Yang Martial Arts School, Jiangshi City Branch.
Yang Wei lowered his head and looked sullen as he was talking to his grandfather.
"Someone has already warned me. In the next three years, there will be no policies or resources that are biased towards the Yang family.”
"To be superstitious, this young man is blessed with luck. We can defeat him openly, but we must not play any tricks!”
"You're young and impetuous, so it's easy for you to make mistakes. You just need to understand one thing, this is no longer your personal honor, but the Yang family's reputation as a whole!”
"The incense that the ancestor risked his life for has already been consumed by a lot. Grandpa is also old.”
Yang Wei let out a long breath and said in a deep voice,"Grandpa, I know!"
"It's good that you know. They came to challenge you, you can lose, but you must show the bearing of my Yang family!”
Yang Wei said confidently,"Grandpa, Big Brother, come here. We can't lose!"”
"I also believe in Boss's strength. In short, remember my words!”
"Yes, Grandpa!"
After hanging up the phone, Yang Wei sat down, feeling a little tired.
The ancients did not deceive me!
From now on, there was no woman in his heart. There was only martial arts. Martial arts was his wife!
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Among the people who saw Su Yue's interview today, there were two special people.
In a small house with an area of 89 square meters in Jiangshi City.
A man with a weathered expression stared at his phone without saying a word.
On the phone, Su Yue was talking about his childhood.
"Little Yue…has grown so big.”
He gently touched Su Yue on the screen, tears welling up in his turbid eyes.
She had seen him on the news a few days ago, but at that time, she was not sure if he was her son.
Although they had the same name, he could not believe that his son was a hero!
He regretted it all the time.
It had nothing to do with Su Yue's current identity. He only hated himself for destroying a family and making his child an orphan!
"It's amazing that you have connections now. My son is so outstanding, but he's actually inferior to that stupid son of Old Song's. I'm so angry!”
At this moment, a grumpy middle-aged woman walked into the room. When she saw her husband playing with his phone, she was instantly furious.
"You useless thing, can't you run around and find connections for your son? Old Song found his former classmate and recruited his son into that institution!”
"Can't you find an old classmate or an old friend? Or could it be that he wasn't Shangxin just because he wasn't his biological son?”
"Su, I don't want to criticize you, but your son must have starved to death long ago. What's wrong with treating my son as your own?”
Su Shengli suddenly stood up and shouted,"My son is not dead. My son is a hero!" Open your eyes and take a good look. This is my son, Su Yue!”
He replayed the video.
The middle-aged woman was stunned. After a short moment of shock, she actually laughed out loud.
"What are you laughing at?" Su Shengli asked in surprise.”
"Old Su, go beg your son to get my son into a good unit," Hu Mei said gently. With his current ability, he should be able to do it, right? When the time comes, I'll show off in front of that old woman, Old Song!”
Su Shengli refused without hesitation,"Impossible! I don't have the right to make him do anything!”
Hu Mei's face sank, and he said unhappily,"Why aren't you qualified?" You're his father. If you don't have the right, who does? He had to do whatever you asked him to do. Otherwise, he would be unfilial!”
"What do you know?!" Su Shengli said angrily. I don't want to be hated by him forever!”
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In a luxurious villa in Ming City, next to Jiangshi City.
A middle-aged woman who was well-maintained and dressed in high-end clothes was sitting on the sofa, staring at the person on the television in a daze.
"Little Yue…"
Her eyes were slightly red, and she couldn't help but think of some memories she didn't want to recall.
Shaking her head, she picked up the remote control and prepared to turn off the TV.
A middle-aged man walked over with a smile." This young man is not bad. He lives in the neighboring city. It's a pity that he's already married. Otherwise, I would have introduced our daughter to him!”
Liang Juan laughed." Are you kidding me? Our daughter might not even like him."”
"Right, I remember now. Your previous child also has the surname Su, right?" Tang Deru said. Unfortunately, he caught a cold and died prematurely. Sigh!”
"Yeah, if he's still alive, he'd be about the same age as Xin Xin," Liang Juan said softly.”
Tang Deru held her hand and said gently,"Although Xin Xin isn't your flesh and blood, she's still your daughter!”
Liang Juan nodded lightly.
She liked her current family very much. Her husband was considerate, her daughter was sensible, and she was financially well-off.
It was enough to know that Su Yue was still alive and had established his own family. He did not have to worry about food and clothing.
She did not want to have anything to do with him anymore.
She didn't want her peaceful life to be broken.
Maintaining the status quo was good enough.
What she owed him could only be repaid in her next life!
……
Days passed.
Soon, it was time for the challenge.
On this day, Zhou Qingyan took a leave of absence and personally sent Su Yue to the Yang Family's dojo.
Wang Zinan should have left a long time ago, but in order to wait for this day, he took a few more days off from the company.
She even suspected that she would be fired immediately after returning to the company.
Many people on the internet were filled with anticipation as they waited in front of the live broadcast room.
Those who could go to the scene were all there.
A few waves of publicity attracted widespread attention!
At that time, many media outlets would be there!
There would even be an official commentary!
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