Shang Ning immediately turned off the live comments, looked down at his son, and said, "When you grow up, never go into this line of work. Your dad and I will not care if you go to heaven or hell, but never go into this line of work."
There are just too many things in this industry that are hard to explain, understand, comprehend, and figure out.
Little Guoke looked at his mother with a grin, probably not understanding anything.
Shang Ning hugged him and patted him gently, kissing his fair and tender little face. "You won't let anyone come here. I don't even know how your godmother and godfather are doing. I don't even know how your uncle and aunt are doing. It's just a pinch, why are you being so dramatic?"
"Wow……"
"Okay, okay, you're wronged, you're wronged."
Seeing that Xiao Guoke had started crying again, Shang Ning hurriedly picked him up and went to the kitchen, then closed the door tightly. "My little darling, your daddy just fell asleep for a while. You should feel sorry for your parents."
The little nutshell remained unmoved and continued to cry loudly.
Jin Yining got up when she heard crying. She went to the living room but didn't see anyone, so she went straight to the kitchen, only to find that the bedroom door was locked.
"Ningning, open the door..."
Shang Ning looked at her son helplessly; he had indeed woken up.
"He's fine, you go to sleep." Shang Ning said helplessly. If her son continued like this, she would either go crazy or become depressed.
Shang Ning opened the door, and Jin Yining reached out to take her son from her. "What's wrong?"
"I only said he was being dramatic." Shang Ning glared at her son; she was on the verge of tears, no, she wanted to cry even more.
Jin Yining coaxed him for a while before he calmed down. She looked down at her son, then at Shang Ning, who was crying again, and said, "What should we do? We can't return him."
Jin Yining wrapped one arm around her neck and rested her forehead against hers. "It's been a completely new experience. They say you don't know the gratitude you owe your parents until you raise your own children. Now, do you still hate them?"
Shang Ning: "I have never hated them."
"But resentment was inevitable. Do you still resent it now?"
Shang Ning: "..."
“Every stage has its own path to walk, it’s just that our path is a bit more difficult than others, but who knows if we might turn misfortune into blessing in the future?”
“Master Jin, I really don’t feel like listening to you talk about Buddhist scriptures right now.”
Jin Yining patted her shoulder. Little Guoke was sobbing and asleep again, her little hands still clutching Shang Ning's clothes, about to cry at the slightest movement.
Jin Yining handed over the small fruit shell, which Shang Ning took. "Go to sleep, okay? I won't say anything more about him."
Little Fruit Shell was still sobbing in her sleep. Jin Yining was a little worried, but she still turned around and went back to rest.
Shang Ning looked down at Xiao Guoke, whose eyes still had small tears in them. Shang Ning was both angry and heartbroken, but she also began to think about what Jin Yining had said. Every parent went through this, and perhaps her parents had gone through it when she was a child.
You don't know the gratitude you owe your parents until you raise a child yourself.
Even if Little Shell drove her to her death, she would be willing to accept it.
“Ning Kong, in the end, I’m the one who owes you. My parents may not have done anything wrong, at least not from their point of view. It’s me who owes you.” Shang Ning gently patted his son as they paced around the room. “I owe you in this life, and I’ll repay you in the next.”
Little Fruit Shell suddenly opened its eyes, its big, watery eyes and little mouth blowing bubbles as it looked at Shang Ning with a grin.
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