Child..." the Old Madam Jun looked at him with a heartache.

Has the child been listening to such brutal words from his own father?

Without even glancing at Third Young Master Jun, Jun Shi coldly said, "Who in the business world doesn’t know that you’re an illegitimate child, a stain on the Jun Family? Moreover, your reputation isn’t great, being said to be a no-good playboy. Do you think that’s a glory to the Jun Family?"

Third Young Master Jun stiffened all over, his hands clenching even tighter.

Thorns from the flower branch instantly pierced his flesh. This type of prickling pain made his body start to shake uncontrollably.

"Hahaha, Dad, you talk as if I’m not your illegitimate child. If I’m a stain, isn’t that stain created by you? Don’t you bear any responsibility for it?" His sarcastic laughter couldn’t suppress the surging fury and pain in his heart.

"For you, I indeed bear no responsibility."

"Enough!" Jun Guanru stopped them in anger, his chest heaving. "Do you want to anger your mother and grandmother to death? All of you get out!"

"I’m sorry, Mom, I’ll come visit you another time." Jun Shi greeted the Old Madam Jun and turned to leave.

Third Young Master Jun turned to look at the Old Madam, trying hard to look nonchalant so she wouldn’t worry. But it was still hard to suppress the deep-rooted pain of being publicly humiliated by his own father.

"Grandma, I’m sorry, I’m leaving too."

He didn’t want anyone to see him this vulnerable and hurt. It felt as if all his pride and arrogance had been stripped away.

"Child, don’t hate your father..." Old Madam Jun cried miserably.

Third Young Master Jun used his hand to wipe her tears, giving a detached smile:

"Grandma, don’t cry. Look, I’m not sad, so why should you be? It’s just that the beautiful lies you told me as a child have been shattered. You once told me that he didn’t love me because he was too busy, without time to care for me. In reality, when I was abroad, the letters he had written to me, the gifts he had sent, those were all faked by you, right?"

"I’m sorry..." Old Madam Jun’s grief intensified, She only wanted this child to grow up feeling loved by his father.

Who would have thought that revealing the truth would cause even more pain for him?

"Now I finally understand that he indeed doesn’t love me. Haha, my father looks down on me. He has always despised me, this stain!"

...

After settling some affairs, Ye Lu got some rest. She had been quite tired these past few days.

She needed to rest properly, so that her bones could heal faster. There was still a big battle ahead, so she needed to save up her strength.

Deep in sleep, she was abruptly pulled into someone’s arms and fervently kissed; an intense storm of kisses fell onto her lips. Her whole body was held tightly, pinned under a man’s heavy weight.

It was Third Young Master Jun; his scent was what she knew best.

Ye Lu woke up startled, confused.

What was he up to now, being so rough? She was injured. Couldn’t he be gentler? He was squeezing her so tightly that she couldn’t breathe.

His frenzied kisses hurt her lips. He was so forceful, like a maddened, wounded lion.

She pushed him hard, and he finally let her take a breath. But before she could fully recover, her clothing was removed and his head was buried in her neck, kissing her intensely.

Ye Lu had never seen him like this before. His face was hidden from her, but she could sense a violent and heavy sadness emanating from him. It scared her.