IF Line – An Unfamiliar Family of Three

Spring seems to have arrived exceptionally early this year; the branches outside the window are already a vibrant green.

A black Bentley slowly drove into the courtyard, and the exquisite wrought iron gate slowly closed.

The car door opened, revealing a man in a custom-made black suit. His face was expressionless, his eyes indifferent, and his gaze held a cold indifference that seemed to disregard everything.

The butler and servants stood by, holding their breath.

The young master is about to graduate from university this year. He actually looks more like his father, except for his eyes, which are somewhat similar to his mother's.

The man was exquisitely handsome; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say he was a product of the Creator's meticulous craftsmanship.

His skin was fair, especially under the glaring sunlight, appearing even more translucent and clear. His eyes were dark, his nose was straight, and his black hair fell across his forehead, resting against his cool and handsome features.

He felt as if he had cooled down several degrees.

The air was chilling all around, and he was tall. When he looked up, his cold gaze carried a sense of imposing authority.

Zhou Zhengchu entered the living room, with the butler following behind him. After a moment's hesitation, looking at the increasingly unfamiliar young master, the butler slowly spoke: "Madam is ill and hasn't come downstairs for the past few days."

Zhou Zhengchu's face was expressionless. He kept a straight face, hummed in response, and said in a detached tone, "I'll go upstairs to see my mother."

upstairs.

It was so quiet that it seemed like no one had ever lived there.

Over the years, even though he had grown up, the people in his memory seemed to have never changed.

His mother is still very beautiful.

She still looks young and beautiful.

She pressed herself against the glass window, blinking her glassy eyes as if looking at the scenery outside, yet also as if she wasn't seeing anything at all.

When Zhou Zhengchu came in, his leather shoes made a audible sound as they fell to the floor.

She seemed not to hear anything, not even turning her head. The lush elm trees in the yard were more important to her than her son.

Zhou Zhengchu tensed his jaw, staring intently at her back. She was slender and beautiful, wearing a nightgown, her slightly curled black hair cascading like silk across her snow-white back. Her soul seemed to be wandering outside.

Haven't seen you for a few days.

Zhou Zhengchu felt that she had lost some weight and didn't look well; she appeared sickly and slightly pale.

When Zhou Zhengchu went upstairs, he also carried the medicine with him.

It was a specially invited traditional Chinese medicine doctor who prescribed the tonics.

“Mother.” He spoke calmly, without any sign of losing control.

The woman seemed to only then notice his presence. Slowly, very slowly, she turned around, her indifferent eyes calmly falling on his face. After a short while, she looked away with a hint of disappointment.

There was no love or surprise in her eyes.

Zhou Zhengchu gripped the bowl tightly in his hand. He was no longer the child who would cling to his mother's legs and cry for her love.

He has grown up.

He walked over and placed the bowl on the small table in front of her. "It's time for you to take your medicine."

The woman looked at him and blinked slowly. She had been like this for years, not recognizing people or remembering things.

The doctor also said she was sick and her mind wasn't working well.

So he often did things that hurt others, and almost caused people to die several times.

She was locked up here.

In fact, no one here dared to mistreat her; she was still Zhou Ji's wife and Zhou Zhengchu's mother.

Their material conditions are better than most in the world.

But she didn't seem to be satisfied with that. What she wanted was her husband's love. However, although her husband came home every day and slept next to her, he didn't love her.

"I'm not sick." After saying this, the woman turned her face away, not wanting to look at him anymore, and instead looked at the tree in the yard.

Zhou Zhengchu followed her gaze and looked over, wondering what was so interesting about that tree.

He stepped forward and stood a few steps away from her, his beautiful dark eyes swirling with deep hatred and an overwhelming, almost insane, love.

No child would not love their mother.

It's his nature, and he is like that too.

Zhou Zhengchu stared at her profile: "If you don't take your medicine, you can't go out this weekend."

"They won't take a patient out."

The words uttered from that indifferent voice were also cold and detached.

Jiang Yue can only go out once a week, accompanied by maids and bodyguards, on weekends.

No sooner had Zhou Zhengchu finished speaking than a loud slap landed on his face.

A very, very heavy force.

Perhaps she had used up all her strength.

She doesn't usually exert much force, but after hitting someone, her whole body was shaking, and her fingers hurt.

A red mark quickly appeared on Zhou Zhengchu's face, which was as white as snow under the bright sunlight. It hurt, but he seemed not to feel the pain and looked up at her expressionlessly.

It was as if nothing had happened.

"Take your medicine."

"I said I'm not sick." The woman's eyelashes trembled, her gaze filled with disgust and hatred as she looked at him. "You want to kill me, don't you?"

She seemed to have made up her mind about this.

His gaze grew increasingly certain, and also increasingly wary.

She took two steps back. "You've grown up. You want revenge on me. Do you think I'll let you succeed?"

Zhou Zhengchu looked at the soup bowl that had gone cold, then at her pale face, and suddenly saw through her thoughts: "Father is away on a business trip and won't be back for the next few days. He can't come back even if you're sick. You don't need to put your body through this."

After calmly recounting this, Zhou Zhengchu seemed to smile, with a hint of malicious revenge in his voice, and said, "Father doesn't love you."

Without exception.

Zhou Zhengchu received another slap. This time, she used up all her strength, and her weak body could barely support her as she raised her hand.

The boy accepted it calmly, but out of the corner of his eye he noticed a tiny wound on her fingertip.

"Get out! I told you to get out! Can't you understand human language?! I hate you! I don't want to see you at all! I'm not your mother!!! Giving birth to you was completely useless!!! Get out! Get out!!"

The woman lost control of her emotions, and these words exhausted her. Her speech was unsteady, which ironically made others feel sorry for her.

She eventually ran out of strength and slowly slipped, but the young man caught her.

The hatred in her eyes tormented him, keeping him awake day and night, causing him unbearable pain.

I knew she wanted more than just to hear something.

He couldn't help but say it every time.

He insisted on reopening her wounds.

The woman stared at him, her body still trembling with anger. "He doesn't love me, and I never will. You can't get anything from me. I hate you, I hate you, do you hear me?"

Zhou Zhengchu clenched his fists and carried her to the bed. His expressionless face only fueled her hatred.

Over the years, Zhou Zhengchu has heard too many of these kinds of things.

The pain becomes so intense that you become numb, and then you get used to it.

His mother did not love him.

Zhou Zhengchu got up and looked at the person on the bed who was about to faint from anger: "I'll have someone come and give you your medicine. You should rest well."

After a pause, the exceptionally handsome young man continued, "Now that you're better, I'll take you to my father's company."

After saying that, the young man walked out of the room without looking back.

Downstairs, the atmosphere was deathly silent.

They were all terrified of the young master.

Although he doesn't talk much, he has a powerful presence that is hard to ignore.

"Your mother has an injury on her finger. How did you take care of her?" The sudden question startled everyone.

"The day before yesterday, when I was trimming my wife's nails, she... she... suddenly moved a couple of times, and the nail clippers accidentally cut her finger..."

The maid's voice grew softer and softer until it choked with sobs; she was terrified.

My wife has mental health issues and is not mentally sound.

Although the servants dared not neglect her, over time they inevitably became less attentive and thought she was stupid, focusing all her attention on her husband and forgetting everything else.

So they won't complain.

But they forgot that the young master was extremely picky about his wife's affairs and was always very meticulous.

Zhou Zhengchu glanced at the butler: "Replace the person."

The butler took a deep breath. "Yes."

Zhou Zhengchu had to go back to school in the afternoon. He glanced back at the direction of the stairs, then quickly looked away. He said, "My mother is asleep. Remember to give her her medicine when she wakes up."

"Madam..." The housekeeper hesitated. Madam was extremely reluctant to take medicine, always feeling that someone wanted to harm her.

Zhou Zhengchu said, "She will drink it."