"Qingyi, don't say that. Even though we're divorced, it doesn't mean our past marital affection was fake."
Seeing Song Qingyi's icy expression, Shen Tianjun sighed slightly and said, "I admit I'm neither a qualified father nor a qualified husband, but you know me, I care about you all the time."
"Care about me?"
Song Qingyi coldly replied, "Do you care about me when you're busy holding power over the world, or when you're drunk and leaning on beauties?"
"Shen Tianjun, you are just like your name. Besides the four words 'ruling the world,' you don't care about anything else. It's the same for your wife and your son."
Song Qingyi said this, then looked at Song Sha Dao with a pained expression and said, "Brother, I don't want to see this person right now. Can you ask him to leave?"
"Okay—"
Song Sha Dao nodded expressionlessly at her words, then walked directly in front of Shen Tianjun and said indifferently, "Shen Tianjun, it seems Qingyi doesn't want to see you. You should leave quickly."
"Shen Tianjun?"
Hearing Song Sha Dao call him by his full name, Shen Tianjun sighed and said, "Song Sha Dao, it seems you're asking for a beating again, aren't you? You don't even call me Senior Brother anymore?"
"Our brotherhood was severed long ago. There's no reason to call you Senior Brother. I'll give you ten seconds. Either you leave, or one of us dies."
Song Sha Dao spoke so calmly, but no one present doubted his words were true.
Regarding the terror of Song Sha Dao, many people now only hear about it in stories, but people like Shen Tianjun, Song Sha Dao, and Professor Tang are all aware of it.
The four characters "Sha Dao Kuang Wang" (Mad King of Killing Way), with "killing" at the forefront, indicate how many people Song Sha Dao has killed. Besides those who died by his hand, it's impossible for others to know.
However, as his Senior Brother, Shen Tianjun knew that his Junior Brother's talent was not inferior to his own. While he was in decline for nineteen years, his Junior Brother had been constantly improving.
In fact, even Shen Tianjun didn't know who would survive if they truly fought to the death.
However, there was one thing Shen Tianjun was very clear about: he couldn't die, and Song Sha Dao couldn't die either.
Song Sha Dao was Song Qingyi's elder brother, Shen Lang's maternal uncle, and his own Junior Brother who was like a brother. Shen Tianjun couldn't bring himself to harm Song Sha Dao, even if it meant suicide.
Therefore, Shen Tianjun finally took a step back and said to Song Qingyi, "Qingyi, since you don't want to see me, I'll leave. But before I go, can I speak with Shen Lang?"
"Say what you want."
Song Qingyi truly resented Shen Tianjun, but that didn't mean she wouldn't let Shen Tianjun speak with Shen Lang.
Except for Shen Tianjun's request to take Shen Lang with him, Song Qingyi wouldn't interfere much. After all, Shen Lang and Shen Tianjun were still father and son.
Hearing that Shen Tianjun wanted to speak with him, Shen Lang's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
Shen Lang had already recovered the memories of Shen Qiye and naturally recalled all the moments he spent with Shen Tianjun.
In Shen Qiye's memories, he had very few interactions with Shen Tianjun. Shen Tianjun would often be away from home for months, but whenever he returned, he would bring Shen Qiye a pile of gifts, excitedly lift Shen Qiye up, let him ride on his shoulders, and gallop around.
After nineteen years, the handsome and spirited young man in his memory had become a middle-aged man. The only difference was that the eyes Shen Tianjun looked at Shen Lang with were still gentle and full of fatherly love.
"Son, welcome home."
Shen Tianjun looked at Shen Lang, and after a long while, finally said this.
However, this single sentence almost made Shen Lang burst into tears.
Yes, nineteen years. He had finally found his parents, finally found his home. Although everything wasn't perfect yet, he finally knew who he was and where he came from.
"Dad—"
Shen Lang couldn't hold back and cried, calling out to Shen Tianjun.
"Haha, good son."
Shen Tianjun walked up to Shen Lang and patted his chest, saying, "You must have suffered a lot these years, but it's okay. From today onwards, you won't have to suffer anymore, because you've found your dad."
"From now on, whatever you want, Dad will help you get it, and no one in this world can hurt you."
Shen Tianjun looked at Shen Lang and noticed that Shen Lang's appearance was exactly the same as his own when he was young—equally sharp, equally high-spirited, and even equally rebellious.
The more Shen Tianjun looked at Shen Lang, the more satisfied he was with this son.
"Thank you, Dad. But what I want, I will get myself, and I won't let anyone hurt me."
Being cared for by his father for the first time, Shen Lang was incredibly moved and warmed. He said to Shen Tianjun.
"Good—"
Seeing Shen Lang being so sensible and even caring about him, Shen Tianjun was overjoyed. He slowly took out a mobile phone and handed it to Shen Lang, saying, "Qiye, we haven't seen each other for nineteen years. This is the meeting gift from Dad. Please accept it."
"This is a satellite phone. The contact list has a hundred phone numbers, and I've noted their names and identities. If you need anything, you can call them anytime."
"As long as you make one call, they will help you at the first possible moment, no matter where they are. Even if they die, their descendants will help you."
Shen Tianjun said to Shen Lang, "I couldn't think of a good gift for you right now, so I'm giving you this. Your mother doesn't want to see me, so I'll leave for now. We'll be in touch later."
"Okay—"
Shen Lang took the phone and said to Shen Tianjun, "My phone number is xxx. If you find a place to stay, let me know."
"Don't worry, I will."
Shen Tianjun smiled and said, "You are my son, I will always think of you."
After speaking, Shen Tianjun turned to leave. Just a few steps out, Shen Tianjun suddenly turned back, looking at Song Qingyi with gentle eyes, and said, "Take care of yourself too. We'll meet again later."
Shen Tianjun left. This time, he didn't look back.
After he left, Shen Lang discovered that Professor Tang and the others in the ICU ward had already fallen to the ground, unconscious.
"Uncle, what happened to them?"
Seeing the abnormality of Professor Tang and the others, Shen Lang asked Song Sha Dao.
"Overwhelmed by shock."
Song Sha Dao said, "They suddenly saw your mother come back to life and then Shen Tianjun appear. The consecutive shocks were too much, and they fainted."