He would certainly not resent Grandpa Qin, but all the blame would definitely fall on Qin Zhiyou's shoulders.
Just when it seemed like their conversation was wrapping up, Qin Zhizhi thought of his trump card. His eyes were still on Grandpa Qin, but his hand rested on Cai Yiren's stomach, "Grandpa, Yiren's baby is kicking. Your great-grandchild is saying hello."
He didn't mention his own son, but spoke of the great-grandchild instead.
It was only then that Grandpa Qin turned his head, his face calm, "Four months in, indeed there should be fetal movements."
His expression seemed to convey "making a fuss over nothing," as if to say isn't that how all children are born? Though this was the first of the fourth generation, he had three children of his own and four grandchildren; he had seen it all before. They say that the youngest son and the oldest grandson are the old man's lifeblood. In other words, the other children were not valued as highly, let alone this fourth generation.