The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

However, it was such an eccentric teenager that abruptly pulled the stubborn Li Xiaowei into the Black

Tortoise Clan. Li Xiaowei still had no idea how he had returned to the place where he had given up on

going.

“He is your father; he had no choice but to make a dicult decision…” The woman looked at her child in

distress. She knew that she would die very soon; her child could not be left alone.

Li Xiaowei took his mother’s hand and pressed it against his cheek. For him, his father did not exist. It was

enough for him to have his mother.

The woman’s tears trickled down her cheeks and then she slowly closed her eyes.

Li Xiaowei just stood by the bed quietly, holding his mother’s hand and feeling the familiar warmth; his

tears fell quietly, bit by bit.

His heart was numb with pain, he couldn’t even speak a word. He just trembled uncontrollably with

depression and despair.

Suddenly, the shabby door was pushed open and a strange smell appeared in the narrow and damp

room.

Li Xiaowei’s body suddenly froze. He seemed to have sensed something.

“Xiaowei?” A low and deep voice came from behind Li Xiaowei.

The voice was familiar, yet strange.

Li Xiaowei slowly turned around and saw the man he should have been calling father. He didn’t know

when he had actually come to this shabby house. He was dressed in a green brocade robe and his

handsome face did not show any hint of age. Such a well-treated face was very dierent from the gaunt

face of the woman in bed who had already left the world.

They were supposed to be husband and wife, but now the dierence between them was like that between

a cloud and some mud.

“Xiaowei, I am your father, and your mother has already left this world. I think… you should go back to the

Black Tortoise Clan with me, where you will be given good care.” The handsome man looked at the pale

child with a gentle smile on his face.

The bloodlines of the ve great families were indeed so outstanding; the man in front of him looked so

powerful.

Li Xiaowei did not understand why his memory was so disordered. The man who should not have been

here appeared at this time and reached out his hand to him.

But…

The hands in front of him were so cold that Li Xiaowei’s soul was freezing. He stared at the man before

him unfavorably.

“Go back? Where to?” Li Xiaowei asked, expressionless.

“Of course, to your home.” The man answered.

“This is my home.” Li Xiaowei narrowed his eyes.

“Xiaowei, I know you hate me, but you are my child after all.”

Li Xiaowei suddenly smiled. He looked at the man who had been rejected by him for a long time. The

disorder of time seemed to have changed the trajectory of his life. The man had actually appeared when

his mother had just passed away, but his eyes did not even glance toward the woman lying on the bed.

Was this his father?

He thought that the man had always felt guilty about his mother, but now he knew how stupid his

thoughts were.

This man, after all, was only a coward and a heartless bastard.

“I’m sorry, I think you are mistaken. I’m not your child; I don’t have a father, I only have a mother. I grew

up with my mother; if I had a father, where was he when my mother and I were cold and hungry? Where

was he when Mother was ill in bed? I don’t know you; please leave this place at once.” Li Xiaowei gnashed

his teeth.