He devoted so much effort to his grandson that he thought he could finally fulfill his late wife's last wish, but God seemed to be playing a joke on him.

This is an omega grandson.

He had always known that Tang Bai was excellent, but he knew even more that this kind of excellence should not appear in an omega. Being independent would lead to criticism, and the road to becoming a top weapons manufacturer was too difficult.

On the day the separation results came out, he and his son had a huge quarrel.

He was disappointed that Tang Bai could not inherit his mantle.

His son pointed at his nose and cursed: "Dad! Even if my son is an omega, he can live a good life! I will work hard to earn money and save a large dowry for him! I will let him have more wealth than anyone else in the world."

Everyone wants a happy life! Please don’t sigh in front of Tangtang, okay? Please don’t regard inheriting your mantle as the most important thing in a child’s life, okay?! Not everyone can

I want to live according to your ideal life!!!”

He owed his son too much, and his son's life was interfered with by him back then.

His son said that it was up to Tangtang to choose how to go in the future, and no one needed to interfere.

But he rejected his son's suggestion.

He locked himself in the weapons research laboratory for a day and night. He kept thinking that the road to becoming a top weapons manufacturer was so difficult and dangerous. The war between the Federation and the Empire had never stopped, and the hunt for weapons manufacturers had never stopped.

It never stops. As an omega, if Tang Bai takes this path, it will be even more difficult than a normal alpha.

He needs to work dozens of times harder than Alpha, and be dozens of times better, to be able to block the crowd, and to block those open and hidden arrows.

Tang Bai was supposed to have a stable and happy life. He would grow up without worries, get married without worries, have a lot of children in the future, and live a relaxed life.

Why choose a road full of thorns?

He has already made his son hate him, should he make his grandson hate him again?

So he chose to put everything away. He hoped that Tang Bai could live a relaxed and happy life, without having to bear the heavy expectations of a bad old man like him, without suffering criticism from other people in society, and without having to worry about his life in the future.

He is a failed husband and a failed father. Will he still be a failed grandfather in the end?

He told himself that it was right to let Tang Bai become a carefree omega. He didn't tell Tang Bai why, and just rudely took away all the mechanical toys.

He thought he was doing the right thing.

Just like he once thought it was right to force his son to learn mechanics.

It's just what he thought.

If he had asked Tang Bai about his wishes and truly understood Tang Bai's hobbies, would everything have been different?

It turns out that his son really wasn't wrong. From beginning to end, he was a bad old man who didn't care about other people's feelings and made his own decisions.

His turbid eyes quietly stared at the figure operating in the weapons research room, his vision blurred by tears, and he seemed to see his wife's figure in a trance.

When pressing the secret self-destruct button, she opened her lips slightly.

——"I am boring, cynical, and inconsiderate. I won't have time to take care of you in the future. Are you sure you want to be with me?"

——"I know, I love you."

At the last moment of her life, she said I love you.

"Dad?" Mother Tang was startled by the sight of Grandpa Tang crying. She had never seen Grandpa Tang cry before, and she was so frightened that the hand she was handing out the tissue trembled slightly.

Happy birthday! My Tangtang made my old man angry! He cried!

"I, I'm going to call him out right now!"

"No need, since he likes it, let him do it." Grandpa Tang hunched over, as if he had aged ten years suddenly.

Mother Tang tremblingly took out the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill, ready to hand it over at any time.

Grandpa Tang waved his hand and sat silently on the sofa. Mother Tang did not dare to speak, so she had to send a message to Father Tang: "Hubby! Tangtang entered Dad's weapons laboratory by herself. Dad seemed to be crying because of Tangtang's anger!

What should I do now!"

After waiting for most of the day, her husband, who was busy with work, did not reply. Tang's mother was anxious and anxious. At this moment, the lights in the weapons laboratory dimmed. Tang Bai walked out of the weapons laboratory, with a flower hanging on his fingertips.

Beautiful "Butterfly".

Grandpa Tang's eyes suddenly became sharp, staring closely at the modified butterfly robot, and his cloudy eyes suddenly burst into light.

He originally thought that these years of wasted time would delay Tang Bai and waste Tang Bai's amazing weapon-making talent, but the newly released work in front of him is a reflection of Tang Bai's strength!

Tang's mother didn't know how to use the naked eye to identify the quality of weapons. She just felt that the Tang Bai in front of her suddenly seemed strange, very different from before, but she couldn't tell where this difference came from.

"Tangtang, what are you going to do?" Tang's mother asked cautiously.

Tang Bai, who was bending down to look for the sack, heard this and said softly: "Hit someone."

Tang’s mother: “…?!”

My son is rebellious! It breaks my heart! Even if he dies, I will be so angry that I cry!!!

Tang Bai found an abandoned bag and was about to go out when he was suddenly stopped by an old voice.

"Tangtang."

Tang Bai's footsteps stopped in place, and he moved his fingers that were holding the sack, and he held his neck without looking back. He could already guess what his grandfather was going to say, those "omega codes" that made his ears calluses,

Those shackles that were put on him layer by layer——

"You like mechanics, right?"

Tang Bai clenched his fists and said dullly: "Isn't it possible?"

is it not OK?

Can't I like Palulu and weapon making at the same time? Can't I live according to my preferences? Can't I use law and violence to punish bad people?

I don't want to lose the right to choose my future because of my gender when I'm only twenty years old. I'm not afraid of failure now. What I'm afraid of is what I could have done.

Then he heard Grandpa Tang's trembling response: "Of course."
Chapter completed!