Because I Cannot Hurt You

Invisible sparks flew between them and Shuang almost had an urge to strangle Jack Si.

An Guoting gently smacked on his daughter's head. "Don't glare at him. Take this opportunity to know more about him instead on a deeper level."

Caihong furiously nodded. "I would love to have him as my brother-in-law. Who doesn't want a dashing and good-looking foreigner?"

Shuang gave a wry smile.

"*Ahem!* Xiaosi cleared his throat, feeling a little iffy.

Caihong blinked her eyes. "What?"

He grumbled. "Nothing…"

"Isn't it Mr. An Guoting?"

A stern voice sounded from behind him and he looked at the elderly figure in surprise. Then he shook a little, recognizing the man.

Elder Liao Junjie stared at him with a sharp gaze. "I didn't expect that I would see you here."

His grandson, Liao Yuan stood beside him. His gaze searched for a particular person in the crowd and as soon as it fell upon her, he waved his hand. "Xinyi!"

Xinyi, who was feeding Siying juice, looked up. She smiled. "Yuan."

Zhiyuan's expression darkened and if looks could kill, Liao Yuan would have already died a thousand times by now.

Damn it, he is here too!

He absolutely had no interest in joining over there. He held Xinyi's wrist and said, "Let:s not go there."

"Why not?"

"I don't like him."

Her mouth twitched.

She ignored him and, holding Siying's hand, walked up to him. 

Liao Yuan smiled. "I knew you would be here."

"You seem to awfully know a lot about my wife,"Zhiyuan gritted his teeth. "This knowledge isn't necessary really."

"I decide what type of knowledge I want to keep, Han Zhiyuan," he shot back. "It's my mind, after all."

"Sure you can keep whatever garbage you want to keep in that tiny brain of yours. But just make sure not to step on someone's territory."

"Hahaha!" Liao Junjie broke into laughter. "Aish you two remind me of the days when Huizhong and I used to fight like this."

Xinyi coughed. "About Zhiyuan, I am really sorry. He doesn't mean it in a bad way."

His brow twitched.

He waved his hand. "Yuan doesn't mind."

Liao Yuan's brow twitched.

I do mind…

"And he must be the apple of your eye, right?" Liao Junjie warmly looked at Siying who was curiously but shyly staring back at him.

"Yes. Siying. Say hello."

Siying mumbled. "H-Hello…"

"Haha shy, isn't he? I am surprised how he survives when Huizhong is over there."

The mention of Han Huizhong made Zhiyuan's gaze slightly dim. Their relationship was becoming increasingly distant since the reunion night. Xinyi had tried her best to sort things out, but the wound this time was too severe to heal.

Liao Junjie asked, "I don't see Huizhong anywhere. What happened? I thought he would definitely attend this summit."

Xinyi peeked at Zhiyuan who seemed a little downcast. 

She faintly smiled as she faced him. "Grandpa is a little sick…"

Liao Junjie blinked his eyes. He smelled something fishy. Zhiyuan and Xinyi and even Caihong and Shuang seemed awfully quiet for some reason.

Xiaosi slightly furrowed his brows and whispered. "Is anything the matter? Zhiyuan doesn't look too good."

Caihong stiffened.

"Um that…"

Jack Si understood her concern and quickly grabbed his arm. "Dude, this summit is boring for a doctor like me. Come on, let's munch on something or I will get hell bored."

Liao Junjie narrowed his eyes that landed straight on An Guoting. He sneered. "Is it because Mr. An is here? Well, Huizhong never liked him in the first place."

Caihong paused. 

Didn't like Dad?

She didn't understand this part.

Han Huizhong never liked her and she always knew that.

But An Guoting?

Shuang pulled Caihong's hand. "Yes, yes. Let's go. Chyou seems to be hungry too."

She observed An Guoting turning a little pale, but this wasn't the time to ask about it.

An Guoting faintly smiled. "Excuse me…"

Xinyi frowned and felt something was off between them.

Does Liao Junjie know him more than just a businessman?

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An Guoting stepped out to take a breath of fresh air. There was a small pond at a distance where the Summit hall was located.

He stood at the edge and stared at his reflection in the water, lost in his thoughts. A trace of sadness flickered in the light of his eyes.

"Stop looking as if you fucking care, An Guoting."

He stiffened upon hearing Liao Junjie's voice. The elderly man stood beside him and looked at him with disdain visible on his face.

"After ruining everything for Zongying and Huizhong, you are feeling guilty now?" He curled his fists, anger rising in his chest the more and more he looked at him. "Are you suddenly looking back at all the things you have done to destroy someone's life?"

He said nothing.

"Even your sight disgusts me, An Guoting! I came to know what happened seven years back and then at the reunion party. Truly unfortunate for your daughter, isn't it?"

Silence.

"But look at you. You don't even have the guts to confront Huizhong about it because you know you don't have the right, isn't it? Here you are still laughing with your daughters while he is sitting lonely in the house, mourning her death."

An Guoting shut his eyes and let the tear slid by his cheek.

"Truly pathetic. I wonder how long your happiness would last like this once your daughters get to know this ugly side of yours? They will be right in front of you but would hate to even look at you."

He trembled and his hand clutched his chest, anxiety creeping in it. The thought of Caihong and Shuang hating him made him feel as if his heart was ripped into pieces.

Liao Junjie shook his head. "Zongying was just like my daughter. I loved her as much as Huizhong did. She was the one who would always resolve our petty fights," His eyes teared up, thinking of her, brightly smiling at him. "I will never forgive you for murdering her, An Guoting! Never! You killed Zongying...you killed her."