Mr.CEO’s Ex-wife Escapes Again
Chapter 379 Redemption

Chapter 379: Chapter 379 Redemption

Sheng Siyuan finally arrived at the wooden cabin.

It had been less than half a year since he last visited when he sat respectfully in front of the old man, drinking the tea he had poured.

But now, their positions had completely reversed.

"Thank you for still bringing the kids to see me," Xiahou Yi was still the one pouring tea.

Only this time, as he lifted the teapot, his face was filled with gratitude, humbled, much like Sheng Siyuan who once begged him.

Sheng Siyuan didn’t respond.

Once he saw the tea had filled his cup, he picked it up and took a sip from the edge.

"Then I’ll have the kitchen prepare the meal," Uncle Zhong, standing on the sidelines and seeing this scene, wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and hurriedly spoke.

Xiahou Yi nodded in acknowledgment.

Soon after, Uncle Zhong left, Yin Hehe went to play outside with the three children, and just father and son were left in the wooden cabin.

"A Yuan, I know the thing I regret most in my life was driving away your mother back in the day. I didn’t have the courage to acknowledge the child in her womb as mine, nor do I deserve to call myself your father in front of you!"

As the gentle scent of tea wafted through the cabin, Xiahou Yi began to confess to his son.

Yes, he should have said these words to him a long time ago.

If he had let Wang Wanjun stay back then, perhaps they wouldn’t be in this situation today.

"No, you’re wrong. I think the most correct thing you ever did in your life was pushing my mom into my dad’s arms," Sheng Siyuan said, wholly unaccepting of Xiahou Yi’s words when he finally spoke.

Xiahou Yi was taken aback.

"Why?" he asked, bewildered.

"Because if I stayed by your side, I would have become another Xiahou Maolin, or perhaps Xiahou Jingmu. You turn everyone into that kind of person; does that make you happy?"

His cold gaze swept over, leaving Xiahou Yi momentarily at a loss for words.

It seemed like a valid point.

Xiahou Yi paused, then after a moment, he took a sip of his tea, revealing a wry smile.

"You’re right, I have been narrow-minded."

"..."

Sheng Siyuan didn’t speak again and continued to drink his tea.

Seeing this, Xiahou Yi glanced at his son who, in the months that had passed, clearly looked much healthier, and felt a sense of relief in his heart.

"I know you don’t want to see me now, nor do you want to have any further involvement with the Xiahou Family, because you’re worried that after my death, those people in the capital will come after you," Xiahou Yi suddenly spoke again.

As the words fell, the man sitting across from him, who had appeared cool and indifferent, paused, his fingers gripping the teacup tensing slightly as his expression grew somber.

Xiahou Yi continued, "So the reason I asked Uncle Zhong to call you here is actually to tell you that this will absolutely not happen in the future."

"??"

"I have already returned all the power of the Xiahou Family to the Pentagon Building. The family has been dissolved. From now on, Xiahou in the capital is an individual, not a family. They will no longer be involved in any power struggles, nor will they become a target for anyone’s aggression," Xiahou Yi said simply, detailing the actions he had taken over the past few months. When it came to dissolving the Xiahou Family, he who had once held great pride in the family’s honor, now seemed carefree and detached.

Sheng Siyuan was finally stunned for a few seconds.

"Are you insane?"

"Haha~" Xiahou Yi felt gratified to see this new expression on the stubborn young man’s face.

"Of course not. After the dissolution of the Xiahou Family, there will certainly be numerous attacks in the short term, for I have led them in arrogance in the capital for years and made many enemies."

"But remember, don’t interfere. After these people vent the hatred in their hearts, the surname Xiahou will naturally become just an ordinary name in their eyes. They will forget it, utterly failing to recall there was ever such a surname."

Xiahou Yi said a lot in a row, unable to control the surge of a bloody sweet taste in his chest.

Therefore, he only had the option of using the opportunity to drink tea to force down a mouthful and suppress that rush of blood.

Sheng Siyuan had not spoken the entire time.

Being exceptionally smart, he naturally understood what this old man had said was all to strip him, Sheng Siyuan, of the Xiahou surname.

Without the glory of the Xiahou Family.

In this world, naturally, only the name Sheng Siyuan would be remembered.

"You truly are a madman!" Sheng Siyuan finally set down the teacup heavily, and the only words that burst angrily from his mouth were this sentence.

After that, he stood up and left.

Xiahou Yi watched his retreating figure, the breath he had been holding up in his chest suddenly released, and he could no longer hold it in, as blood spurted out of his mouth.

The old butler just happened to come over to refill the teapot, and upon seeing this scene, he turned pale with fright and rushed over.

Xiahou Yi held on to him.

"It’s alright, Old Zhong, I... I am very happy today," he couldn’t even sit steadily anymore.

Yet the expression on his face was very joyful.

Upon seeing this, Butler Zhong, while wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief, couldn’t stop the old tears from flowing.

An hour later, it was finally lunchtime.

Yin Hehe finally brought in three little ones who had played their hearts out, only to find a much thinner old man, sitting there right now, his face flushed with red.

Yin Hehe: "Hurry over, that’s your grandfather."

She nudged the three children forward.

Thus, with Xiahou Yi’s kindly smile, he watched as the delicately carved little girl was the first to trot over to him.

"Grandpa, my name is Youyou, I am the third treasure of daddy and mommy, do you like me?"

She tilted her little head and asked innocently.

Xiahou Yi immediately felt his whole heart melting.

He actually liked little girls. Back then, when Xiahou Maolin had a pair of twins, they were both boys, and he was somewhat disappointed.

Later, when Xiahou Jingmu’s sister was born, he even specially made a large gold lock for her.

Unfortunately, that girl was harmed by someone.

"Of course I like you, you are Grandpa’s little darling. Come here, Grandpa has a gift for you."

Xiahou Yi motioned her over, beckoning the porcelain doll-like little granddaughter to him.

Little Bun then toddled over to Grandpa’s side and, by the way, presented her own gift as well.

"Grandpa, Youyou also has a gift for you. Look, this is a painting Youyou drew for you, do you like it?"

The little girl carefully took out the painting she had drawn last night from her small bag and handed it to the old grandfather.

Xiahou Yi was stunned.

He probably did not expect the child to bring him a gift.

"This..."

"Sorry, she drew it randomly," Yin Hehe said upon seeing it, feeling a bit embarrassed.

Because Little Bun had never actually learned to draw; what she called a painting was simply her smearing her lipstick on her small lips and then kissing the white paper many times, leaving many impressions of her little mouth.

"Mommy, how could this be something I drew randomly? These are Youyou’s little lips oh, Youyou is giving them to grandpa. With this, grandpa can think of Youyou anytime oh," the little girl defended herself spiritedly when she heard her mommy say she had drawn randomly.

Xiahou Yi’s eyes completely moistened.