After returning to the wealthy family, I was abused by my biological parents

Chapter 183

"Do you really have to do this?" Fang Junhong asked through gritted teeth, "You chose this path yourself, I didn't force you."

Chen Pingan nodded, "Yes, I chose it.

I didn't say no, and I'm fine now.

I have never regretted it.

You see, I'm doing exactly what I told you at the beginning. It's best for us to just be strangers and never meet each other again.

I don’t know if you still remember what I said at the beginning, that we should all go our separate ways and live our own lives.

I will never set foot in your Fang family's door again!"

Fang Junhong stared at him, his eyes becoming more and more terrifying.

Chen Pingan smiled, "This is a school, one of the top institutions of learning in the country. I don't believe you dare to hit me here!

Beat me like he did that day at Fang's house.

You wouldn’t dare.”

Fang Junhong threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and stomped it out, "Don't think that you are no longer my blood just because you changed your surname.

No matter where you go or what your last name is, you are all my blood.

Even if you really soar to the sky, you will always be my son, Fang Junhong.

You can’t change this outcome.”

Chen Pingan looked at his somewhat ferocious expression and felt a little disgusted.

How incompetent a person must be to think like this?

But Fang Junhong seemed to be venting his anger and continued:

"Even if my other sons die, the Fang family's bloodline will not be cut off.

Your children and descendants are all my offspring!

Unless, you die too!"

His voice was loud when he uttered the last few words.

Chen Pingan frowned.

They were actually less than ten meters away from the office building.

It's right next to the green belt in front of the office building.

There aren't many people coming and going, but there are some.

Chen Ping'an watched two pretty figures walk out of the building and down the stairs. After hearing these words, they looked over at the same time.

Huo Shijun and another senior schoolmate whose name is unknown!

And there were a few boys who wanted to go into the office building.

Hearing this, he also looked over.

The surprise in these people's eyes was not concealed at all.

Chen Ping'an's eyes swept across the faces of these people, then turned calmly to Fang Junhong.

“I’m not going to die.

I have adoptive parents who love me, and a well-behaved and lovely sister.

Compared to the time I spent at your house, my life is like living in heaven.

How could I bear to die?

I will live a good life, better than most people.

Even live a much better life than you.

Look at yourself. What biological father would yell for his son to die?

A man like you is worthy of calling yourself my father?"

Fang Junhong shouted angrily, "Shut up! Shut up right there!"

"Why should I shut up?

I don't!

A person like you is not fit to be a father, let alone someone else's husband!

He married my mother, but still had a mistress outside.

When his own son was lost, he brought his illegitimate child home and deceived his legal wife by saying that he was adopted..."

"Shut up!"

"pia!"

"I told you to shut up!"

Fang Junhong took action.

Chen Pingan never expected that in school, in public, Fang Junhong would actually raise his hand and slap him hard.

He was already standing unsteadily with a crutch, and his entire body weight was supported by one leg and a crutch.

The slap made him stagger and lose his balance.

After all, crutches are not as convenient as your own legs. You can change the angle or take a step forward to keep your body balanced according to your body's functional response.

What's worse is that Chen Ping'an's instinct was not to stretch out his broken leg.

He even lifted his broken leg high and fell to the ground to avoid causing secondary damage to his broken leg.

But because of this action, his ribs, which were almost healed, were shaken.

A sharp pain came from the ribs.

The pain made his face turn extremely pale and he let out a scream.