Jiang Xing'an's eyes sharpened, "Fengqin, you should know how useful this thing is to me. What if? Do you want to sell off all these things that I worked so hard to get?"
Ding Fengqin was dissatisfied. "How is that possible? You are her grandfather. Besides, how much has Hua'er helped her? Without Hua'er, would she be able to get to where she is today? Her medal is at least half of Hua'er's."
Jiang Xing'an looked at her in surprise. Is this still the sensible confidante in his mind?
He was about to retort when he saw his son at the door. Jiang Weihua knocked on the door and said, "Dear mother, you praise your son too much. A large part of the credit for my current contribution comes from Zhou Xiang. People should have self-awareness. Don't praise yourself too much, otherwise you will fall too hard.
I'm not afraid to tell you that Zhou Xiang's goal is to keep your mother and father healthy and young, and you can only use your money and power to buy the methods and ways you can buy and use to maintain yourself. Later, she will let the three of you face to face to see who looks younger.
At first, I just thought it was a joke, but now it seems to be true. She really wants to let time defeat the advantages you think you have.
Well, the purpose of my coming here today is to tell you two that I have already obtained a marriage certificate. You have the right to know so that you don't try to force me to marry you. I don't need it anymore. As for your blessings, I don't care."
Jiang Weihua originally thought that his mother had become honest and recognized the reality, but who would have thought that she could actually intercept half of Zhou Xiang's medal as if it were a matter of course. How ridiculous and shameless.
His heart, which had been calming down, couldn't help but feel angry again. He would rather he was born from his mother, a violent and illiterate peasant woman, than admit that this selfish and short-sighted woman was his biological mother.
Zhou Xiang's eleven years of hard work, the blood, sweat and tears on the medal were wiped out by her casual words. Her mercenary and hypocritical words made the medal seem covered with a layer of dust. She was even more hateful and despicable than the Kong family.
Ding Fengqin was so angry that her face turned red and her neck thick. She walked up to her son and said, "Is it that maid? I knew Zhou had bad intentions when she wanted to arrange her to be with you. She's climbed high up now, and she pushed the lowest woman to you, making the gap between you and her even bigger. Hua'er, don't fall for her tricks."
Jiang Weihua shook his head. "Mom, you're suffering from paranoia. You think everyone who approaches you has a purpose. I don't want to argue with you about this. It's useless and meaningless. Please stop interfering with me. I'm already a 32-year-old adult, not a child. When you were 18, you could make plans for yourself and decide your own future. Why can't I?"
Ding Fengqin was so angry when her son mentioned the past that she fainted. She raised her hand and slapped her son. The "slap" sound echoed throughout the room and stunned everyone in the room.
Jiang Weihua covered his left cheek and looked at his mother in disbelief. "Mom, when you did this, did grandpa and grandma slap you? If not, what right did you have to hit me? Are you allowed to do it but not others? Or is it just because the person who said this is your son, whom you can control and manipulate?"
Ding Fengqin was also dumbfounded. Why did she start this? "Hua'er, I'm sorry. Mom has been..."
Jiang Weihua waved his hand, not even willing to use honorifics, "Mom, you don't need to explain. I know that you've had more and more wrinkles on your face recently, Zhou Xiang's influence has been growing, and too many people you dislike are living better than you. So, you're upset, right?
But what does this have to do with you hitting me?
When I said that you decided your own future at the age of 18, I was not specifically targeting the matter between you and your father, but I wanted to use this fact to tell you that I am 32 years old. At the age of 32, you already have a 13-year-old me. Why am I not a truly free person at the age of 32?
Do I have to go to newspapers, radio stations, television stations and other media outlets and inform every household that I want to sever ties with them, only then can I be considered a free person who can truly live for myself and take charge of my own future?
Yes or no?
Do you want the last bit of affection I have for you to disappear before you can truly let go? Only then can you stop being involved in my life?
Yes or no?"
Ding Fengqin retreated repeatedly under her son's questioning. This was not her intention. She was doing it for her son's own good! She wanted her son's future to be a bright road.
What future will my son have if he marries that maid?
Jiang Weihua raised his eyes and looked at his father in the room, "If you continue to let her do this, don't blame me for really breaking off relations with you, and don't blame Zhou Xiang for cutting off your supply.
Don't really think of yourself as her grandfather. In her heart, her grandfather is the one buried in the cemetery. You don't think she was protecting you by not exposing you that day, do you? She was protecting the old boss's face, understand?
I'm personally pointing this out to you, so you can accept reality and stop feeling complacent. Can you stop feeling lost and unsure of your place?
Everyone saw me trying so hard to help her, but who could understand her devotion and hard work better than me? All I did was make life easier for her. My little help couldn't even make up for one percent of your mistakes, and yet my mom still confidently claimed that half of the medal was mine.
Even Ling Ran, who had always been by her side and truly helped her, couldn't say that the medal was half as good as his. My mother, where did she get her confidence and sense of superiority? Wasn't it you who gave it to her? She's just a woman, what right did she have to look down on Zhou Xiang?
How could you look down on Zhou Xiang and the Zhou family? Wasn't it you who gave it to me? It was you who used to look down on my uneducated mother and the Zhou family, who were common people, with contempt.
Now that the Zhou family has risen, you are no longer standing in a higher position than them, and you are looking down on others as an elder, right?
Even if you can shamelessly look down on others from your position as an elder, what right does my mother have? As Jiang Xing'an, you have no blood relationship with him, and as Jiang Yuping, you have a wife and a daughter. What right does my mother have to discuss that medal in such a contemptuous tone?
You still don't understand your own identity. No wonder my mother can't figure out her position. I tell you, you are Jiang Xing'an. This is an unchangeable fact. So, don't try to act like an elder in front of Zhou Xiang. It will only make you a joke and make others laugh at you.
My marriage is a fact, and it cannot be changed. Don't try to challenge my bottom line. You two are not welcome to visit me at any time. Remember this."
After saying that, Jiang Weihua turned and left, tears streaming down his face. He also wanted to hate, and wanted to find someone like Zhou Xiang to hate, but he couldn't find one. The two people he hated the most were the ones who brought him endless frustration.
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