Chapter 6 Chapter 6 Both father and son have the same stubborn nature. ...

Before going to bed at night, Jiang Dong's mother told Xia Li that the things used to cover the bed were all kept in the cabinet, still in the same place as before, and she knew where to get them.

Xia Li nodded, and then she came over to discuss with Jiang Dong's mother: "Mom, can Jiang Zai sleep with me tonight?"

Jiang Dong's mother looked like she was listening to a big joke, "You talk to your son yourself and see if he is willing?" On the days when Jiang Dong was not at home, Jiang Zai always slept with her. Although Xia Li was the child's biological mother, it took time to warm up a child's heart.

Not to mention that both father and son have the same stubborn nature.

Charlie also knew about this, but she was still a little dejected.

Returning to the east room, she picked out two of her old clothes from the closet and prepared to wear them tomorrow.

Afterwards, she washed up and lay down on the same bed, but she couldn't fall asleep and tossed and turned.

She always thinks of the past between her and Jiang Dong.

Actually, she didn't dislike Jiang Dong; she even liked him a little. Although, the beginning of their relationship was not what she wanted, he fell in love with her, and she reluctantly married him. To be honest, her married life was quite happy. Jiang Dong basically responded to her every request, whether it was delicious food or drinks, he would try his best to bring them to her.

Jiang Dongren wasn't ugly; he was tall and well-built, and he could earn money. She knew many older women were attracted to him. Xia Li was quite proud of her marriage; this man was quite capable. When they were together, she was beautiful, and he was tall and handsome. They were a perfect match, and she felt very proud.

At that time, she also thought that she could live a happy life with this person. But after the child was born, everything changed, and Xia Li was scared.

Everything started with the birth of the child, and Charlie's thoughts changed.

She didn't know why it was different. What she could accept before, she now couldn't bear to think about. She felt like she had fallen into an abyss. All she saw, all she thought about was fear.

Charlie was even afraid to open her eyes the next day. She was afraid that once she did, she would have to face the horrible reality.

She didn't want to accept her fate.

Sometimes when she looked at the child she had given birth to, she felt that he was a shackle, a shackle that tied her to the place where she was, tied her to the abyss, with no way out.

She began to wonder what was on the other side of the mountain, what the big city looked like, was it as prosperous as the ones on TV? She was afraid that this was it, that she would never see the other world again.

More and more, she didn't dare to think about tomorrow, whether she would still be in this place tomorrow.

She is still young, only in her early twenties. She doesn't want to be in this place when she is old, and spend her whole life in confusion.

Jiang Dong, no matter how good he was to her, he couldn't stop her from wanting to fly away. A child, even if he was her own son, couldn't control her fate so easily.

She would rather suffer and let her husband and children down than be numb and decay unconsciously.

And so, she finally left, early one morning.

Everything is quiet outside the window, and only the occasional chirping of insects can be heard.

Charlie lay in bed like this for an unknown amount of time. Just when she almost thought she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard the sound of a door opening from outside, seemingly from the direction of the main house.

For some reason, Charlie suddenly became clear-headed. She sat up and listened carefully, then quietly got out of bed and put on her clothes. She didn't dare turn on the light, so she could only grope her way to the door using the moonlight that poured into the room through the window.

She slowly opened the door and carefully peeked outside through the curtain. Sure enough, it was Jiang Dong's mother who had come out to use the bathroom. So she got ready and waited for Jiang Dong's mother to go to the bathroom, then she hurried into her room.

The lights in this room were on, so at least she didn't have to grope in the dark.

Xia Li walked straight to the bed at the back of the room and looked at the rosy little face of the sleeping ginger boy in the bed. He looked quite adorable.

She murmured softly, "Baby, baby, come sleep with Mommy." She knelt on the bed and lifted the child, along with his blanket. The child, perhaps feeling uncomfortable or something, whimpered and tried to stretch out his arms. Startled, Charlie faltered.

Jiang Dong's mother was old, and since when had she developed a habit of going to the bathroom in the middle of the night? She went out to the bathroom and checked the house. When she passed the east room, she stood at the window and listened carefully for a few seconds. When she heard nothing, she prepared to go back to her room.

However, just as she opened the curtain and before she stepped in, she was bumped into.

This was a terrible thing, and it almost scared her to death. It was already past midnight, and what kind of ghost came out of the house?

Her hands were shaking with fear when she saw that it was her eldest daughter-in-law, Xia Li. Jiang Dong's mother saw clearly what she was holding in her arms and directly hit Xia Li's back twice.

Xia Li was caught red-handed. She felt guilty, and both her arms were occupied, so she had no choice but to grin and let Jiang Dong's mother hit her a few times.

She also had a pleading expression on her face, and begged softly: "Mom, just let Jiangzai sleep with me for one night."

Could she possibly snatch the child back? "Get out," Jiang Dong's mother waved her hands in disapproval.

Now it was all right, and Charlie no longer acted like a thief. She carried the child to the west room with her head held high and her chest puffed out, as if she were holding a pride.

The next morning.

Little Ginger blinked open his eyes, still a little sleepy. After a while, he found himself sleeping in the west room. He was a little confused at first, but soon he was happy.

Dad must be back. Only when Dad comes back will he sleep with him in the west room. Thinking of his dad, the smile on the little ginger boy's face became even bigger, and his eyes became extremely bright, like little stars.

He was still lying in bed, turning his head and about to call his dad, but he found that the clothes next to him were pink, but his dad didn't have pink clothes, and the smell of the person next to him was neither his dad's nor his grandma's.

He strained his neck to see, huh? It seemed like, it seemed like the mother from yesterday.

Jiangzai didn't know what was going on and didn't know what to do. He had never slept with anyone other than his father and grandmother.

What should he do?

He was a little scared, but he was also extremely happy.

Jiang Zai doesn't remember sleeping with his mother. Although his father told him that he had always slept with his mother when he was very young, and even showed him pictures of his mother and his parents holding him, he doesn't remember anything.

However, he recognized his mother the moment she walked through the door yesterday. He was just a little scared the whole time. He had never actually seen his mother, and others had told him that his mother didn't want him anymore, so he was afraid she still didn't like him. He didn't want to make her angry, nor did he want her to dislike him.

But he remembered that his mother had made him delicious egg custard yesterday, so she must still like him a little bit.

Jiangzai kept looking up at his mother, not wanting to blink. His mother was so pretty, prettier than Mingming, Xiaosheng, and Pengpeng's mothers. Jiangzai felt very happy.

So this is what it feels like to sleep with mom. Jiangzai feels very happy. He doesn’t want to get up even if he just lies in bed all the time.

It would be nice if he could sleep with his mother all the time. Thinking of this, Jiangzai felt very sad. His little mouth pouted in grievance and his face looked pitiful.