Chapter 3: Adopted Son
As soon as these words were spoken, the air in the hall seemed to slow down.
Sitting next to him, sipping tea, Rong Qichuo glanced at Rong Zhi over the tea cup, with a faintly mocking smile.
What of it if you have the Rong family bloodline, you still can’t make it to the stage.
Losing a biological child is a disgraceful incident for a prestigious family, especially one lost in such an embarrassing manner.
Rong Xian’an valued the Rong family’s reputation, naturally not wanting Rong Zhi to return openly and honorably.
If it hadn’t been for the old man wanting to see his grandson, Rong Zhi would still be stuck in that mountain valley, with no chance to broaden his horizons like today.
Rong Xian’an continued indifferently, "An adopted son is no different from a biological one. In the Rong family, you are still the Third Young Master, and as a young master of the Rong family, you will not lack anything you should have."
Rong Xian’an was accustomed to giving orders in such a manner, without needing to consider the other party’s feelings.
Furthermore, what he had given to Rong Zhi was already enough, any normal person should know to be satisfied.
"I will arrange for you to continue your studies, but you must sever contact with that family in Qingqu County. You are a young master of the Rong family, and once you’re back, you should behave."
Having given his instructions, Rong Xian’an noticed Rong Zhi remained silent, furrowing his brow and his expression was not pleasant.