bayedsolid Chapter 144 It's Me
Chapter 144 It's Me
After arguing with Xu Xiucheng, Ji Ying went back to the master bedroom alone and locked the door.
Helpless, Xu Xiucheng could only lead his son to the second bedroom.
The son, wiping away tears, asked, "Dad, why did Mom do this to us? I don't want Mom and Dad to get divorced. I don't want to end up like DouDou, without a mom..."
Xu Xiucheng used the same patience he had for his wife on his son. He hugged his son and said, "You have to remember, every woman has those few days every month. When it gets light tomorrow, Mom will be back to normal."
The son seemed to understand but didn't quite, yet he nodded nonetheless, "Yes, I'll be good."
Xu Xiucheng smiled with satisfaction and patted his son's head. "Yes, Haosi is a good boy. It's getting late, go to bed and sleep. You have to go to kindergarten tomorrow."
Xiao Haosi obediently lay down on the bed, Xu Xiucheng tucked him in, then picked up his phone and went out.
Feeling down, I went downstairs to a nearby late-night food stall and ordered some barbecue and two bottles of beer.
While waiting for his late-night snack, he scrolled through the chat history in the group chat, which made him even more annoyed. He then called He Qiaoyun.
The call was quickly answered, and He Qiaoyun's emotionless voice came through the receiver: "What is it?"
Xu Xiucheng retorted angrily, "Mom, are you satisfied now?"
He Qiaoyun, on the other end of the phone, was baffled. "Satisfied with what?"
Xu Xiucheng vented his anger on her, "Ji Ying wants a divorce, are you satisfied now?"
He Qiaoyun chuckled speechlessly, disregarding the mother-son relationship, and said directly, "Why didn't you let her stay at that postpartum care center three years ago? What does your divorce have to do with me? You're an adult, do you expect me to follow you around and take care of your family?"
She's the one who's been wronged the most. She did everything she could to be a good person, but in the end, she's the one who has to take the blame because of his mistakes. Why should she?
Hearing this, Xu Xiucheng felt angry, aggrieved, and helpless. He propped his head up with his hand, his voice trembling with emotion, "Mom, what's wrong with you...?"
He simply couldn't understand why, since so much time had passed and every mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has their share of conflicts, and they were no longer in contact with each other, they couldn't just keep it a secret for him. Why did they have to expose it and put him in this awkward position?
Thinking about this, he was on the verge of collapse.
But He Qiaoyun calmly said, "I'm just trying to clear my name, what's wrong with that?"
Xu Xiucheng almost gritted his teeth, his words sharp and sarcastic: "Yes! Absolutely right, absolutely right! Do you know that Dad would rather have an affair with Aunt Wang than come home? It's because of you! You only ever think about yourself and never consider others! You're too selfish, you deserve a divorce!"
His words, venting his emotions, felt like countless needles pricking He Qiaoyun's ears, causing her heart to clench with pain.
Even though she knew from the beginning that her son was unfilial, she still couldn't help but feel heartbroken when she heard him say those words.
She had always taken meticulous care of her three children from childhood to adulthood, fearing that they might suffer any injustice. In the end, however, she was slandered and made worthless, even less than a disreputable mistress.
That's absolutely ridiculous.
I wish I'd never had such an ungrateful child!
Her voice trembled as she asked, "You've always thought this way, haven't you?"
After Xu Xiucheng finished scolding her, he realized that he had gone a bit too far. Hearing her sad voice, his momentum instantly weakened, and he quickly tried to make amends: "I... Mom, I've been under a lot of work pressure these days..."
He Qiaoyun scoffed and interrupted, "Don't call me Mom. You're so hung up on Wang Jinghuai, go call her Mom!"
After saying that, the call was disconnected. Xu Xiucheng was furious and his emotions exploded. He got up, overturned the table in front of him, and then threw the phone away violently, hysterically roaring, "Damn it!"
Immediately, people around him who were having a late-night snack all turned to look at him, their eyes filled with disdain, curiosity, or disgust.
Xu Xiucheng was completely unable to control his emotions. He kicked the plastic chair angrily and yelled at them, "What are you looking at!"
The onlookers were so frightened that they looked away and continued doing what they were doing.
Seeing the mess in front of him, the owner of the late-night snack stall stopped what he was doing, silently walked over, righted the tables and chairs, and sighed helplessly, "Young man, do you still want your barbecue?"
Xu Xiucheng's arrogance subsided. He bent down to pick up the phone from the ground, his back swaying as he tossed out a sentence: "I don't want it anymore."
His phone broke, and he wandered aimlessly into the street. When he got tired, he stopped by a river, squatted in a secluded corner, and cried his heart out, venting his emotions.
He is the one who has the least right to cry.
The reason he felt wronged was simply because of the shame and indignation he felt after the truth was exposed, the anger and resentment he felt after saying the wrong thing, and the fact that he had been spoiled since childhood and had his every wish fulfilled. Suddenly, the world no longer revolved around him, which made him feel wronged.
But the world is fair; cause and effect are cyclical, and this is what he deserves.
After crying his fill, he sat on the grass, watching the cold night wind sweep across the lake, his mind a jumbled mess, lost in thought.
After a long while, he got up and staggered home.
Upon entering, the room was pitch black.
After calming down, he felt hungry again and wanted to order takeout, but his phone screen was shattered into diamonds and he couldn't turn it on.
He sighed heavily, too lazy to cook anything, so he opened the refrigerator, took out a bag of toast, and ate it with milk to fill his stomach.
He then turned back to the master bedroom and found the door locked from the inside.
Left with no other choice, I took a shower and spent the night alone in the study.
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After hanging up the phone with her second son, He Qiaoyun felt very depressed and couldn't help but shed tears.
Indeed, the closer people are to each other, the more they know how to hurt others the most and the deepest.
She covered her face with her hands, sobbing silently, tears falling through her fingers and dripping onto the phone screen.
After an unknown amount of time, the phone suddenly emitted the sound of making a WeChat call.
She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, picked up her phone, and through her teary eyes saw that she had dialed Feng Jiashu's WeChat call.
Just as he was about to hang up, the call connected, and a deep male voice came through the receiver: "It's me."
He Qiaoyun's tears stopped instantly. She was flustered and couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Feng Jiashu on the other end of the phone frowned, recalling some unpleasant scenes and images, and asked with a hint of anxiety, "Has something happened?"
"No, no, I..." she hurriedly replied, "I accidentally dialed the wrong number."
Feng Jiashu noticed her voice sounded different than usual and felt inexplicably uneasy. He asked, "What's wrong? Do you have a cold? Or...?"
Cried?