Chapter 257
Sometimes, Ye Tian really felt that he should be more ruthless, just like Zhang Xiayang or Liu Ping. A bit more cruelty might have spared him many troubles. Looking at the child in front of him, the same age as Shen Jingwei, Ye Tian didn’t know what to do with this child. Killing her would perhaps be the simplest and quickest solution, but his damned kindness started to nag at him from the bottom of his heart.
"Liu Ping’s daughter?"
Xu Qingyang nodded, "Her name is Liu Ling, Liu Ping’s biological daughter. She’s fifteen."
Ye Tian, of course, understood what Xu Qingyang implied by stressing that the girl was fifteen. Fifteen, not five, she had already begun to understand the world, and would certainly know that the man standing before her was the one who killed her father. Perhaps, at this moment, she was already plotting revenge.
For Xu Qingyang, who had spent years navigating worldly society, he really couldn’t comprehend Ye Tian’s hesitation. To not eliminate the roots when cutting the grass, is to let it grow back when the spring breeze blows. This simple truth, he should understand. Moreover, he wasn’t alone now; he had a whole family to look after. Indecisiveness was a trait befitting women, a man, if tied down by kindness or compassion, was definitely not one to achieve great things, he was destined to be a worthless man confined to taking care of his wife and children.
Liu Ling was a pretty girl, faintly displaying the look of a young lady, already as tall as Ye Tian’s chest, a tall girl indeed. Watching her, Ye Tian internally sighed, this woman truly looked different. Liu Ping, from inside out, exuded deceit; yet the girl before him, those blinking large eyes filled with innocence and kindness, with fear swirling in her eyes - such emotions couldn’t be feigned. He didn’t know how Xu Qingyang managed to wreak havoc in bars, but in this girl’s heart, he must have left the image of a bloodthirsty demon.
"If you can’t do it, I will."
Liu Ling’s body visibly shuddered, timidly tilting her head to glance at Xu Qingyang standing beside her, her steps slightly shifting sideways, her eyes even more tear-filled and shiny, as if the slightest movement would cause tears to fall to the ground, shattering into blossoms.