She doesn't know the meaning of speaking discreetly; she speaks ill of people to their faces, without any politeness, and through gritted teeth.
The way she was staring at Zhou Zhengchu at that moment made it seem as if he were a traitor who might betray her at any moment.
Zhou Zhengchu remembered that Aunt Qin did indeed have designs on his father. When he was young, she would often come to the Zhou family during holidays. She was very good at pretending to be nice to everyone and would buy him a lot of toys.
Upon seeing the wounds on his body, they would feign surprise, then call over others and say with feigned concern, "How could you have so many wounds?"
He coldly withdrew his hand, his cold eyes staring at her silently: "It's none of your business."
That day was naturally chaotic and disorderly.
He didn't actually know what happened after that. His father took him away, and he didn't see his mother for a long time.
When spring came the following year, he was sent back to her side, and she still looked at him with cold eyes.
"You went to tell on me?"
"Whatever you want. I didn't want to support you anyway, so this is perfect."
He was very young then, only five or six years old. What could he do? He couldn't do anything; he could only accept the decisions of the adults.
He burst into tears uncontrollably, rushed to her side, hugged her legs, and sobbed as he explained, "Mother, I...I didn't tell anyone, I didn't say anything, you can do whatever you want with me."
The woman simply pushed him away coldly, as if annoyed, saying, "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep, don't bother me."
From that day on, he could only go back home on weekends. He would return to her side, glance at her from a distance, and then carefully walk up to her.
so.
Zhou Zhengchu also disliked Qin Qin very much, and even now, he still loathes her feigned concern for him back then.
If it weren't for Qin Qin, he wouldn't have been separated from his mother back then, and he wouldn't have only been able to see her on weekends.
Coming to his senses, Zhou Zhengchu looked at his mother and said sincerely, "I'm not familiar with them."
He paused, then added, "There will be no further contact."
He didn't hide these two sentences from Qin Zhao and Qin Qin, and didn't care if they were overheard.
Qin Zhao was naturally indifferent; he knew about his sister's little schemes.
After all these years, he still has that pretentious personality.
He neither thought much of it nor said anything.
Qin Qin's expression turned sour. She looked at Jiang Yue's back and saw that after so many years, there was no trace of the hardships of life on her face.
There probably aren't any worries.
That's why their faces are always carefree.
Qin Qin used to be jealous of her, jealous that Zhou Ji was her husband, and she had nothing to say to her. She was also jealous that she had an outstanding and filial son.
He was jealous of her beauty.
Later, Qin Qin could comfort herself by saying that she was a fool and had a mental illness, but what use was it even if she had so much?
She's stupid.
But now it seems that even if she's not mentally sharp, she's still very happy.
Even though Zhou Zhengchu was treated that way by her back then, he still protects her in every way now.
As Jiang Yue and Zhou Zhengchu were about to leave, Qin Zhao suddenly called out to them, "It seems Mrs. Zhou dislikes me very much."
Jiang Yue stopped and couldn't help but turn around.
She wouldn't extend her love to everything associated with him, but she would hate everything associated with him, and she wouldn't give Qin Zhao a friendly look either: "Yes, I hate you."
Qin Zhao was very curious: "I don't have any grudges against Mrs. Zhou, so why does she dislike me?"
Without hesitation, she bluntly stated: "You look wicked. You're my husband's mortal enemy, and your sister is trying to steal him from me."
That last sentence made Qin Qin, who always wore a mask, look embarrassed. She really had something wrong with her brain; how could she talk like that!
How shameful!
Qin Zhao didn't feel offended, but rather found it somewhat absurd.
Jiang Yue seemed unwilling to tolerate it any longer. She pulled along those on her side, as if they shared a common hatred, and said, "Let's go, let's ignore these annoying people."
Qin Zhao looked at her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. After the woman walked away, he suddenly said, "Zhou Ji's wife is quite interesting."
The two of them seem to be a good match in terms of personality.
One is aloof and reserved, the other is straightforward and outspoken.
Qin Qin forced a smile, still feeling ashamed of what they had just said, her nails digging deeply into her palms, unable to speak.
After leaving the mall, Jiang Yue still seemed angry and didn't want to talk to anyone for a long time.
Looking at her tightly pursed lips, Zhou Zhengchu felt uneasy. He opened his mouth and said, "Mother."
I originally wanted to tell her not to get upset over something so unworthy. But when I got to the point of saying it, I was afraid of adding fuel to the fire.
He asked, "Want to go see a movie?"
Jiang Yue said coldly, "I won't look!"
When her temper flares up, she turns into an unreasonable child again, and once she says she's angry, she stays angry forever.
I'm so angry I could explode, but I don't know who to vent my anger on.
She really, really dislikes Qin Qin, but that doesn't stop everyone from liking Qin Qin, thinking she's well-educated, reasonable, good-tempered, and capable.
He's better than her in every way.
They were also more reasonable than her in every way.
She knew she had a bad temper and wasn't very likable, but was Qin Qin any better?
Pretending to be something you're not.
Seeing Zhou Zhengchu reminded Jiang Yue of the past, and she couldn't help but take her anger out on him. Even when he came closer to her, she couldn't help but push him away.
She got a severe beating that time because of Qin Qin's words.
Zhou Ji's parents never liked her.
This incident made me dislike her even more.
That's not all; they left her alone in the villa, and the servants there didn't seem to like her much either.
No one spoke to her, and no one knew what she wanted.
She gazes at the scenery outside the window every day, not knowing what she is waiting for, simply waiting.
Spring goes and autumn comes again.
Zhou Ji didn't come to see her every day; he was very busy, and work was always more important than her.
She didn't like being alone in the villa at all, and no one would talk to her.
Moreover, she herself had forgotten that she had laid a hand on Zhou Zhengchu; she had truly forgotten.
That memory is also vague to her.
She lost control.
She is wrong.
But such punishment would be cruel to her.
As Jiang Yue thought about the past, her emotions fluctuated, and her face turned red and white, making her look rather unwell.
Seeing that his mother looked unwell, Zhou Zhengchu became anxious. Ignoring her disgust, he grabbed her hand and said, "Don't be angry. We won't see them again."
She forcefully shook off his hand, staring at him with red eyes, "You and she are in cahoots. Don't think I don't know that you and she ganged up on me back then."
"I knew you held a grudge against me."
"How could you be so kind as to not hold a grudge against what I did to you?"
"Let me go! Let me go!!!"
Zhou Zhengchu's expression was cold and stern. He knew that she was having another episode and there was no way he would let go of her now.
She only loses control of her emotions when she is provoked.
He was somewhat annoyed that his mother had seen Qin Qin; in public, her voice had already attracted the attention of others around them.
Zhou Zhengchu's eyes were bloodshot. He said, "I really don't hate you."
She still didn't believe it, and her pale face gradually turned red with emotion. She couldn't push him away.
Her son is already very tall.
Strong enough to control her.
Despite her weakness, she struggled and thrashed in his arms, crying out, "You're taking revenge on me! Everything you've done is to get back at me! You treat her like your mother, don't you?! If you don't love me, let me go!!! I don't want you! Go call someone else 'Mom'! I never want a child like you again!"
Zhou Zhengchu felt as if his heart had been pierced through, bleeding continuously. More than these heartbreaking words, he was worried about his mother's health.
The doctor said she shouldn't get emotionally agitated.
Intense emotional fluctuations would hurt her.
As Jiang Yue spoke, she couldn't help but recall those dark and hopeless days from the past.
She pushed too hard, and when she ran out of strength, her eyelids rolled back, and her body gradually lost its strength. She fell backward and fainted.
Zhou Zhengchu caught his mother, carried the unconscious woman into the car, his face cold and icy, and sternly ordered the driver: "To the hospital."
The driver had never seen the young master with such a cold expression and was startled, barely able to start the car.
I hurriedly started the car.
He was then coldly reprimanded: "Drive faster!"
The driver quickly replied, "Yes, yes, yes."
Upon arriving at the hospital, Zhou Zhengchu carried the person directly to the emergency room. Fortunately, after examination, there was no serious problem, and all the body's vital signs were fine.
only--
“Your mother’s health is already a bit weaker than others, so you must take good care of her emotional state and prevent her from experiencing extreme highs and lows.” After a pause, the doctor made an inappropriate analogy: “She is like glass right now, very fragile, so don’t upset her.”
Her body remains a mystery.
Since medicine cannot explain it, it cannot provide a targeted treatment.
If the situation gets out of control, they are not sure if they can save the person.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhengchu's expression became even more solemn.
"Thank you for your help."
"You're welcome."
Zhou Zhengchu arranged for his mother to be admitted to the hospital. He was in no hurry to tell his father, and sometimes he felt a bit of hatred and jealousy towards his father.
The father received all of the mother's love.
But they didn't really care.
But even as he watched her longingly, she wouldn't let a single drop fall through her fingers.
Zhou Zhengchu sat by the hospital bed, quietly watching the person who was already asleep. He had just received a sedative injection, and now he looked just like he was asleep.
He had heard about the love between his parents.
It's fair to say that there has never been any mutual love between us, from the very beginning until now.
This relationship was not honorable.
The mother's methods were also dishonest.
His existence was from the very beginning to be a tool to be used. Her mother got pregnant with him through a one-night stand and married his father as she wished.
Then.
And so it is now, each with its own tragedy.
Sometimes Zhou Zhengchu felt sorry for his father, who had to spend his life with someone he didn't really love.
Zhou Zhengchu raised his hand, his fingertips trembling, and gently touched his mother's face. Only at times like this could he enjoy quiet time with his mother.
Only then can he obtain what he perceives as a little bit of warmth.
Zhou Zhengchu wanted to cut open his mother's chest and take a closer look at her heart.
Is this heart red or black?
Is the blood flowing from your body red or black?
When I was covered in wounds, the pain was excruciating, and tears streamed silently down my face.
Even though I was young then, I knew I couldn't scream or cry in front of others.
Otherwise, his mother would not be able to continue living with him.
Therefore, he was always able to endure it very well.
Actually, she didn't really hurt him that many times, only a few times, and he could tell that she couldn't control herself at those times.
So when Zhou Zhengchu said he didn't blame her, he really didn't.
"Mom," the young man murmured softly, but the person sleeping quietly in the hospital bed couldn't hear him.
Zhou Zhengchu would only call her "Mom" cautiously at times like this, because she would be asleep and wouldn't get angry.
Zhou Zhengchu held his mother's hand tightly, and hot tears fell silently from his eyes. He had never cried like this since he grew up and became sensible.
Tears are a useless luxury.
If I burn myself, I will also hurt her.
He often felt that his mother loved him, and this was not just self-comfort or brainwashing.
His mother was always like a child who never grew up, and of course, she never learned how to take good care of a child.
But when he was five or six years old, when she was still lucid, on a sunny spring day, she would gently help him get dressed and make him look very cute.
She would also put a hat she had crocheted herself on his head.
Bend down and kiss him.
Just like... just like that photo that's displayed in the office today, so gentle, with love in her eyes.
She is sick.
She is already very pitiful.
Zhou Zhengchu always told himself that he could no longer be too harsh on a patient.
Blame Qin Qin.
If Qin Qin hadn't shown up today, her mother wouldn't have remembered those unpleasant things from the past, and she wouldn't have fainted from anger.
Zhou Zhengchu's expression turned cold.
The person on the bed showed faint signs of waking up. He composed himself, his cold expression vanishing, and returned to normal.
When Jiang Yue woke up, she only felt a headache.
Her groggy head and blank eyes slowly regained focus. She recognized him and thought to herself, "Oh, this is my son."
She slowly sat up, looking a little confused. "How did I get here?"
Cold, white walls.
The unpleasant smell of disinfectant alcohol.
Zhou Zhengchu knew from his mother's words that she had forgotten what had just happened and the things she had said hysterically.
Unpleasant memories.
It won't linger in her mind.
This is actually a good thing.
She didn't remember her hatred for him, her disgust for him, or the words that had just hurt him so deeply.
That's perfect.
Because he will forget too.
He will only remember the good things she did for him.
Zhou Zhengchu said without changing his expression, "You fainted."
He paused for a moment, then continued, "The doctor said there's nothing wrong, and I can be discharged after the IV drip is finished."
Jiang Yue said "oh," turned her head to look out the window, and after a while looked back at him.
"I don't like being in the hospital."
“I know, Mother.”
"They all say I'm sick, but I don't think I'm sick. What do you think?"
I don't think so either.
Zhou Zhengchu smiled at her and spoke to her gently.
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