My Alleged Husband

Chapter 855: Chapter 801: So What If It’s Tiring?

Although Zhang Zhentian felt that living in such a way was still somewhat exhausting for him, there were times when he found himself without any means to make a choice. This was the path he had resolutely chosen at the outset, and now that he had chosen this path, what right or reason did he have to resent the hurt others had caused him?

”Dad, whether I’m tired or not, this was a decision I once made. Since I chose this path, then I will walk it step by step, no matter how tough it gets. I will get there through my own efforts, don’t think I can’t keep living. You should believe in me; I can do it, I will definitely make it to the end, I won’t give up so easily.”

Old Master Zhang always knew his son was stubborn, but he never imagined that his son’s decisions could be so inflexible to this extent.

If it were a few years ago, he might have felt proud of the decisions his son had made, but now times have changed. Many things can’t just be obtained because he wished for them; there was no way for everything to unfold according to his imagination. Perhaps the only thing he could do now was to keep his child safe by his side, but as a father, how could he let his child only have this one family in his heart, without having any other aspirations?

He also knew that these thoughts deep in his heart were not easy to fulfill. The mistakes he had once made must carry their consequences; no one could shield her from the elements to a certain degree. He had made too many mistakes, which no one could understand or forgive.

He didn’t want much; he only hoped his family could live in peace and tranquility, simply yearning for a safe and happy life.

Despite all of its suffering and tears, his family had endured too much. He could not pretend as if the mistakes he had made never happened; although he had been punished for them, why did his heart still unavoidably worry for his child when encountering such events as a father? Could it really be that parents forever worry about their kids, renouncing all their own joy and happiness?

”Child, I know that the things you did in the past may seem painful and ugly in your eyes. As a father, I’ll forgive any mistakes you discover, no matter how many there are because you’re my son. I’ve told you this more than once, repeatedly so many times, but you have never taken it seriously!

How poor of a father am I, to let you, my son, take on everything upon yourself, time and time again?

Do you also think deep down that I’m a father who has entirely shirked responsibility? I have also thought that I’m truly suffering, I just want you back by my side, but over the years you’ve been absent from me. As a father, I shouldn’t hate you, but I really can’t accept it, my child whom I’ve painstakingly raised - why treat me this way? Have I been so bad to you? Or have I failed in my duties as a father?

Perhaps you feel that you have gotten what you wanted now and that you can live a very satisfied and happy life, but I can’t. I can’t forget the pain you brought to every member of this family.

Those pains are unforgettable; only I know deep in my heart how much everyone has suffered, how many tears have flowed, and how many times they’ve cried secretly. You’ve never experienced that feeling; you can’t understand the sharp pain it truly is.

I know that you now sincerely want to return to this family and that the mistakes made in the past could dissipate into thin air, but I can’t do that.

My child, when you can come back here, for me, it is already something very joyful. I’m not so greedy; I know what you think deep in your heart. No matter what you think, I hope you know, I am your father!”

Zhang Zhentian had never imagined that his father could think such thoughts of him. How inadequate must he have been as a son, to make his own father hold such thoughts? The mistakes he had made, again and again paying the price, now he was making every effort to atone for the wrongs he had done. But why still wouldn’t his father confront him fairly, always feeling that his return home had ulterior motives?

Only at this moment did he understand, the awful feeling of being misunderstood by others for no reason; he once doubted another, how much pain and despair must that person have felt in their heart at that time? When he doubted his wife, how desperate must she have felt? He slowly realized all the harm he had caused others. Could these harms really vanish like smoke just because he returned and spoke of compensation?

”It doesn’t matter, Dad, even if you think I have ulterior motives for returning home, I have no complaints or regrets. The mistakes I’ve made must be faced. Everything I do at home might seem tiring in your eyes, but so what? I have to finish what I’ve chosen to the end. If I fail halfway, wouldn’t I be unworthy of being your son? You’ve poured everything into the company for me, even risking bankruptcy to leave me with one last way out, yet I failed to appreciate it and severed any path you left for me. I’ve led myself to a dead end, and only when there was nowhere left to turn did I choose to come back home.

I know I’m not a good son, I know I’ve made you sad, and I’ve hurt you, but I promise, this time I truly want to live here in this house. I have no other motives, none at all. Living in this family is my happiness. It’s just a pity that I’ve realized it too late; I regret it deeply!”

What’s the use of regretting? Whom can one blame for the mistakes made? No one denied you chances; you gave them all up yourself!