Chapter 33 Is this our son?
She reached out and touched Zhizhi's hair, her tone revealing undisguised favoritism.
"You're used to favoring boys over girls. I've never even received a chicken leg in my life. What's wrong with my daughter eating one? She doesn't even eat two. She's so sensible!"
Huifang originally wanted to use Commander Jiang to get herself a good job, but now she has no work assigned to her.
She was still seething with anger, and now she looked at Deng Qiu and her daughter with hatred as if they were thorns in her side.
"Little sister, are you talking about us, not the child? You just hate us for not letting you register your household registration back then, so you won't arrange a job for me. Aren't you being a bit too vengeful?"
"Huifang, shut up!"
The older brother scolded and tried to stop him, but Huifang was very unhappy to see her son crying and making a fuss.
"Don't stop me!"
Huifang pointed at Deng Qiu's nose and said, "Although your parents didn't give you a house, they still raised you all these years. You should know how to be grateful. You gave birth to a daughter, and daughters should give way to sons. That's how it's always been done. Don't think that just because you married a regimental commander, you can go back to your parents' home and boss them around!"
"Enough!"
Deng Chun's face was so dark it was almost dripping with water, and he slapped Hui Fang across the face.
"I told you to shut up!"
Huifang covered her swollen face, her mouth bleeding from the slap, and looked at Deng Chunshi with disbelief in her eyes, "You dare hit me?!"
She suddenly went berserk, tearing her hair apart and screaming, "I'm not living with you anymore! I want a divorce!"
As she spoke, she carried the child upstairs.
Sang Zhizhi stared in astonishment at the sudden turn of events before her.
Is my aunt's mouth really ulcerated?
This retribution came way too fast.
Deng Chun slumped into a chair, his face extremely pale.
At this point, Deng's father threw down his chopsticks, exclaiming, "Can't you just let me eat a meal in peace every single day!"
Although he was reprimanding Deng Chun, his implication was that Deng Qiu was being unreasonable, refusing to help with anything at her parents' home and even causing conflict between her brother and sister-in-law.
Deng Qiu remained calm, as if he had anticipated this scene.
“I didn’t tell my brother to hit someone. Zhizhi didn’t do anything wrong. She’s eaten and gone back to her parents’ home. If you don’t want to see me, I won’t come again.”
As she spoke, she turned to her daughter and asked, "Zhizhi, are you full? If you are, let's go."
Sang Zhizhi picked up a napkin, wiped her mouth, and nodded understandingly.
Deng's mother stood up to explain, "Xiao Qiu, your father didn't mean it that way, you..."
"Mom, I'm way past the age of feeling sad about your favoritism."
Deng Qiu picked up her daughter and slowly looked at her elderly mother. "Back then, I begged you to let me and Zhizhi register our household registration, but your whole family refused. Now I've returned to Suzhou University as a teacher. I didn't rely on my family at all. In fact, my family owes me more. So you don't need to mention any favors to me anymore. I think that going to the countryside back then is enough to repay the kindness of raising me all these years."
The words were spoken calmly, but the underlying meaning was clear to everyone present.
Deng Qiu gave up her position as a teacher at Suzhou University to take the blame for her family and go to the countryside. Who knew that her family members not only did not know how to be grateful, but also kicked her when she was down the most.
Now that she's married to a military officer and is enjoying great success, how could she possibly forget everything from the past just because her parents, brother, and sister-in-law gave her a kind look?
Hearing these words, Deng Chun's face turned pale and then red, and he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
Mr. Deng looked grave and opened his mouth as if to explain.
But he knew perfectly well that no matter what he said, it would be to no avail.
"Your mother and I are getting old. Do you really want to cut ties with us?"
Seeing that his daughter remained unmoved, Mr. Deng sighed, feeling as if a cold wind had blown into his chest. "I'll see you off."
As Deng Qiu watched his elderly father slowly walk out with his cane, a heavy weight seemed to press down on his chest.
She used to hate her parents for being biased, but she doesn't anymore.
Because she now has her own home and no longer needs to go back to her parents' home to beg for food.
Outside the Deng Family Villa
Deng's mother's eyes were red, and she had a lot to say to her daughter, but when she finally held her daughter's hand, she found that her daughter's hand was terribly cold.
Mother and daughter should be the closest and most intimate relationship in the world.
But she could only obey her husband's decision and watch helplessly as she abandoned her daughter time and time again.
Now, her daughter is not close to her family, and no matter how much she says, she can't salvage the family relationship.
Deng Qiu slowly withdrew her hand. "That's enough for now. We're going back."
"etc!"
In the end, Deng's mother couldn't help but call out to them. She carefully looked at the new son-in-law's expression and said, "Anchao... our Deng Qiu has been sensible since she was a child and has suffered a lot. You two should live together well. If you can't live together one day, don't quarrel or fight. Just send her back."
Deng Qiu was stunned; she never expected her mother to say such a thing.
Her heart felt like it was stuffed with a wad of soaked cotton, neither going up nor down, making her feel suffocated and uncomfortable.
Jiang Anchao nodded repeatedly, "Don't worry, I will live a good life with her, and that day will never come."
With Mr. and Mrs. Deng not present, Mr. Deng rarely showed his true emotions. He kept a straight face, but his voice suddenly seemed to have aged considerably.
“I know you resent that your family is unfair to you. Since the family property has been given to your eldest and second eldest brothers, you will naturally not need to contribute money or effort in your old age. Your parents raised you and hope that you will come back to visit more often... This will always be your home.”
Despite feeling a pang of sadness at her father's well-intentioned gesture, Deng Qiu remained silent.
They won't let her register her household registration, so what does that mean for her home?
Will she be able to come back?
Deng Qiu forced a smile. "It's windy outside, you should go inside. Don't bother seeing me off."
Jiang Anchao placed Zhizhi on the front bar of the bicycle, where Deng Qiu had sewn a cotton pad, just big enough for the child to sit on.
The family of three slowly walked away.
They didn't notice at all that two elderly people were standing across the street, taking a stroll after finishing their meal.
"Old man, is that our son?"
Grandma Jiang squinted, trying to see clearly, but her eyesight was failing due to her age, and she could only vaguely make out the general outline.
Jiang Huiqing walked home with his hands behind his back like a stubborn mule. "Your son is back here? Are you kidding me? He wouldn't even come to apologize to our old neighbors. You must have seen wrong!"
"No... why does it look so similar to me?"
Although Grandma Jiang's hair was gray, she was dressed neatly and cleanly. Not giving up, she looked at her more carefully.
This time she was so excited that she patted the old man next to her, "It's our son! I might not recognize him, but do you think I don't recognize my little treasure, Zhizhi? He's wearing a pink floral jacket, and today he's wearing two braids. He's wearing the same white leather shoes we wore when we first met. Look, look!"
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