“As his son, not only was I not by his side when he was in the most pain, but I even blamed him for everything. I’m not worthy of being his son.”
When Jian Ai heard this, she couldn’t help but look at Wu Bi and ask, “Since you don’t hate him anymore, why don’t you go back?”
When Wu Bi heard this, he smiled bitterly. “When you hurt others back then, you didn’t care about the consequences. After thinking it through, can you pretend nothing happened and go back? How can there be such a good thing in the world?!”
Jian Ai paused. Brother Wu Bi was… punishing himself for what he had done.
Sighing slightly, Jian Ai had mixed feelings in her heart. Looking at the stubborn Wu Bi, she slowly said, “Brother Wu Bi, why are you doing this? You’re Uncle Wu’s son. He won’t blame you. He must want you to return to his side.”
“I know,” Wu Bi answered. “I know he won’t blame me. It’s my problem. I can’t get over it myself.”
“What do you plan to do? You’ll be alone like this. You’re clearly concerned about Uncle Wu, but you don’t dare to go back. Only your subordinates can help in the shop. Do you think Uncle Wu will feel better like this?”
As soon as she finished speaking, Jian Ai couldn’t help but lean forward slightly. She looked into Wu Bi’s eyes and said solemnly, “Brother Wu Bi, I know I shouldn’t say some things, but I know you want to return to Uncle Wu’s side, right? I know Uncle Wu. He must be thinking about you every day. Since Aunt and Wu Shuang are no longer around, you’re his only family in this world. Can you bear to see him grow old alone day by day?”
“You’ve already missed it for so many years. Why don’t you make up for the rift between you and Uncle Wu now? As long as you take this step, I believe everything will develop in a better direction because the worst has already happened. You should believe that nothing worse will happen.”
“Otherwise, in the long run, the ravine in your heart will deepen. Uncle Wu is only forty years old now. It’s not too late. Do you want to wait until he’s in his seventies or eighties before going back? You’ll regret it!”
Jian Ai was not a busybody, but when Uncle Wu and Brother Wu Bi were involved, she could not sit idle.
She initially thought that it would be an insurmountable injury, but she did not expect that Brother Wu Bi would trap himself in the cage in his heart and not be able to break free.
She knew she could not empathize with Brother Wu Bi’s self-reproach and pain, nor could she say that his thoughts were ridiculous.
However, Jian Ai had to say that all of this was too sad. It was a wound that could be healed, but as time passed, it tore further, and Brother Wu Bi fell deeper.
She had to pull him out. She hoped that Brother Wu Bi and Uncle Wu could return to their father-son relationship.
When Wu Bi heard Jian Ai’s words, he would be lying if he said that it did not sway him. Perhaps to him, what he lacked was Jian Ai’s encouragement and someone who could help him.
“Xiao Ai, thank you,” Wu Bi suddenly said with red eyes. “It feels… good to say it.”
Jian Ai was also a little sad. She did not expect a gentleman like Brother Wu Bi to live so painfully.
“No matter what, remember that I’m still supporting you.” Jian Ai looked at Wu Bi and said sincerely, “So, Brother, you’ve already regretted it once. Don’t let yourself live in regret for the rest of your life.”
