Chapter 1027 Be Good to Yourself
Want to discuss something?
Song Chunxue knew that He Chuan's parents hadn't been in contact for several years, so their sudden visit to discuss something with her was understandable.
Looking at He Chuan again, Song Chunxue's eyes were cold.
"Do you want to go back to Liangzhou?" she asked directly.
"No, I don't want to go back. I've gotten used to living here these past few years, I'm completely adapted to life here." He Chuan looked down at his toes. "I wanted to talk to my mother. Now that we're doing well, if my parents want money..."
“As long as you know what you’re doing, how much you give is a matter for your family. You don’t need to discuss this with me.” Song Chunxue’s tone softened, and she patted his shoulder. “What’s given to you is given to you. I won’t interfere anymore.”
“I’m just worried that you think they are your biological parents and have forgotten how they treated you when you left them. If you go back and continue to suffer, I definitely don’t want to see Hongying being yelled at and treated like that, living a life that is not even human.”
He Chuan nodded, "I know, Mother. Mei Yang came to see me a few days ago, saying that you told him to take him out in public. How could I not know right from wrong? If you don't want to see them..."
“Let’s go. After all, they are your parents. It wasn’t easy for them to give birth to you and raise you. Although they weren’t good to you later, their kindness in raising you is greater than anything else. I certainly won’t stop you from being filial, and I certainly won’t ask you to cut off all ties with them.”
If that's the case, then what's the difference between him and the second son in his previous life?
If you were in their shoes, you would all have your own reasons.
"Oh right, I'm going into seclusion tomorrow, so I might not have time to feed the two dogs. I'll take them with me, and you guys can feed them for me," Song Chunxue said with a smile. "Actually, it's better for you to take care of them now than for me to keep them myself; they're more familiar with you."
"That's good. Having two wolfhounds at home to keep things safe is more reassuring than anything else. The children can sleep soundly at night too. Before, the children always said they didn't feel at ease when the dogs weren't in the yard." He Chuan consciously reached for the dogs' leashes.
The two of them, leading their two dogs, arrived at Hongying's house.
Before we even entered the yard, the dog tried to run inside.
"Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof!"
"The two dogs were very excited and seemed to be unwelcoming to strangers at all."
Hearing the commotion, Jiang Hongying came out of the house and went to Song Chunxue.
She looked unwell; she had probably been scolded.
Song Chunxue patted her arm, "Go cook, I can handle it."
She stepped straight into the house and saw the elderly He couple sitting in the main seat.
After not seeing them for several years, their faces showed signs of aging, and the marks of time were very obvious.
They've all gotten old.
Song Chunxue, who originally wanted to have a serious talk with them, instantly withdrew her hostility because of the white hair at their temples.
Nobody has it easy.
Regardless of their motives, some of them must have genuine intentions.
He Chuan was, after all, their own child. Even if they had been biased towards him in the past, the older they got, the more they realized the problems they had never been aware of in the first half of their lives.
At a glance, Song Chunxue could tell that although He Chuan's parents were quite hostile towards her and were putting on a show of force, they were preparing to confront him.
But when they saw He Chuan come in from the door, the elderly couple simultaneously looked away.
Song Chunxue greeted them with a slight smile, "Oh, our in-laws have arrived! How did you get here? The journey must have been difficult. Did you come by carriage or drive yourselves?"
He Chuan answered for them, "They came by donkey cart themselves, saying that the horse-drawn carriage would have cost money."
He sat on a chair to the side, looked at his parents and said gently, "I'll rent a car for you when you go back. It's too far away, so don't come again. If you want to see me, you can write a letter and have my second brother send it to you, and we'll come to you."
He Chuan's parents exchanged a glance, seemingly surprised by Song Chunxue's attitude.
Moreover, their son has already made his stance clear.
He hadn't said a word just now, and seemed unsure of how to respond.
After visiting Song Chunxue, he suddenly had an idea; he must have been instructed on something by his mother-in-law.
That ingrate! They are the biological parents, yet they treat their mother-in-law like their own mother, calling her "Mom" so naturally.
Back in Liangzhou, they hadn't heard He Chuan say so much.
"What do you mean you have to come back with us when we go back? You are my son, a child of the He family, and your children are too, they should be raised by the He family." Mother He coughed angrily.
"Cough cough cough, what kind of son goes to live with his wife's parents' home? I know the Jiang family is rich now, and you have a lot of yards and land, all belonging to Jiang Hongying's family, but we are all old. You are a child of the He family. When people get old, they should return to their hometown. Fallen leaves should return to their roots. Cough cough cough, cough cough..."
He Chuan's father's tone was much gentler, but his attitude was very clear.
"He Chuan, are you coming back with us, or are you staying here and refusing to acknowledge us?" He looked at He Chuan with a gloomy expression. "When we get old and can't walk anymore, this is the last time we'll come back to see you. If you can't bear to part with the good old days of the Jiang family, then don't acknowledge us."
He Chuan smiled wryly, "If I go back, where will I stay and what will I eat? Will you give me all your land to cultivate? Will I be able to build a yard anywhere on the land?"
"Don't you have them?"
He Chuan raised his voice in anger, "Do you know that what we have now was given to us by my mother-in-law? You want me to give up everything and go back? How can I have the face to accept that?"
"Our family's land is managed by our eldest and second eldest brothers. Do you think our second eldest brother would agree to this? I live my own life here, with no one to care for me or give me any trouble. Why do I have to go back and have to put up with your attitudes? Even when the children are bullied, they can't even talk back?"
He Chuan chuckled and said, "Then you shouldn't acknowledge me anymore. Just pretend you never had a son like me. When you die, I'll come back and give you a grand funeral, burn paper figures and horses for you, and let you live a good life in the afterlife."
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Song Chunxue quickly clarified, "Don't look at me like that. I didn't teach them this. I haven't interfered in their lives for several years. I only give them money and land, and I don't meddle in how they live their lives."
Mother He pointed at He Chuan, her voice trembling, "Isn't this what you taught him? He used to talk like this, you couldn't get a word out of him..."
"It's all because of you. A child without a mother is like a blade of grass. A child who is not loved by his father or mother is wrong no matter what he says. I'd rather fart than feel comfortable." He Chuan retorted irritably. "I'll give you twenty taels of silver so that my second and eldest brothers can take care of you when they get old. You can go back now."
Upon hearing that it was twenty taels of silver, the elderly He couple fell silent.
At least this trip wasn't a waste.
But suddenly feeling manipulated made me very uncomfortable.
He's clearly their son, so why does he have to be subservient to them?
"You think you can just fob us off with a mere twenty taels? We raised you with our own hands and feet..."
“Then I’ll give you another twenty taels,” Song Chunxue sincerely suggested. “Try to spend the forty taels of silver on your own. Be good to yourselves and buy your coffins and such in advance. Otherwise, when you get old, your son may not be willing to buy them for you.”
P.S.: The fake paper money and gold ingots sold downstairs in my apartment building have been going on sale for a month. It's right next to Dongshan Mountain, which is densely packed with graves. But half of them are martyrs' cemeteries, so I've never felt there's anything wrong with cemeteries. This time, I wish our ancestors a happy festival.
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