Resentment and Forgiveness
“Fourth Brother!”
The three elder brothers had been waiting for the Mu Zhexing hailed for his talent to come back to them.
Mu Yu was focused purely on Mu Xin, who was on his thigh and playing with Xiaoshuai, who was snoring.
“You’re Mu Yu?” Mu Zhexing eventually asked.
“How’d you find out?”
“Word on the street is True God’s disciple, Mu Yu, has returned to our clan.”
“Spreading like wildfire, I see.”
Obviously, it was Sikong Gaoming’s two bodyguards who spread the word.
“So, you’re my son?”
Since Mu Yu didn’t answer, Mu Rongxuan had a burning desire to answer on the former’s behalf. However, Mu Tianhe stopped his son. It wasn’t their place to answer if Mu Yu didn’t want to.
“You know everything, I mean about our background and who caused all of it?”
Mu Zhuexing noticed his father’s guilt-ridden gaze on him.
“My son should have a mark I left on his green stone that only I know about. Where’s your family tree stone?”
Mu Yu removed his necklace and tossed it over. Tears welled up in Mu Zhexing’s eyes the moment he saw the faint scratch he made on the stone piece. Quavering, he handed it back to Mu Yu and verbalised, “Sorry. I haven’t done anything for you all these years.”
Mu Zhexing shot his father an enraged glare. Mu Tianhe instantly looked away. Mu Zhexing turned back to inquire, “You know Mu Tianhe caused all of your misery?”
Every word, conveyed as if Mu Tianhe was a stranger, reminded Mu Tianhe that his son hadn’t forgiven him.
“He’s my grandpa.”
Mu Zhexing formed cannonballs with his hands. “And me?”
“You’re not my father.”
Heaven forbid Mu Tianhe understood the logic behind Mu Yu’s answer. Worried, Mu Tianhe conveyed, “Mu Yu, he’s your father. You can disown me, but you can’t refuse to acknowledge your father.”
“This is between me and him, Grandpa. I don’t like people who run from reality.”
“What must I do to earn your forgiveness?”
“When you can forgive yourself,” answered Mu Yu, caressing Mu Xin’s head.
Regardless of how much Mu Zhexing blamed his father for his wife’s demise and his separation from his son, he was beating himself over those events deep down, and he knew it. Even so, he was angry Mu Yu didn’t take his side and resent Mu Tianhe.
“Why did you forgive Mu Tianhe?”
“Grandpa let go of his ego. His ego is to blame for his blunder. He’s a changed man, so there’s no reason for me to continue picking a bone with him. There isn’t another soul who should hate him more than I do given that I was the one who was an orphan for so long.”
“No one should hate him more than you, huh?” Mu Zhexing repeated under his breath.
There was no way Mu Zhexing could’ve understood how Mu Yu felt all those years. He dug his fingernails into his palm and voiced, “I understand now.”
For the first time in years, Mu Zhexing felt guilty and apologetic to his father. Though his father erred, instead of taking it out on purely his father, he neglected the sect, even when they moved into the cemetery. While everyone was pulling together, he cared only for his feelings. It wasn’t revenge against his father; he also made things harder for everyone else.
Mu Zhexing walked over to his father and went down on his knees to kowtow. “Father.”
Mu Tianhe tearfully pulled his son up. Mu Zhexing heaved a pent-up breath. “Mu Yu forgave you, so I have no reason to hate you. Leave Mu Clan to me and him.”
“No, we all have a responsibility to contribute.” Mu Tianhe patted his son’s shoulders and conveyed to the others.
“Exactly,” responded the three siblings.
“Me, too! Me, too!” Mu Xin cheered.
Mu Yu could smile brightly, thinking, Sikong Gaoming, you’re next after your son.
Mu Yu would rather let go of his grudges if doing so could bring Mu Clan together. Otherwise, he’d be repeating his father’s selfish attitude. Unlike his father, he was the optimistic type.
Complaining didn’t solve problems; it identified problems. Taking the time and effort to understand was the key to fixing problems.
“Have you forgiven me now?”
Mu Yu finally raised his head to meet his father’s eyes. “Maybe?”
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