Qie Wang laughed at himself.

“That was the first time that I discovered that I was different from you. Unlike you, I have a heart.”

Qie Yiyan looked at Qie Wang apologetically. His father seemed to be a different person.

An insignificant woman like Li Zhiwei died in front of him. Why did he become so terrible and unreasonable?

“No, I do have a heart. The biggest difference between me and you is that I have a brain while you don’t. Qie Wang, if you are drunk, Yiyan will help you go home to sober up. If not, then I don’t think I can afford for you to be my friend.”

Qie Wang smashed a ceramic teacup on the floor in a fit of rage, causing the ceramic pieces to splatter all over.

Li Qingcang was worried that the ceramic pieces would splash on Ye Tianxin’s body, so he subconsciously used his body to block them.

“Well, you have been promoted, and you look down on me as your brother. I won’t hold you back. From now on, we take care of ourselves. The brotherhood between us is as broken as this teacup. ”

Then Qie Wang left without looking back.

Qie Yiyan chased him out.

“Dad, I’ll take you back.”

Qie Wang shook off Qie Yiyan’s hand and said in a low voice, “No, I don’t need it. I’m fine on my own now.”

Before the divorce, Qie Wang felt that he still had a warm home.

No matter how late he came back home or how much pressure he’s under out there, he was willing to go back to that warm home.

There would be the fragrance of hot tea whenever he came home.

Even if sometimes she just sat there and flipped through the magazine, he was happy to hear the pages turning.

As long as she was by his side, he would feel a kind of relaxation and inner peace.

What about now?

Qie Wang did not want to go home again.

His former home was as cold as an ice cellar.

There was no warmth at all.

If he stayed there again, he would feel like he might freeze to death at any moment.

“Dad, you really crossed the line today.”

Qie Wang stood in front of Qie Yiyan with a wry smile.

“Son, you don’t understand.”

Li Hezheng’s son was his brother.

Li Hezheng’s daughter called him brother Wang for so many years.

Although there was no blood relationship between him and them, they were still his family.

His family was gone.

Did he want to see the old man live like this in his later years?

“Dad, you have changed.”

He had changed.

He was not like this before.

　 　He used to be a winner in life.

　 Now, he had no friends, no wife, and no sons.

He had nothing.

Meanwhile, at a charity art exhibition…

Although Yan Shanyue was injured, it didn’t affect her painting. She completed the painting with Ye Tianxin as a model. The painting won first place.

In the painting, Ye Tianxin was smiling. Her eyes were as bright and deep as the stars.

“Is this me?”

When Ye Tianxin appeared at the charity art exhibition, the people there looked at Ye Tianxin. Their low voice of discussion gradually spread out. Here came the model of the painting.

Li Qingcang took Ye Tianxin’s hand and said, “Yes, it’s you.”

Ye Tianxin walked to the portrait of her and stood still.

“Honey, come on. Take a picture of me and myself.”

Both the real Ye Tianxin and her painted self were now in the same frame.

“Did someone buy this painting?”