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"From that moment on, I fully understood that people are different from each other, and that I am inferior in this world. I worked hard and devoutly worshipped for seven years, built a temple, and gilded the statue of the goddess, but it was still no match for someone's one-day visit. That person didn't even enter the temple and left in a hurry. I felt that all my actions were extremely tragic."

Laka's voice was calm, as calm as a frozen lake.

"I think I understood the look in your grandfather's eyes back then. I even made a decision not to have children, because I didn't want my child to be born inferior. I wanted to end this tragedy in my generation. But by then, your mother was already pregnant with you." At this point, Raka glanced at Shaha. "Do you remember asking me a similar question when you were five years old?"

Hearing his father's question, Shaha thought silently for a moment. The memory of being five years old seemed distant, but he vaguely remembered asking a similar question when he was five. His father had taken him to the Lakshmi Temple in town, and he had looked at the golden, silent statues and asked innocently, "Father, will the goddesses bless us?" Then… then he remembered his father's sudden, furious face and the stinging slap that fell. That was the first time his father had hit him so hard.

"I remember, it seems like my father hit me back then," Shaha said, scratching his head. He remembered that it was the first time his father had ever been so angry with him, and he had hit him badly. When he got home, his mother saw his injuries and hugged him and cried. He was terrified at the time and didn't understand why his father was so angry.

At this moment, Shah thought to himself, "When you asked my grandfather, he looked at me with guilt and rubbed my head. But when it's my turn to ask you, you just start hitting me."

“Yes, I hit you.” Laka sighed. “That’s why I’m not as good as your grandfather. When you asked me, I completely understood the look in your grandfather’s eyes. I felt a sense of unease and helplessness. I felt fear and anger at myself for not being able to give a better answer to my descendants. I can’t weave another golden lie like him. I can only use anger and rage to cover up my own incompetence.”

"By abruptly interrupting your question, I was actually breaking a string in my heart that was about to snap."

After Laka finished speaking, the two fell silent for a long time, seemingly recalling a similar scene from more than a decade ago.

A long silence fell between father and son. The afternoon sun moved slowly across the room floor, and dust particles floated in the air. Time seemed to flow backward, merging the questions of two children from different times about God and His favor.

"So, Father, what is your obsession?" After a moment, Shaha suddenly spoke. After listening to his father's story, he roughly understood what his father's obsession was, but he was not sure yet, so he wanted to ask.

"After saying all that, my obsession is actually quite simple. It's not about hoping that the ancient Naga bloodline will help us rise in caste, nor is it about pursuing nobility. It's because..." At this point, Raka's expression suddenly softened. He smiled gently, a smile filled with longing. "I hope that one day, when Suleisa and Levi's child is born, whether it's a boy or a girl, and they grow up to be four or five years old, able to run and jump, and asking 'why' all the time, I will build them a small but absolutely exquisite Naga shrine, decorated with the finest gold. I will take them there, like all grandfathers with their grandchildren, to worship and pray."

"When that child looked at me with clear, trusting eyes, took my hand, and asked, 'Grandfather, since we are so sincere, will the gods like me and bless me?'"

At this point, Laka's voice became exceptionally gentle and resolute: "At that time, I will smile and hug him, and without hesitation, in the most certain tone, I will say to him, 'Child, God loves you. You are the person He favors most in this world. He will grant you great power, making you different from others. You don't have to feel inferior from birth. You will live a happy life without sorrow.'"

"Because God loves you."

As he said this, Laka smiled kindly, as if he could truly see a future day when he was holding his grandson's hand and the child asked him this question. He wouldn't have to remain silent with guilt and unease, nor would he have to hide his anger and resentment because of his own incompetence.

He imagined he would have laughed heartily, then gently held the child in his arms, and firmly told him that those he loved also loved him, and that all his prayers in this world would be answered.

Upon hearing this, Shaha fell completely silent. He suddenly felt a pang of sadness, perhaps because his father had told such a story so well. Of course, he was also touched by the rare vulnerability and deep-seated tenderness his father had revealed. He remembered how, when he was five years old, he had been beaten by his father and was lying in his mother's arms crying while his father stood silently outside. He thought that his father must have felt guilty at that time.

He then thought of how good his father had been to him, entrusting him with the management of all the shops and businesses in town from a young age, and giving him almost complete control over the finances.

He thought, why not just let it go, and fulfill his father's obsession, even if it's a bit of a pity for his sister's appearance.

Shah took a deep breath, looked up, and prepared to tell his father that he had agreed to let Suleisha marry Levi.

However, a moment later, he changed his mind.

Before he could speak, Laka turned to him and said, "My son, I know why you came to discuss Suleisa's marriage with me. Besides your ambition, are you afraid that I will leave all the family property to Levi and Suleisa's children in the future?"

"Not at all. The wealth was all built by my father. You can pass it on to whomever you want. Your son has no objections," Shah said somewhat stiffly.

"I see. My son is indeed sensible." Laka sighed, then said, "I won't go to extremes like some people in history who pass all their assets to their grandsons who have the blood of Naguta. How about this, half of the family fortune will be left to Li Wei and Suleisa's children, forty percent will be left to you, and the remaining ten percent will be left to your younger brothers and sisters. That's how it will be distributed."

"Leave 40% to me?" Upon hearing this, Shaha felt inexplicably angry. He clenched his fists, and all his previous thoughts of helping his father fulfill his obsession vanished.

The child hasn't even been born yet, and the father is already so biased. He is the eldest son and should inherit most of the family property. Moreover, he has been managing the business for the past two years. But now the father wants to leave half of the business to the unborn child.

This is just the beginning. After that child is born, the father's affection for him will increase, and he might not leave him even a tenth of the family fortune, but give it all to his beloved grandson.

Alright, let's stop talking about fulfilling our obsessions and stop talking about agreeing with things.

Thinking of this, Shaha raised his head and said heavily, "Father, you can leave the family property to whomever you want, but I must remind you that the child's surname is Naguta, not Moyat."

"I must also remind you," Laka retorted firmly, "that child will have Moyate's blood in him, and my blood too; he's my blood relative!"

"Father!" Shaha cried out anxiously. He wanted to say something, but didn't know how to persuade his father to change his mind. Finally, he thought for a moment and said, "Think about my sister. With her looks, would she be willing to marry such a good-for-nothing who only has blood ties?"

"I gave birth to her, raised her, and gave her the best of everything. She has no right to say no, and it's not her turn." At this moment, Raka's eyes were cold, as if his kind smile just now was only a fleeting moment, and in the blink of an eye he had turned into a cold-blooded and ruthless father.

Shaha sighed; he knew he couldn't persuade his father in a short time. But he wasn't in a hurry.

He consulted with his sister, and based on his understanding of her, Suleisa certainly wouldn't want to marry someone like Levi.

If his sister agrees, he can easily get Li Wei to leave on his own with a little trick.

This way, he could ensure that the family fortune remained in his own hands to the greatest extent possible, while his sister's marriage to Piro would also make the family business prosper, killing two birds with one stone.

He also doesn't need to worry about a future grandson of the ancient Ta bloodline who hasn't even been born yet competing with him for the family fortune.