Even Yan Jun himself once thought that his grandfather wanted to help Yan Qing......

Correct.

The many speculations and the remaining doubts in my heart were finally dissipated by this sentence.

Rao is Yan Jun, who has always been calm and composed, also fell into great shock because of this sentence.

Grandpa left him this sentence...... It was nothing more than to tell him that if Yan Qing threatened him one day, he wouldn't have to worry about flesh and blood affection, and he would solve it as he could.

Seeing that Yan Jun hadn't said anything for a long time, Zhai Qu asked out loud, "Young Master?" ”

Yan Jun then came back to his senses, couldn't help but put away the paper in his hand, and opened his lips lightly, "Uncle Qu, I'm a little thirsty." ”

"Huh?" Zhai Qu was stunned at first, after all, they were talking about the master's will, and the young master suddenly said this, and he didn't react a little.

After a pause, he suddenly said hurriedly, "I'll go and pour tea for the young master." ”

With that, he turned around and went out.

After he left, Yan Jun reopened the piece of paper in his hand, and when his eyes came into contact with that line of words, his deep eyebrows tightened, and his eyes were dark.

After a moment, he took the cigarette on the table and lit it and took a deep breath.

He leaned against the table, his index and middle fingers in his left hand holding a slow-burning cigarette butt, and in his right hand he held a lighter, spinning round and round.

White smoke curled up, permeating his body, and obscuring his sharp black eyes, making it impossible to see what he was thinking.

After a long time, he picked up the one-sentence letter in his left hand with a cigarette butt in his hand and approached the lighter.

"Whoa!" The lighter was lit, and the jumping flame immediately climbed down the corner of the letterhead.

Soon half of the letter paper was burned, and the firelight illuminated Yan Jun's handsome face.

The moment the flames snapped up his fingers, Yan Jun threw the letter paper into the jade ashtray.

The tongue of fire quickly devoured the last remaining corner, and finally burned the entire sheet of paper, and the flames gradually extinguished, turning into a wisp of green smoke that dissipated into the room.

That line of words also disappeared.

Only Yan Jun has seen it.

Now that the paper is burned, there will never be a third person who knows about it.

Yan Jun took another puff of his cigarette, turned around and walked to the window, standing with his hands in his hands, his deep eyes looking at the towering Ferris wheel in the distance, and lost his mind.

He knew it in his heart.

The note that his grandfather left him was the last lesson he taught - ruthless.

People say that tigers don't eat their children, but grandpa did something more vicious than tigers.

For the stability of the Yan family, he would rather let his son die.

But Yan Jun did not choose this path.

He has his own ideas, and he will not kill people to gain his stability.

Especially after Yan Youcheng's death, he may have better understood the bonds between his family.

If Yan Qing knew about the existence of that note, then his respect for Yan Youcheng over the years would come to naught in an instant, and it was even very likely that Yan Qing would go astray again.

In that case, it would be really miserable for Yan Qing......

He has been an illegitimate child all his life, his mother is a junior who everyone shouts at, and his father seems to love him, but in fact, he just wants to use his existence to force Yan Jun to grow up quickly.

Even in the end, as long as he has no use value, he will become an outcast.

His biological father decided his life and death with just one sentence.