Chapter 576: None of the Three Sons Are His
Shujira's sister looked at her elder sister and advised her: "You can't treat the lady like that. She is a kind and amiable old woman. If you don't think about yourself, you should at least think about your three sons! She is their grandmother."
"Hahaha! Everyone thinks so, but do you know? My three sons are all Vasuda's and have nothing to do with Vasukya." Shujira laughed happily, "You are my sister, so I am telling you this. Are you surprised?
The man you've always admired, has he been a coward for over thirty years? I've planted a vast grassland on his head. I've always only loved Vasudha, so who told him I loved him?
Why did you come to my house and ask for my hand in marriage? He made my life miserable, and I made his life miserable, so we're finally even. Hahaha! My dear sister, if you had been eighteen, how great would it have been for you to marry him?
His biggest mistake was asking me to marry him, otherwise he wouldn't be dead today.
He was a complete failure in his life. Not only did he die miserably, but he also raised his nephew as his own son his entire life. How ridiculous! Hahaha! Sometimes I even laugh while lying in bed. Hahaha! There are no such stupid people in the world.
Shujira was sitting with his back to Vasukoa. Perhaps because he was too proud, he spoke without thinking and blurted out the secret that had been in his heart for many years.
Come to think of it, a woman who is loved by two brothers at the same time would be too proud of herself and think herself to be very great.
A man who ignored her because of the white moonlight in his heart.
It doesn't matter, she takes revenge on him in the most extreme way in the world, cuckolding him and making him raise his nephew as his son.
One who never married and waited for him silently.
In order to be with him, she tried every means to help him, seize the Vasu family's property for him, and help him become the head of the family.
Shujira's sister opened her eyes wide, looked at her sister in disbelief, and asked in a trembling voice: "Do your sons know about this?"
"I know! I told them when Vasudha and I were getting married," Shujira replied nonchalantly, his smile still lingering. "The eldest and third sons didn't think anything of it, but the second son really disappointed me. He actually refused to accept the person I was remarrying.
He also said that he couldn't be Vasudha's son, he could only be Vasukya's son. How funny, how could I not even figure out whose son he was?
Every time I was with Vasukoya, I would secretly take birth control pills before conception. I would stop taking them when I was with Vasudha. How could he be Vasukoya's son?
He is obviously Vasudha's son, but that boy is very stubborn and won't listen no matter how I explain.
He took his wife and children to live with his mother-in-law in another province. It doesn't matter. His objection is nothing to me.
Vasukoa covered his mouth with all his strength, afraid to roar in anger. Hearing Shujira's words with his own ears made him want to tear this hateful woman into pieces.
But he knew that it was not appropriate to take action at this moment, and he had to be patient.
He stubbornly suppressed the urge to destroy the world.
Seeing him like this, Lu Jingheng knew that he was in great pain at the moment, so he pulled him up and dragged him out of that place.
The two women sitting in the pavilion did not notice anything unusual about Vasukoa outside. In their eyes, they were just two delivery workers walking together.
When they got to a place where there was no one, Lu Jingheng said nothing, just looked at Vasukoya.
He looked at it for about a minute before turning around and continuing to distribute the decorations.
Vasukoa hesitated for several seconds, then followed him down another road, holding a string of ribbons.
He needed to calm down at the moment, his mind was in a mess. Shujila's words were like daggers, cutting sharply into his body and heart, again and again.
He collapsed and nearly died.
Yes, he is like a joke, a huge joke.
It turned out that his three sons were not his, but Vasudha's, and even his wife belonged to someone else.
How ridiculous?
It’s a pity that he has always loved and doted on those three children.
The eldest brother is more introverted and doesn't like to talk. Come to think of it, he has the same personality as Vasudha.
It turns out they are father and son, no wonder their personalities are so similar.
Even their appearance is similar.
He never doubted anything and thought it was the bloodline passed down between relatives.
It is not unprecedented for a nephew to look like his uncle.
But now I know that other people's precedent is true, but when it comes to him, the precedent is false.
The second child has always been wild and difficult to train. When he was young, he was particularly mischievous and played pranks all the time, scaring the servants at home and classmates at school so much that they dared not get close to him.
Seeing him is more frightening than seeing the devil.
He beat him a lot for this.
In the end, it was he who did not believe Shujila's words and said that he was his son.
The third child has always been well-behaved and good-looking, just like a girl. He dotes on him very much and will satisfy any request he makes no matter how outrageous it is.
It turns out that he is also an ungrateful person.
Three sons, none of them are his.
He worked so hard all his life just to make things easier for his good brother. It's ridiculous.
Fortunately, he still has a daughter, so he is not completely penniless.
Alan gave him a daughter, a lovely and capable little granddaughter, and a grandson.
Even though his three sons had passed away, Vasukoa was not without successors.
Thinking of this, I felt less sad. I calmed myself down and started to think hard about how to rescue my old mother.
He lowered his head and put his things in a villa. Just as he was about to walk to the next villa, he saw a familiar figure hurriedly running out from the place where his grandparents used to live.
He was running and crying. Looking closely, he realized it was his mother's personal maid, Sapengxiudi. Why was she running? How old was she, still running? What if she fell?
Who will take care of the mother?
Vasukoa moved almost faster than his brain and walked towards the running Sapengshudi.
When Lu Jingheng saw him, he hurried to follow.
He was afraid something might happen. He couldn't let Vasukoa get out of control, as that could easily lead to an accident. He had promised his wife that he would take good care of him, and if something did happen, it would be difficult to explain to her.
Walking up to Sapengxiudi and seeing that there was no one around, Vasukoa pulled her behind a big tree and then quickly covered her mouth.
To prevent her from screaming and attracting others to discover his whereabouts.
Sensing Sapengshudi's fear, Vasukoya whispered in her ear, "Aunt Sapeng! I am Vasukoya."
When he was a child, he always called his mother's maid this way. It was not until he grew up that he changed his name and called her Aunt Sapeng.
Afraid that Sapengxiudi wouldn't believe it, he quickly said, "Aunt Sapeng! How is my mother? My mother is not crazy. What she said is true. I am not dead. I am back."
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