Chapter 2: 04 That Perverted Murderer
The office was empty of others, she was just about to greet him when Liang Chen suddenly turned around.
The eyes that were always cold and indifferent now shone with an unprecedented sharpness, as if a blade of hatred had been thrust into his body, splashing out black blood. The cat was stunned, the words on its lips swallowed back down.
What's going on? His gaze was as if he was looking at the man behind her. Could it be... He is his father! That perverted murderer!? He wants to take away Liang Chen!
The cat suddenly understood, and immediately rushed to Liang Chen's side, protecting him behind her back, like a mother protecting her child: "You devil, stay away from him!" Liang Chen shifted his gaze away from the man, and the hatred gradually faded from his eyes. He stared at the thin figure of the cat, and after a moment, sadness welled up in his eyes.
"Get out of here!" The cat suddenly rushed forward and pushed the man hard, with such great force that he involuntarily retreated several steps.
He gazed at Liang Chen with a dejected expression: "I'm sorry, Little Chen. You know I didn't want it to be like that either... I really didn't want to, but I couldn't control myself... It's different now, the doctor said I've stabilized... Why don't you go with Dad? Please, don't leave me..."
In the end, he suddenly squatted down, covered his face, and tears flowed from between his fingers: "I only have you, I'm left with only you..."
This nearly thirty-year-old man suddenly revealed his vulnerable side, and Cat Ni couldn't help but feel a little at a loss, but thinking of what he had done, thinking of the harm he had brought to Liang Chen, she suddenly steeled herself.
"You're not even worthy of being Xiao Chen's father." She frowned and said, "He doesn't need you, if you want to cry then please leave." She didn't dare believe she could be so heartless, but the words were indeed hers. Then, she pulled Liang Chen over and wanted to leave.
The man suddenly grabbed the cat's small arm, and the cat lost her balance and fell to the ground. At this time, Liang Chen suddenly tensed up and helped her up, shielding her, staring fiercely at the man.
With such a hateful and hostile gaze, as if ready to pick up a dagger and stab it into the man's chest at any time: Do you want to kill again? You madman, you should have died long ago!
Crazy! Go die go die go die!
The man seemed to hear the curse in Liang Chen's heart, and he stood frozen on the spot, his hands and feet numb. The sharp pain in his chest was like a nail, piercing his heart tightly, and the pain spread irresistibly with despair.
Liang Chen's face was indifferent as he shifted his gaze away, pulling the cat and walking out of the office without looking back.
Under the dazzling sunlight, the cat couldn't help but turn its head and glance at the man. He was still standing at the door, dazed and bewildered, his hair disheveled and falling over his forehead, covering his eyes, making him look especially vulnerable.
As expected... being hated by Xiao Chen...
Very hard... Very seriously... Hating it.
His eyes gradually became sorrowful, with a hint of deathly grayish black.
"What do you plan to do?" The cat was pulled by Liang Chen to the playground, under the cherry blossom tree. She stopped in her tracks. Liang Chen didn't react at all, he raised his head to look at the top of the cherry blossom tree, sunlight filtering through, sprinkling finely on his face.
"If you want to leave, just nod and we'll go find him. After all, he didn't mean it, what he said was uncontrollable, probably due to physical reasons." Miao Rou walked up to his side, "Actually, you're really scared, aren't you? Scared of becoming that kind of person."
"So you keep telling yourself that you won't become like him. You even refuse to acknowledge him as your father, but the fact is the fact, and it can't be changed."
A good day's fist is not aware of being clenched.
"I know you've been living in hatred. You hate him for killing your own mother, hate him for not giving you a complete childhood, only fragments and displacement."
"But what you hate more is yourself, isn't it?"
The cat paused for a moment.
"Hate being just a kid, can't do anything, living is just at the mercy of fate——"

