Zhou Zhengchu returned to school. With graduation approaching, he didn't actually have many classes left. He had originally planned to pursue further studies abroad and had even chosen a school, but ultimately decided to give up.

His sick mother needs him.

From childhood, Zhou Zhengchu had become accustomed to the hatred in those eyes. His mother gave birth to him only because she thought that this would make his father develop feelings for her.

But love is love, and not loving is not loving.

In fact, over the years, my father has never had anyone else by his side. He is without desires and has a pure and simple heart, as if he will never fall in love with anyone else in this life.

Zhou Zhengchu felt that this was the best possible outcome, but his mother was still not satisfied.

She seems to live for love.

So over the years, her soul has slowly withered away, and her health has deteriorated.

Zhou Zhengchu hated her, yet he couldn't help but love her.

Back at school, he looked so unwell that his roommates didn't talk to him. He was quiet and had no interest in playing games.

After a moment, he casually suggested, "We're about to graduate, how about we get together tonight?"

The others naturally had no objections.

Zhou Zhengchu returned to school to pick up some things. Everyone knew that his identity was different from theirs from birth, so no one expected him to agree.

Unexpectedly, he went to the bar with them.

Everyone could see that Zhou Zhengchu was in a bad mood, but no one could empathize with this powerful and influential young master. He came from a wealthy family; his father was a prominent business tycoon in Beijing, and his grandfather was a high-ranking official who had recently retired. They were not ordinary people.

When you drink too much, you start to say things you wouldn't normally dare to say.

The man, slightly drunk, put his arm around him and said, "I was wondering why you always seem so unhappy? You know we have a nickname for you behind your back: 'Unhappy'!"

Zhou Zhengchu held the wine glass but didn't touch it.

He had always been a model student, virtuous and academically excellent, who neither smoked, drank, nor gambled, living like a programmed robot with no bad qualities.

He didn't say anything.

My roommate was still grinning foolishly when he continued, "They saw your mom at the school gate last time. She's beautiful, looks like she's in her twenties."

Mentioning his mother, Zhou Zhengchu's expression changed. He coldly removed his hand and looked at them coldly: "Don't mention her."

The roommate was confused. "We didn't say anything bad, did we? Do you and your mom not get along? But your mom seems even colder than you."

Zhou Zhengchu's mother is very mysterious.

He has rarely appeared in public in recent years.

So much so that people suspected that Zhou Zhengchu's parents had divorced, after all, the news from a few years ago about her mother going crazy and hiring someone to hit other people was still fresh in everyone's memory.

In the end, however, he was able to escape unscathed from the courtroom.

There has been no further news.

They assumed that Zhou Zhengchu had such a mother, and that he disliked her so much that he didn't want her to mention it.

"However, your mother's way of doing things is a bit..."

"What is it?" Zhou Zhengchu looked over coldly, and the other party was so frightened by this look that he dared not say anything more.

Zhou Zhengchu stood up, grabbed his coat, and uttered cold words: "Watch your mouth."

Even though he hadn't been drinking, he reeked of alcohol.

The driver asked him if he was going back to school or home.

Zhou Zhengchu leaned back in his chair and slowly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were bloodshot. He didn't know why he was so sad.

It was as if the whole world knew he was an unloved child.

Zhou Zhengchu snapped out of his daze. "Go home. I want to see my mother."

When he was little, he didn't see his mother often.

She would hit him, scold him, and ignore him as if he were invisible. Her father couldn't stand it anymore and stopped clinging to the unrealistic expectation of a deep bond between mother and son. He took him back to the old house.

He would only ask his father about it after he had achieved excellent grades.

"I want to see my mother."

Sometimes.

Sometimes it doesn't work.

Now, he is no longer bound by those restrictions.

It was late at night when I got home, and the lights upstairs were still on.

Zhou Zhengchu originally wanted to go to the master bedroom, but the smell of alcohol on him still lingered. He remembered that his mother didn't like the smell of alcohol.

Is Mother asleep?

"Madam woke up in the afternoon, took her medicine, and went back to sleep. She just woke up now, so I'm afraid she won't be able to fall back asleep."

"Um."

Zhou Zhengchu returned to his bedroom, took a shower and changed his clothes. The young man in the mirror was incomparably handsome. He had inherited the best features from his parents, so his face was naturally flawless.

My father is away on a business trip and hasn't come back.

When Zhou Zhengchu pushed open the door to the master bedroom and met those indifferent eyes, he no longer felt any heartache.

She was lying on the bed, holding the remote control in her hand.

The tiny cut on my fingertip has been carefully treated.

He took a step forward. His vengeful mother, perhaps still holding a grudge about the truth he had spoken that afternoon, said to him indifferently, "Get out."

Zhou Zhengchu seemed not to hear, went inside and closed the door.

He looked at her: "Can't you sleep, Mother?"

The woman turned her face away from him and said, "I'm not talking to you. I hate you."

She is very willful.

Being willful can be described as childish.

They are vengeful and hold grudges.

Zhou Zhengchu walked over, took her hand, lifted her slender fingers, and said that the pain should subside after applying the medicine.

Zhou Zhengchu slowly lowered his hand, a calm hatred in his eyes, but what good was hatred over the vast ocean of love?

He was born unable to live without her.

He swallowed hard, his calmness almost frightening: "Mother, but I love you."