Domineering CEO Is My Son

Mr. Kang felt a little awkward facing his biological father, even though he knew the person lying there had turned to dust.

This was the first time he had come to visit his father's grave in so many years. He felt like an unfilial son who had finally come to pay his respects.

Mr. Kang was about to pull out the weeds with his bare hands, but Yue Qin handed him a pair of work gloves.

Yue Qin used to go back to his hometown every year to visit his ancestors' graves, so he naturally had to pull weeds every year.

He was experienced.

Mr. Kang took the gloves and started pulling weeds. He was silent at first, but as he worked, he started talking. "You're not short of money. Why don't you get a better tomb?"

A better tomb would be made of marble, and no grass would grow on it.

"Forget it, I'll get you a new one when I have time." Mr. Kang said, then fell silent again.

The others didn't say anything. After all, they knew they didn't know the person lying there. They were mainly here to accompany their friend.

Little Kangkang sat beside them, watching the scene. He pulled up a clover from the ground.

"The company is not a big deal." Mr. Kang pulled out two fleabanes. The flowers of the fleabane were like small cotton balls, flying everywhere.

"Grandpa and Grandma weren't very good to me, and I wasn't very good to them either. But they raised you, so I'll leave them a way out."

Mr. Kang's eyes reddened as he spoke.

At this time, Xia Sheng had already pulled out all the grass in front of the tombstone. She looked at the name on the tombstone in front of her.

Mr. Kang was still mumbling to another grave, "Don't even think about me coming to visit your grave once a month. I'll come once a year."

"By the way, I don't have a girlfriend yet."

Xia Sheng patted Mr. Kang and motioned him to look to the other side—

The tombstone over there had his father's name on it.

Mr. Kang wasn't embarrassed. He said to the grave, "Sorry, Second Uncle, you two look too much alike. I mistook you for my father."

Then he walked over to where Yue Qin and the others were pulling weeds and continued to pull weeds for his own father.

Yue Qin walked over to where Mr. Kang had been pulling weeds and saw the name on the tombstone—

Yue Jianjun.

He had just seen the name of Mr. Kang's father—

Kang Junqing.

What a coincidence. His father's name was Yue Yijun.

The group pulled weeds from the grave, bowed respectfully, and placed fruits, nuts, and flowers before turning to go down the mountain.

As they walked, the old lawyer told them the story of Mr. Kang's father—

How he had started a business with two hundred yuan, selling clothes from a stall. After earning some money, he started selling cigarettes. It was different back then. When he made money, he robbed others of their business. He was beaten half to death and had all his money stolen.

"Your father was different from other people. Everyone wanted a stable job, but he just wanted to make quick money. He was happy when he had money. He suffered a lot and got into a lot of trouble."

Mr. Kang couldn't picture what kind of person his father was. He asked, "He earned so much money. Did he have any hobbies? I'll bring him something next time I come."

"Besides money, your father didn't seem to like anything."

"That's not right. He loved your mother."

The group sat down in a pavilion halfway down the mountain, resting and listening to the old lawyer talk about the two people he knew.

The two people who had never appeared in their child's life.

"Your father was a full ten years older than your mother. He was very stingy. When he was starting his business, he often came to my house to eat."

Xia Ling thought to herself, so the skill of getting free meals was hereditary.

"It was understandable. Your father had a hard life as a child. There was a famine back then, and he had a younger brother to take care of. His brother died later."

"Your mother was a rich girl, ten years younger than your father. Your father was already thirty years old and couldn't find a girlfriend because he was so stingy. But when he met your mother, it was like an old house on fire. They fell in love immediately."

Mr. Kang listened quietly.

So they had a story too. No wonder Grandma hated his father so much.

"Then do you know why they got divorced?"

"I don't know. I was very surprised when I heard the news. It wasn't like they had a fight. I guess they had agreed on it. Your father was a money-grubber. The fact that he left all his money to your mother and you means he definitely didn't fall for someone else."

A money-grubber's heart was always simple. Whoever he gave his money to was the one he loved.

Mr. Kang breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, those words were somewhat comforting.

After visiting his biological father's grave, Mr. Kang became even more dedicated to his work.

Time flew by, and it was the end of the year. Yue Qin was planning to take his family back to his hometown.

The place where they lived now wasn't cold even at the end of the year, but it was different in their hometown!

They thought Xia Ling would be the most excited because the last time she went, she had rolled in the snow. This time, as soon as she heard she was going, Yue Qin's parents had prepared a patch of uncleared snow for her.

However, the most excited person was Mr. Kang—

This wasn't Mr. Kang's first time going north, but it was his first time going to a village in the north. There were still a few days before they left, and Xia Sheng hadn't even started packing their down jackets yet, but Mr. Kang had already bought them for everyone—

From down jackets and thermal underwear to hats, scarves, and gloves —

Looking at the matching family set, Xia Sheng had to admit that they would look very cool walking out in them.

Then, a gap in Yue Qin's life was filled—

The gap of all sorts of questions that he had missed because Little Kangkang couldn't speak.

Mr. Kang was washing bok choy. He would burst into laughter as he washed, then ask—

"Are there really pheasants in your hometown that can't run in the snow?"

"Can you really splash water and turn it into ice there?"

"Will there be dogs pulling sleds?"

Yue Qin answered patiently at first, but he couldn't keep up with all the questions.

"Are the frozen pears in your hometown delicious?"

"Do you really use a car to carry the cabbages you buy? I'll help you carry them! I want to experience what it's like to buy cabbages and carry them in a car!"

"I saw online that you can freeze your ears off outdoors?"

Mr. Kang was basically using his actions to express all the stereotypes a southerner had about the north.

Yue Qin looked at Big Kangkang, then at his younger son.

Little Kangkang mouthed, "One more day. He won't be so excited once we get there."

He was experienced. All the children in kindergarten were like this. Whenever the teacher said they were going on a field trip, everyone would be very excited, chattering and asking questions nonstop.

Once they got there, they would quiet down.

Fortunately, they all boarded the plane to their hometown the next day.

However, when they got off the plane, Xia Ling picked up her suitcase and saw Mr. Kang carrying two large suitcases.

Xia Ling was a little surprised. "Why did you bring so much stuff?"

"I'm here to freeload, of course I have to bring some gifts."

Xia Ling wanted to hit him when she heard that. She silently stood with the master. The master didn't bring anything. She at least brought some local specialties. Compared to the master, she didn't seem so bad.

The master wanted to hit someone when he heard that. He silently stood next to Little Kangkang.

And so, Yue Qin's parents picked up the whole group at the airport.

Yue Yijun saw Big Kangkang walking at the front.

Big Kangkang saw that he had been spotted and dragged his suitcase over. Yue Yijun took a closer look, and disbelief appeared on his face. He turned his head and said, "Honey, look, am I seeing things? How did our grandson grow so big in the blink of an eye?"

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