Rong Jingxi will never know about these things in his life. To Grandma Rong, he is a confused son and unworthy of being a father. Such secrets will never be revealed, and he will not be given a single cent.
Rong Jingxi was carrying the things he bought out of the supply and marketing cooperative. He looked at the various snacks, candies, canned foods, melon seeds and peanuts, and sighed. He thought, "I'm afraid my mother won't be satisfied with these."
He turned around and went to the Friendship Store and spent all the foreign exchange coupons he had earned with great difficulty. This time he didn't care about anything else. He bought some of anything that was new and sold well.
It cost him more than 300 yuan in total, and I can't say I feel bad about it.
Grandma Rong returned to the house and said directly:
"My dear, let's go to your father's house. He hasn't given you the wedding red envelope yet. Besides, as your father, he should entertain you. I also want to see how beautiful the woman who can make him lose all sense of right and wrong and his conscience is."
Even after getting in the car, he didn't forget to say to Jiang Zimo, "Just accept the red envelope and just stay like you normally are. Got it?"
It's not that Grandma Rong is mean, it's just that they are not human beings, and they have long been disappointed. Rong Qing also agreed:
"Yes, just keep it up."
Jiang Zimo nodded: "Okay."
As for not bringing anything with him, the grandfather and grandson had a tacit understanding about it, because he was not worthy or worthy of it.
Rongjingxi is the house allocated by the unit. It is a two-story Western-style building. Not to mention it looks quite nice from the outside.
The car stopped at the door. Rong Qing looked up and some forgotten memories came back to her. She had lived here before. It was such a beautiful small villa. It looked spacious enough from the outside, but she only had a small room separated from it. Apart from a bed and a wardrobe, there was no room for anything else.
She couldn't help but laugh. She didn't bother to recall what she had been thinking at the beginning. In the end, after living there for about three years, she finally couldn't stand it anymore.
My thoughts were very simple at that time. Why should my stepson and stepdaughter live in a bright and spacious bedroom in my biological father's house, have new clothes and shoes to wear from time to time, and eat meat at the table without restraint?
She can only live in a small separate room, wear old clothes, eat vegetables, and still can't eat enough. The food is not as delicious as her grandma's cooking?
She misses grandma!
I just want to go back to my grandma!
Rong Qing ran away and took the bus to her uncle's house, and then she really returned to her grandmother.
Grandma Rong reached out and held her little hand. She was wrong during those three years. She really shouldn't have thought that the child should be raised well by her parents. It was only then that the little girl suffered the hardships she shouldn't have suffered.
The child that she had raised well returned to her like a little mouse.
Memories used to make Grandma Rong look at Rong Jingxi walking out of the yard with a fiery look in her eyes:
"What are you doing? You knocked on the door for a long time before you opened it. You said you would come, but didn't you know to wait at the door? What bride would be locked out when returning to her parents' home..."
Grandma Rong can be said to be firing on all cylinders!
Rong Jingxi was confused?
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He was stewing braised pork in the kitchen. When he heard someone knocking on the door, he ran over. He was afraid of being late, so he ran very fast.
Why did I still get scolded?
The person in front of him, dressed elegantly and gracefully, pointing her index finger at him and cursing him with harsh words, was his gentle and virtuous mother.
Rong Jingxi briefly doubted his life, worried that if he continued to curse, it would attract the attention of the neighbors, so he immediately lowered his posture and explained:
"Mom, dear mom, I was just stewing braised pork. I heard the knock on the door and came here immediately. I was even running. If you really want to make me unhappy, please come to my house and beat me up. It's not nice to be here outside like this."
"Hmph, that's not good. You still want to save face? You're not even human anymore. I think hitting you would be a waste of my emotions and energy." She glared at him.
"Don't move away, what should I do if my sweet baby is freezing?"
He took Rong Qing's hand and walked inside. As soon as he sat on the sofa, he started to order him around. He really didn't like anything about him.
Anyway, she came here to act like a sarcastic old lady, constantly finding fault in a bad tone:
"Why, how noble is your daughter-in-law?
This is the first time my mother-in-law has come to visit in over a decade, and she won't even come back? Do I have to line up a dozen cars to invite her? It's really a grander ceremony than a chief minister's."
At this moment, a gentle voice came from the yard:
"Hubby, I'm home. You've been so thoughtful today. What delicious food did you make? You must have worked so hard."
Grandma Rong suddenly felt uncomfortable in her stomach. Although she had only heard the voice but not seen the person, she was sure that this was really a vixen. She said several words in circles and took several turns. She glared at her nasty son. Is she really crazy?
Rong Jingxi has been accustomed to such voices for more than ten years, but seeing his mother's reaction, he inexplicably felt a little uncomfortable.
Grandma Rong stared at the door and soon saw a charming girl with big curly hair, wearing a woolen coat, high-heeled leather boots, with a slender and plump figure. As for her facial features, in her opinion, they were just like that, right?
It is also important that she knows how to dress and is fair-skinned, exuding a sense of tenderness that can easily arouse a man's desire to protect her.
Having lived for decades, Grandma Rong had seen all kinds of people. With just one glance, she matched her with a character that had long existed in her mind, the favored concubine from a brothel in the backyard of her home when she was a child.
She has such a delicate and artificial appearance, her body always seems to have no bones, as if she can't stand without the support of a man, and there is always a ball of cotton in her throat?
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