Translator: dapotaturs
Release Date: 10/23/2023
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Chen Guoliang had just finished work and was walking home, his body covered in sweat. Suddenly, a young boy rushed out in front of him, tugging at his clothes and shouting, "Uncle Chen, you need to go back quickly. There's something wrong at your home. My mom sent me to call you."
Chen Guoliang was startled. He grabbed the boy's collar, which was about to run away, and squatted down to ask, "Xiao Hu Zi, what's going on? What's happened at my house? How did your mom tell you?"
"I don't know either." Xiao Hu Zi was the son of Old Zhang, who lived downstairs from Chen Guoliang. He was only eight years old and was being directed by adults to run errands. Scratching his head, he said, "Some people came to your house, and then Aunt Cai started crying."
Upon hearing this, Chen Guoliang became anxious. Not being able to get a clear explanation from the boy, he rushed back home.
Running all the way without catching his breath, Chen Guoliang only discovered when he reached home that many people were standing on the corridor outside his house, mostly neighbors from the building.
"Old Chen is back." Seeing Chen Guoliang, the neighbors made way for him, some pulling his sleeve to say a few words, advising him to talk things out with his birth mother.
Wiping off his sweat, Chen Guoliang breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that it was his birth mother who had come, giving him a scare. However, in the next moment, he remembered what his mother usually said when she came, and a headache ensued.
Through the thin wooden door, Chen Guoliang could hear the quiet crying of his wife Cai Zhen, mixed with the sharp voice of their little girl.
He pushed open the door, swiftly entered, and then closed the door behind him, blocking the curious gazes of the neighbors outside. Although he knew they wouldn't leave and were probably still listening outside, it was better than nothing.
Upon entering, Chen Guoliang saw his mother, Chen Xiue, sitting on a chair, with his wife Cai Zhen standing with her head lowered in front of his mother, one hand holding their second daughter, Chen Fang, and crying softly.
His sister Chen Hongying and her husband Wang Dazhu stood behind their mother, acting as guards, and his sister was even holding a boy...
A boy?! Chen Guoliang's heart skipped a beat, his gaze swept around the boy. He wasn't from his brother's family, nor was he from his sister's. He was...
Chen Guoliang didn't need to express his thoughts, but his face remained unchanged. He took two steps forward, approached Chen Xiue cautiously, and said, "Mother, you didn't inform me of your visit. I should have gone to pick you up." Then he greeted Chen Hongying and Wang Dazhu.
With a stern face, the old lady retorted, "I wouldn't dare. It's good enough that you didn't kick me out when I came. How could I ask you to pick me up?"
"Mother, how could you say that?" Chen Guoliang's sweat started to pour again. "You are my mother. I'm still indebted to you. How could I chase you away?"
"Respect me?" the old lady sneered. "Old Fourth, look at your wife's attitude. Is this called respect? I haven't even warmed the seat, and she started crying. I'm not dead yet, and she's crying as if it were my funeral!"
Chen Guoliang's expression changed immediately. The old lady's words were somewhat harsh. If the elders heard her, they might scold him for being unfilial.
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