"Smack!"
Sun Qiuyun was so shocked that she swiped her hand, causing the glass ashtray on the coffee table to fall to the ground and shatter. Sang Huaiyuan was equally shocked; neither of them wanted to believe their ears.
How could it be Sang Liangjie?
It wasn't that they were praising their son, but Liangjie had indeed been filial and sensible since childhood, and especially respected and loved the old lady. In those years, the family was very poor, and they couldn't even guarantee three meals a day. They could only drink thin porridge every day, the kind that you could see your reflection in. At most, they would add a few sweet potatoes, but even sweet potatoes weren't something they could eat every meal.
Liangjie was only six or seven years old at the time. Every day, he would follow a group of older children to the suburbs to dig up the sweet potatoes that the farmers had left behind. If he was lucky, he could find a few small sweet potatoes, but sometimes he would find none and they would even be snatched away by the older children, and he would get a beating for no reason.
But Liangjie couldn't bear to eat the sweet potatoes he had gone through so much trouble to find. He only drank thin porridge at every meal, saving the sweet potatoes for the adults, and always said that he was full.
How could such a sensible and filial child possibly hurt his own grandmother?
They would never believe it, even if you beat them to death!
But his son's behavior after returning home this time was really strange, as if he had become a different person. Sang Huaiyuan felt heavy-hearted, wondering what his son had encountered all these years away.
Sun Qiuyun shook her head repeatedly, saying, "It's impossible... How could Liangjie... I don't believe it..."
The old lady sighed and said sadly, "I don't believe it either, but it's Liangjie. Has this child been traumatized? Huaiyuan, call his tutor and ask him. Something's really wrong."
Thinking of Sang Liangjie's hideous face and blood-red eyes, the old lady shuddered and felt fear for the first time.
She wasn't afraid of death, but she worried that her grandson would face condemnation and scorn from the world after killing her, a kind of public pressure that most people couldn't bear.
She was even more worried that her grandson would be taken advantage of by bad people, and that he would do something he would regret in a moment of impulse, and live with a guilty conscience for the rest of his life, ruining a promising young man!
"Yes, yes, call the advisor and ask. Senior Brother Sun and Liang Jie are inseparable, they must know something."
Sang Huaiyuan hurriedly called Sang Liangjie's mentor, who was also his senior. When Sang Liangjie was choosing a mentor, Sang Huaiyuan recommended his senior, who was an internationally renowned economist.
Because he was worried about his son, Sang Huaiyuan didn't exchange pleasantries with his senior brother and went straight to asking Sang Liangjie what was wrong.
Professor Sun was baffled. "Why are you cursing your own son during the New Year? Liangjie eats well, sleeps well, is doing well in his studies, and has a bright future. What could possibly happen to him?"
"You really haven't experienced any trauma? Like work or relationship problems?" Sang Huaiyuan asked skeptically.
"I think you're the one who's upset. Liangjie is perfectly normal. During his trip abroad, several well-known companies wanted to hire him, but your son refused them all, saying he wanted to return to China to develop his career. As for relationships, there's no sign of them. There are a lot of girls who want to marry your son, but he said he won't consider personal matters before he's thirty. What problems could there be?"
Professor Sun was completely baffled. Why would someone call on the first day of the Lunar New Year to ask such strange questions? Was he out of his mind?
"By the way, the day before Liangjie went back, he took a day off to go shopping for gifts. He made a long list. Have you received the gifts yet? Liangjie bought them all himself."
Professor Sun joked with Sang Huaiyuan, his tone full of envy, saying that other people's sons were so sensible and filial, unlike his two brats, whose sons would only contact their father when they needed money.
The daughter is even more heartless. Other people's daughters are sweet and caring, but hers is just a windbreaker designed to pierce the heart. Sigh!
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