Wang Kang showered Zhao Yong with affection, taking him out and spoiling him with gifts—computers, new phones, and countless game discs.
He treated the boy like his own.
Little did Zhao Shandong know that it was Wang Kang who would become his son's undoing.
"Like I said," Chen Yu reminded him, "it all boils down to your loose lips."
"After your wife passed, your life revolved around your shop, your son, and the occasional drinking session with Wang Kang."
"He's your age, yet he remains unmarried and childless. As a vice president of a corporation, don't you think that's a bit unusual?"
"Think about it, Zhao Shandong," Chen Yu said with a knowing smile.
"You're a sharp man when sober. You know what to say and what not to say. Even if you knew Wang Kang couldn't move on from your wife, you wouldn't intentionally bring it up."
"After all, she chose you. And besides, what's the point of dwelling on the past?"