Lin Bai blew her nose slightly, her voice hoarse, "I've told him that I need to work hard to earn money so that I can send him abroad to see the world, and he can learn more skills so that he won't be unable to receive a better education because of a lack of money. I've told him this countless times, but he just won't listen."

Lin Baiwei felt so helpless. Sometimes she really thought her son was being disrespectful. She was so tired that she felt like she was going to vomit blood. Sometimes she couldn't even open her eyes properly. But her son still thought his grandmother was good and that she was a bad mother.

Whenever Lin Baiwei thinks about these things, she has the idea of ​​leaving her son behind and living a free and unrestrained life on her own.

But when she thought about the hardship and danger of giving birth to Xiao Jie, Lin Baiwei couldn't bear to part with him. She was also worried that if Xiao Jie stayed with her husband, the child's life would be ruined. She couldn't be irresponsible.

Ye Qingqing sensed Lin Baiwei's grievance and couldn't help but laugh. "Do you think Xiao Jie, at five years old, can understand all your long-winded explanations? All that you said isn't as charming as his grandma's fried chicken leg. I just told you, children think about problems very simply and intuitively, not as complicatedly as we adults."

She continued, "No matter how hard or wronged you are outside, it's a fact that you haven't been spending time with Xiao Jie. If Xiao Jie were an adult, he might understand your helplessness, but he's only five years old. He can't understand. He only knows that his grandma is the best to him. She plays with him every day, makes him delicious fried chicken legs, and doesn't care if he watches TV. So you are obviously a bad mother."

Lin Baiwei looked thoughtful. Ye Qingqing's words had given her a lot of inspiration. It seemed that she had indeed been thinking too one-sidedly and was not being fair to her son.

Ye Qingqing added, "There's another problem. Perhaps I'm being cynical, but judging from your mother-in-law's character, it probably exists."

"What's the problem?" Lin Bai asked.

“You spend more time outside than at home. Your mother-in-law is the one taking care of Xiao Jie. If she often speaks ill of you to Xiao Jie, do you think Xiao Jie will still like you?”

Ye Qingqing wasn't just making things up. She had overheard the old lady grumbling about Lin Baiwei to Xiao Jie several times, saying some really unpleasant things. So she didn't say anything to upset Lin Baiwei.

Lin Bai was slightly taken aback, somewhat disbelieving. "It shouldn't be that bad, right?"

Given her upbringing and character, it's truly difficult for her to understand this kind of thing.

Ye Qingqing smiled, called over Little Pig, whispered a few words in his ear, Little Pig nodded, went back to play with stones with Xiao Jie, and then asked casually, "Do you like Grandma more or Mom more?"

“Grandma,” Xiao Jie answered without hesitation.

Although Lin Baiwei was mentally prepared, she still felt upset and bit her lip tightly.

The little pig asked again, "Why don't you like Mommy? I love my mommy very much."

Xiao Jie replied, "Grandma said Mom doesn't like me. She likes to go out and play. Grandma also said that if I like Mom, she won't make me fried chicken legs anymore."

Lin Baiwei's face turned deathly pale with anger, and her lips trembled.

She hadn't wanted to be suspicious of her mother-in-law, but while she treated her as a gentleman, her mother-in-law treated her like a fool.

"Don't be angry. This kind of thing is normal. You're highly educated, so you always think that others are as cultured and refined as you are. But you're wrong. There are countless shameless people in this world. You can't talk to these kinds of people about manners," Ye Qingqing reminded her.