Yang Bojun's voice turned icy and cutting as he wove the tragic tale.
"You first spotted my mother Yang Mei across a smoky nightclub, her infectious laugh and curves catching your roving fancy. She was just an ordinary girl from the country, working there to survive while dreaming of better days. You showered her with sweet words and gifts in between passionate nights."
His lip curled derisively. "But it was only ever a casual fling for the young, carefree bachelor you were then. So when she came to you hopeful with my life blooming in her belly, you turned cruel and cold."
Eyes blazing, he went on, "You had a profitable marriage arranged to some socialite's daughter. My very existence threatens to taint your sparkling future."
Grandpa Sun flinched under each word like blows.
