Even Yan Jun himself had once thought that his grandfather had the intention to help Yan Qing... ...
However.
The many guesses and the remaining doubts in his heart were finally dispelled by this sentence.
Even Yan Jun, who had always been calm and composed, fell into a great shock because of this sentence.
His grandfather had left this sentence for him... ... Just to tell him that if one day Yan Qing threatened him and he did not have to care about blood and family ties, he would solve it the way he should ...
Seeing that Yan Jun did not say anything for a long time, di Qu asked, "young master? "
Yan Jun came back to his senses and put away the paper in his hand. He said calmly, "Uncle Qu, I'm a little thirsty. "
"Ah? " Di Qu was stunned at first. After all, they were talking about the master's will. He was still a little stunned when the young master suddenly said that.
After a pause, he came to a realization and said hurriedly, "I'll go and pour tea for young master now. "
With that, he turned around and left.
After he left, Yan Jun unfolded the piece of paper in his hand once again. When his gaze came into contact with the line of words, his brows were deeply furrowed and his gaze was dark.
After a moment, he took the cigarette that was placed on the table and lit it up before taking a deep breath.
He leaned against the side of the table, his left index and middle fingers holding the cigarette butt that was slowly burning while his right hand held the lighter, twirling it round and round.
The white smoke rose in spirals and pervaded his entire body, covering that pair of sharp black eyes, making it completely impossible to see what he was thinking.
After a long time, he picked up the letter with the cigarette butt in his left hand and moved to the lighter.
"WHOOSH! " The lighter was ignited, and the jumping flame immediately climbed up the corner of the letter.
Soon, half of the letter was burned, and the flame lit up the side of Yan Jun's handsome face.
The moment the flame jumped up his finger, Yan Jun threw the letter into the jade ashtray.
The flame quickly swallowed the last corner, and finally burned the whole piece of paper. The flame gradually extinguished, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating in the room.
That line of words also vanished into thin air.
Only Yan Jun had seen it.
Now that the paper had been burned, no one else would know.
Yan Jun took another puff of smoke and turned around to walk to the window. He stood with his hands behind his back, his deep eyes looking at the towering ferris wheel in the distance, lost in thought.
He knew very well in his heart.
The piece of paper his grandfather left him was the last lesson he was taught -- ruthlessness.
People say that a tiger does not eat its own son, but his grandfather did something even more vicious than a tiger.
For the stability of the Yan family, he would rather let his son die.
But Yan Jun did not choose this path.
He had his own thoughts. He would not rely on killing people to obtain his own stability.
Especially after Yan Youcheng passed away, he might even understand the bonds between family members.
If Yan Qing knew about the existence of that note, then all the years of respect he had for Yan Youcheng would instantly vanish. It was even very likely that Yan Qing would once again go astray.
If that was the case, it would really be too tragic for Yan Qing... ...
He had been an illegitimate child for his whole life, and his mother was a mistress that everyone wanted to beat up. His father seemed to love him, but in fact, he just wanted to use his existence to force Yan Jun to grow up quickly.
Even in the end, as long as he had no value, he would become an abandoned child.
His own biological father, with just one sentence, had decided his life and death.