Chapter 193 Don't Accuse Me Wrongly

Daliushu Village.

The dimly lit room was filled with Liu Guizhi's choked sobs.

Zhou Zhenxing sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), not saying a word, his whole body tense to the extreme.

Liu Guizhi wiped away her tears, looked at her son's pale face, and couldn't help but feel heartbroken again.

"That's your dad's fate! He's gone, but he's gone to enjoy his happiness over there. We who are still alive must live well!"

She has been comforting herself with this thought all these days.

“It’s my fault as a son for being so unfilial; I didn’t even get to see my father one last time.” Zhou Zhenxing’s hands gripped the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Thinking of her husband's regrets at the moment of his death, Liu Guizhi couldn't utter the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

"Mom, you said Su Jin sent me a telegram?" Zhou Zhenxing's voice was tense as he finally started asking about these things, because he hadn't received any telegrams from home at all.

If he had known his father was critically ill, he would have rushed back no matter what.

Liu Guizhi quickly nodded, "Yes. On the very first day your father was hospitalized, I had Xiao Jin send you a telegram."

Seeing his mother's certainty, but the fact that he hadn't received the telegram, he even wondered if Su Jin had lied to the family.

However, Liu Guizhi's next words left him speechless with astonishment.

"Why didn't you come back then? You only sent a telegram back." Liu Guizhi still had some complaints when she said this.

"I... replied to the telegram?" Zhou Zhenxing was starting to lose control of his emotions.

What exactly happened?

He neither received the telegram nor replied to it.

Could the telegram be fake, forged by Su Jin?!

Liu Guizhi couldn't understand why her son was reacting this way.

"Is that telegram still at home?" Zhou Zhenxing asked anxiously, wanting to confirm the authenticity of the telegram.

Thinking of the contents of the telegram, Liu Guizhi felt quite depressed. She said earnestly, "Zhenxing, you've been serving in the army all these years, and Xiaojin has been taking care of things at home. Especially during the days when your father was sick and passed away, I really don't know how I would have gotten through it without Xiaojin."

"Xiao Jin is a good girl. You were willing to get married before, so why can't you just live a good life with her?"

She just couldn't understand why her son would suddenly want a divorce.

Zhou Zhenxing never expected that his mother would say such a thing when he only wanted to see the telegram.

But the next second he realized something was wrong. He hadn't been home for the past two years, nor had he mentioned divorce to his parents. But now his mother seemed to know what he was thinking.

"Mom, did Su Jin tell you that I don't want to live with her anymore?"

He deliberately avoided the sensitive word "divorce," not wanting to upset his mother.

There are only the two of them at home, and besides Su Jin, there is no other possibility.

Liu Guizhi quickly spoke up for Su Jin, "Xiao Jin didn't say anything, don't wrong her."

Zhou Zhenxing's doubts deepened. "Then why do you say that?"

Liu Guizhi opened her mouth, but didn't know how to explain, so she could only get off the kang (a heated brick bed) and go to retrieve the telegram she had hidden.

When Su Jin said the telegram was lost, she actually took it.

She was illiterate, so she had to ask Xiaohuzi to find out why her son hadn't come home for the past two years.

“It’s written very clearly here, why are you asking me how I know?”

At this moment, she felt resentful towards Zhou Zhenxing. After all, he was the one who sent the telegram back, and now he was asking questions he already knew the answer to. Did he really think she, his mother, was stupid?

The moment Zhou Zhenxing opened the telegram, the blood rushed to his brain.