I Become A Burdensome Child After Transmigrating

"No matter what, my father is still your biological father. You don't care about the relationship between father and son at all. He's seriously ill now and probably doesn't have much time left. He wants to see you. Aren't you coming to see him?"

Rong Si walked to the balcony. The morning sun was warm on his face, but his expression was so cold. His eyes held no warmth. "That has nothing to do with me."

Rong Xi hadn't expected him to say that. In fact, she hadn't dared to contact Rong Xi. However, her mother had told her that she had to convince Rong Si to share some of their assets while her father was seriously ill. She couldn't let him take all of them. Otherwise, how could they live?

They were all members of the Rong family. Why should he get the entire Rong Corporation for himself?

Perhaps, Rong Cheng's state might arouse Rong Si's compassion.

By the time Rong Cheng died, It would be too late to make demands from Rong Si.

So she had mustered her courage and called him.

"Are you that ruthless? Dad did do something wrong before, but after so many years, you still bear a grudge?

"He's dying!"

The corners of Rong Si's mouth twitched, and crazy pleasure surged in his eyes. "That's retribution. Good."

Ever since he had been thrown out of the Rong family when he was six years old, the thing he thought about the most every day was when that scumbag would die. If not for Little Jiu and her father and Uncle Sheng's help, Rong Si and his mother might not have been able to survive.

It was a pity that he had gotten what he wanted only now. Rong Cheng had lived for so many more years. He had had it easy.

"You…" Rong Xi was flustered and exasperated. "Can you just come over and meet him? Can't you satisfy such a small wish of a dying person?"

"Sure." Rong Si sneered. "Tell him to come over himself and kneel in front of me. Maybe I'll be willing to look at him."

Rong Xi took a deep breath.

Rong Si's words were sinister and cold. If his father was standing in front of him and the two of them were on the edge of a cliff together, he would push his father off the cliff without hesitation.

"Rong Si! Don't go too far! Daddy is really sick now. He has something to tell you."

"Really? Too bad. I don't want to hear it."

Rong Si ignored her and hung up.

Suddenly, a pair of small hands hugged Rong Si's waist from behind. The girl leaned on his shoulder and said in a soft voice, "Who were you talking to?"

Su Jiu's voice contained a hint of sleepiness. It sounded like he had just woken up.

"Someone unimportant." Rong Si turned and pulled her into his arms. Seeing her rubbing her eyes, he asked with concern, "Why didn't you sleep longer? Did I wake you?"

Su Jiu shook her head. "I've slept enough. With you by my side, I can always sleep well."

She raised her small face to look at him. Sensing that something was wrong with his expression, she quickly asked, "What's wrong? Are you unhappy?"

Knowing that he couldn't hide this matter from her, Rong Si could only say, "I just received a call that, that piece of trash is seriously ill and wants to see me."

Piece of Trash?

"Are you referring to Rong Cheng? He's indeed a piece of trash!" Su Jiu was indignant. "So? Are you going to see him?"

Without needing to think, Rong Si replied, "No."

He still remembered how that piece of trash treated him and Song Wanqiu back then. Even after so many years, Rong Si still held a grudge and could not let it go. He would remember the people who treated him well for the rest of his life and think of ways to repay them.

And vice versa.