"Lu Ye has been left to fend for himself since he was young. He has suffered too much. No one has ever loved him, and no one has ever taught him how to be a good person. He grew up by himself, and survived many dangers. He was able to grow up because of his own efforts.
So he has an extreme personality, acts crazy, and still does what he wants, but whose fault is this? As adults, you always tell him to let go of the past and not to care too much? But the suffering and injuries he has suffered have left scars on him that will never heal. Why should he not care just because of a few words from you?
Only when the knife cuts yourself, will you feel the pain. It is also said in the quotations that if you want to know the taste of a pear, you have to change the pear and taste it yourself. You have not experienced Lu Ye's suffering, so you are not qualified to persuade him to let go of the past, let alone persuade him to forgive! "
Ruan Qiqi's tone was very calm. No matter how excited she was inside, she would not show it. During the ten years in the mental hospital, the first skill she learned was to control her emotions. She must not let the doctor see what she was thinking.
After saying that, Ruan Qiqi turned around and left the office.
Mo Qiufeng was in a very uneasy mood. He didn't expect that Lu Ye's childhood and youth were more difficult than he thought.
Ruan Qiqi was right. They had not experienced the suffering that Lu Ye had experienced, so they were indeed not qualified to persuade him to let go.
And this kid Mo Congrong has big problems with his thinking, he needs to correct it!
Mo Congrong was sitting in the office in a daze. He had just gone to see Zhang Weihong, but was criticized by the old woman. She even said that he had big problems with his thinking and asked him to read more quotations to improve his awareness.
Zhang Weihong also said that there was no possibility between them and asked him to stop wasting his time.
It's simply... outrageous!
He was dumped by an old, ugly, remarried woman, and the dumping was so undignified.
Mo Congrong felt worse than if he had swallowed a green-headed fly. He hated Lu Ye and Ruan Qiqi to death, and he also hated Zhang Weihong, but he was more unwilling to accept it.
He had already set foot in the capital and saw the dawn of hope, but he was destroyed by the crazy couple Lu Ye and Ruan Qiqi.
Bastard!
Mo Congrong gritted his teeth, wishing he could go find the couple and settle the score right away, but he didn't move.
Because he couldn't even beat Lu Ye with one hand.
The phone rang.
Mo Congrong took a deep breath and calmed himself down before answering the phone. His father’s voice came over: “Come home for dinner tonight. I have something to tell you.”
"I have to work overtime tonight and can't go back."
Mo Congrong didn't want to go home, he was not in the mood.
"I asked your boss and he said he didn't have to work overtime. I'll be waiting for you at home!"
Mo Qiufeng's tone did not allow for refusal, and he hung up the phone right after he finished speaking.
Mo Congrong had a bad feeling in his heart. Ever since he started working, his father rarely cared about him. Why did he suddenly ask him to go home this time?
That day, Mo Qiufeng left work early and went to the market to buy some meat, flour, and a cabbage, and brought them home.
Yuan Huilan had just returned home. She didn't buy any groceries. There were only two people at home, and the groceries they bought could last for two or three days. There was no need to buy them every day.
"What a strange thing! You actually went to buy groceries? Why did you buy so much?"
Yuan Huilan couldn't help but make a joke when she saw her husband bringing so many dishes home.
"We're making dumplings today, stuffed with pork and cabbage. I'll go and knead the dough."
Mo Qiufeng didn't say that it was for Lu Ye. He knew Yuan Huilan very well, and he would definitely not have packed it if he had told him.
"It's not a festival, why do you suddenly want to make dumplings? We have vegetables at home today, why don't we make them tomorrow?"
Yuan Huilan didn't want to make dumplings because she had to chop the stuffing and roll out the dough, which was so troublesome.
"I'll knead the dough and chop the stuffing, and you just wrap it."
Mo Qiufeng smiled, his tone gentle, but he did not stop, washing his hands and preparing to knead the dough.
"Oh, let me do it. You've never been in a kitchen in your life, how can you do it well?"
Yuan Huilan pushed him away in disgust and started kneading the dough herself.
Mo Qiufeng went to chop the meat, and the two of them worked together, so their speed was not slow. When Mo Congrong returned home, they were preparing to roll out the dough.
"You're back just in time. Go wash your hands and start rolling out the dough."
Mo Qiufeng's tone was still very gentle, and it was hard to tell that he was angry.
Mo Congrong breathed a sigh of relief. He went to wash his hands, then took the rolling pin and started rolling the dough. He jokingly asked, "Aunt Yuan, why are you making dumplings all of a sudden? When we were kids, you only made dumplings during festivals. My brother and I loved eating them."
"You and your brother can eat more than 30 dumplings in one meal. Making dumplings is too troublesome, otherwise I would make them every day."
Yuan Huilan talked about the past with a smile, and Mo Congrong praised her from time to time, and the atmosphere was very relaxed.
Mo Qiufeng said nothing. Although his expression was still gentle, his aura gradually turned cold.
The following picture appeared in his mind: it was the coldest day of the year, and heavy snow was falling outside. Lu Ye was standing outside alone, with snowflakes floating on him and the north wind blowing on his face.
Yuan Huilan and her two rebellious sons were in the house, happily eating dumplings, and they didn't give any to Lu Ye.
Mo Congrong, this bastard, even went to eat dumplings in front of Lu Ye. Although he was not at the scene, he could guess that this bastard must have said something unpleasant.
Put yourself in his shoes. If he were Lu Ye and was treated like this, and more than once, his personality might become more extreme, and he might even go further than Lu Ye.
"Lao Mo, why don't you speak?"
Yuan Huilan finally noticed something was wrong with her husband. Mo Qiufeng was too silent today, and something was wrong.
Mo Congrong's heart skipped a beat, and that uneasy feeling came back again.
Is his father planning to settle the score after he’s full?
"It's okay, let's make dumplings!"
Mo Qiufeng spoke in a calm voice, saying that everything would be decided after the dumplings were wrapped.
An hour later, the dumplings were finally wrapped. Mo Qiufeng counted them and found that there were more than 250 of them, which was enough.
"This many dumplings can last for several meals. I'll go cook for today."
Yuan Huilan shook her hands, she was so tired.
Mo Congrong also shook his hands. He had rolled the dough and his hands were numb.
“Let’s cook them all!”
Mo Qiufeng's tone was very calm.
"How can we finish all this? Lao Mo, what's wrong with you today? Are you unhappy at work?"
Yuan Huilan asked with concern.
"Everything is going well at work, but not at home. Go cook the dumplings. Cook them all. Don't leave any behind!"
Mo Qiufeng's tone became a little colder. Yuan Huilan had been married to him for many years and could tell that he was in a bad mood. She didn't dare to say anything and went to cook dumplings obediently.
"Congrong, come with me!"
Mo Qiufeng entered the study. His voice and tone were always calm, just like when he spoke normally, but Mo knew that his father was very angry and a storm was about to come.
He followed behind tremblingly, and after entering the study, he stood obediently.
"Close the door!"
Mo Congrong said calmly.
Mo Congrong closed the door obediently and did not dare to resist at all.
Although his father is a scholar and not as good as Lu Desheng in fighting, when his father gets angry, even Lu Desheng is afraid of him. He wonders how he has offended his father again?