Shangguan Xiong's Regret!

He changed into a fresh set of clothes before walking over. Seeing that Shangguan Xiong had almost finished speaking, he finally opened his mouth: “Xiao is unharmed; it was just an accident. She wasn’t injured, but in my opinion, things aren’t that simple. Look into it thoroughly!”

After saying this, he didn’t wait for his father’s response and hung up the phone decisively. “Beep... beep...” The sound of the disconnected call echoed, and Shangguan Xiong, fuming, stared wide-eyed at the phone in his hand.

This son of his was becoming more and more audacious! Yet, his coldness was entirely of his own making. Truly, one reaps what one sows! He himself had been subjected to the same harsh treatment from his father, forging the iron-fisted methods he wielded now.

But looking back, perhaps it was precisely this that drove his son ever further away, even more extreme than he had anticipated. From a young age, he had demanded that Shangguan Han rely solely on his own abilities in everything he did.

He was never to ask for help, and in this, the boy had never failed his expectations—no matter how daunting the challenge, he always succeeded on his own.

Yet the smile on his face grew rarer and rarer, until by the time he realized his decision had been wrong, it was already too late to change anything. Han had strayed from his original intentions, stepping into a world his father could no longer reach.

And he, as a father, was the root cause of it all! He should never have forced his son to learn self-reliance at such a young age, to make his own decisions, to tend to his wounds in solitude!

But now, all of it was beyond repair—there was no turning back. Remorse filled his heart, yet it helped nothing. All he could do now was suffer the headache of it. He remembered that, just like himself, the boy had never been one to accept defeat.

So he had always sought to challenge him in every way possible! Even from early childhood, when other children played, his own son faced piles of paperwork.

All of it was for his future, or so he thought. Now, the boy had strayed far from an ordinary life, standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid.

He could look down on the world, but in doing so, he had lost the chance to share a future with ordinary people. How to resolve this—he had no answer at all.

As Shangguan Xiong stared blankly at the phone, lost in thought, Bai Li Meixi was filled with suspicion. Could something have really happened to her beloved daughter? The thought sent her into a panic; she frantically shook her dear husband’s hand and asked, “What is going on?”

There were those who praised Bai Li Meixi of the Bai Li clan as the only woman in the world to possess both beauty and wisdom in equal measure. But there is no such thing as true perfection in any human being; such tales exist only in the perfect dreams of fairy tales.

Everyone has flaws—it is only a matter of more or less, greater or smaller. The lights seemed to grow especially dim around them, everything hinting at an approaching storm.

Summer weather is fickle; one moment the sky is scattered with stars, the next it’s swallowed by clouds. The clouds thickened rapidly, and soon, a torrential downpour swept across the sky! Lightning flashed, thunder roared, and the heavens above S Country shook with the sound.

It was as if God Himself was expressing His wrath, while in the shadows, conspirators began to lay their sinister plans.