You Are My Rare Passion

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She wants to plead with her grandpa and ask him to forgive her.

Otherwise, let alone the Xie family's inheritance rights, she would not even be able to live in the Xie family's villa.

If grandpa cut off the father-son relationship with her father, then she would not be the granddaughter of the Xie family.

If someone who knew her knew that she was kicked out of the Xie family's house, and she was no longer the granddaughter of the Xie family, wouldn't she be laughed to death?

Xie Motong was scared.

All her decency and glory come from her status as Xie Guang's granddaughter.

If their family is kicked out of the Xie family, let alone the inheritance rights of the Xie family, it will be difficult to say whether they can live in a luxury house, drive a luxury car, and have bodyguards and servants as before.

With a pale face and a flustered expression, she knelt down at Mr. Xie's feet with a "plop", and said in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, grandpa, I didn't mean it, I just said angry words, those are not my true words, grandpa, Please forgive me, don't drive me out with my parents, my father is your own son, and I am your own granddaughter!"

"My son, my granddaughter?" Mr. Xie snorted coldly: "I only see that you care about my family property, but I don't see that you treat me like a father or a grandfather!"

"No, no," Xie Motong cried and shook his head again and again, "Grandpa, the person I love the most is you, please don't drive me away with my parents and sisters, I will obey you all from now on!"

"Yes, Dad!" Xie Wenhui also begged bitterly: "I was just confused for a while, and I didn't say anything. I never meant to worry about your family property. Dad, don't sever ties with me. You are only my son. If I sever the relationship between father and son, outsiders will definitely call me unfilial, will you still let me live?"

Mr. Xie gave him a cold look: "If you have the guts to die, I will praise you as worthy of being my seed! You should die once and show me!"

Xie Wenhui's face was ashen, his lips trembled, and he couldn't speak a word.

He had known for a long time that his father was a man who had been on the battlefield and had countless blood stains on his hands. He was used to seeing life and death parting.

But he still underestimated how cold-blooded his father was.

He takes himself too seriously.

Thinking that he was his father's only son, even if he did something wrong, his father would not really do anything to him.

It was with this thought that he dared to vent his dissatisfaction.

But he didn't expect that a mistake would cause eternal hatred.

Even though he was his father's only son, his father showed no mercy to him.

Seeing that Mr. Xie was determined to drive her out, Xie Motong almost fainted from fright.

If Mr. Xie kicked out their family because of her, wouldn't her parents and sister hate her to death?

Without the Xie family as her reliance, and being hated by her parents and sister, how will she live in the future?

She was so frightened that she kowtowed to Mr. Xie again and again, "Grandpa, I was wrong, I was really wrong, please forgive me this time, I won't dare in the future, I really won't dare in the future!"

Mr. Xie looked at her coldly and said: "Go, hand over the jewelry and house deed that your aunt left to Beibei, nothing less!"

Xie Motong's eyes lit up, and he looked up at Mr. Xie: "Grandpa, is it because I return my cousin's jewelry and house deed to my cousin, so you won't drive me and my parents and sister out?"

"I will never go back on what I say," Mr. Xie said coldly, "It was originally Beibei's stuff, and it is only natural for you to hand it over. If you don't hand it over, I will send you to the police station. Let the police teach you what you can take and what you can't take."