When Zhong Zihua heard his mother crying like that, the initial emotion and warmth of family that he felt when his mother rushed to him upon his arrival home gradually cooled down with her sobs.
"Mom, why are you crying? I just wanted to ask you, where do you want your son to sleep?"
Zhong Zihua is just good-tempered, not without a temper.
Hearing her son's questioning voice, Hong Chunjiao paused in her crying, but then cried even louder.
"Hua Zi...you're trying to kill your mother!"
Upon hearing his mother's words, Zhong Zihua couldn't help but tilt his head back and close his eyes.
"So, Mom, from the time I wrote this letter until now, you haven't thought about how to arrange things for our family of three, have you?"
If there were no arrangements, why was I made to come back?
Zhong Zihua gritted his teeth and asked with difficulty.
Hearing her son's words, Hong Chunjiao's crying subsided slightly, but she didn't stop. She just sobbed softly without saying a word.
"Dad, Mom doesn't want to talk about it, what about you?"
Zhong Zihua turned his stiff neck toward his father, only to see a look of exhaustion and helplessness on his father's face.
Zhong Mingxue closed his eyes and sighed deeply, then turned his head and whispered, "Hua Zi, your parents are sorry."
Upon hearing his father's words, Zhong Zihua felt a lump in his throat, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"Since you're unwilling to talk about it, then just pretend I didn't receive your letter asking me to come back!"
"Xiuhua, let's go."
Zhong Zihua suddenly closed his eyes, then raised his arm and vigorously wiped his face, saying with a determined look in his eyes.
Fu Hongxing and Ning Jing were surprised and pleased that Zhong Zihua had such courage.
Without saying a word, he helped Xiuhua and the others carry the large and small packages, then turned and left with Xueqi.
Hong Chunjiao, who was still crying, was stunned when she heard her son's words.
Forget about crying, she stepped forward and grabbed her son's hand tightly, saying repeatedly, "No, Hua Zi, you can't leave. If you want to leave, let them leave." As she spoke, she pointed at Fu Hongxing and the other three adults and one child.
Zhong Zihua was stunned by his mother's words. He said incredulously, his lips trembling, "Mom, those are my wife and my children. You want me to separate from them?"
Hong Chunjiao didn't understand her son's sarcastic remark at all, and nodded repeatedly, saying, "It's good that you came back alone. You can stay in the same room with your parents. Don't worry, it won't take long."
Hearing her words, Ning Jing and Xiu Hua were completely stunned.
Is this even possible? What kind of divine thinking is this?
Let the son separate from his wife and children, and come back to live in one room with his parents, while the other room is given to his married sister and her family.
Fu Hongxing's eyes flickered when he heard what Zhong Zihua's mother said.
I'm afraid there's something fishy going on behind Zhong Zihua's return this time!
Upon hearing his mother's words, Zhong Zihua felt that he could not communicate with her at all. He shook his head and pulled his mother's hand off his sleeve.
"Mom, I'm sorry to say I can't abandon my wife and daughter."
After saying that, he stepped forward to help carry the packages and walked outside with Xiuhua and the children.
Seeing her son's resolute expression, Hong Chunjiao panicked.
"Hua Zi, stop right there! If you leave, you can forget about your job in Taipei!"
Hearing Hong Chunjiao's fierce but cowardly words, Zhong Zihua's foot, which had been raised for a long time, finally fell.
He had his back to his parents, his head bowed, and his whole figure looked very desolate.
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