Chapter 826: Adding Salt to the Wound
Only outsiders knew that Liang Zhouheng and Song Cun were in love; his parents never heard about it from the beginning to the end.
The main reason is that he has had so many girlfriends that they are too lazy to even ask about them.
However, his previous girlfriends were either internet celebrities, models, or popular stars, and they were no longer surprised by this. But when Xie Wanqing heard the words "Beicheng University," her eyes lit up. "When did this happen? How come I didn't know about it? Didn't Yuanyuan also graduate from Beicheng University? Do you know her?"
"Ah..." Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment, looked at Liang Zhouheng, and replied hesitantly, "I know him, he's my classmate."
"What a coincidence, good classmates, we can chat with each other."
Xie Wanqing smiled and turned to look at Liang Jianxing, then turned to Jiang Yuan and said, "What's her name? Where is she now? Yuanyuan, can you take Auntie to meet this girl sometime?"
Jiang Yuan looked embarrassed. "Auntie, she is not in Beicheng now. She has returned to her hometown in Yancheng."
Xie Wanqing: "What's the big deal? Yancheng is not far away. As long as she's in China, it's easy to talk about it. When can she come to Beicheng again? Do you have any photos? Let Auntie take a look first."
Xie Wanqing was so excited that Jiang Yuan couldn't bear to offend her, but she still told her the truth, "Auntie, she and Mr. Liang have broken up."
Xie Wanqing: "Did the girl come to her senses and no longer want him?"
Jiang Yuan glanced at Liang Zhouheng and nodded.
"I thought the sun had finally risen in the west, that there would be a decent girl willing to be with him, but it turns out she was dumped long ago."
After Xie Wanqing ridiculed her own son, she rolled her eyes at him and turned to the side.
This was Jiang Yuan's first time dealing with Xie Wanqing's family. She had never expected that Mrs. Liang would be so ruthless in rubbing salt into her own son's wounds.
However, Liang Zhouheng seemed to be accustomed to his mother, and his tone was very calm, "After the quarrel, go home with my father. It's getting late."
As he spoke, he stood up and tried to go out.
"Stop! Why are you running?"
Xie Wanqing called out to him.
Liang Zhouheng paused, turned around, and said with a hint of helplessness in his voice, "I know you're crazy about having a grandchild. I can promise you that sooner or later you'll have one in this life. If that doesn't work out, I'll adopt one and bring it back for you two to play with."
"What nonsense! You bastard!"
Liang Jianxing scolded him harshly.
Liang Zhouheng's face darkened. He raised his eyes, still trying to put on a forced smile. "Does it make sense to pick up your son's scar in front of so many people? It's not my first time being a jerk. You two should calm down. I'm leaving first."
After he finished speaking, he raised his foot and strode out.
Leaving his parents in front of everyone, they didn't know where to put their faces. So the only ones present were a few close relatives. Each family had its own problems, and who didn't know each other's background?
After a lot of persuasion from everyone, Xie Wanqing and Liang Jianxing finally pretended to calm down.
Liang Zhouheng originally asked his mother to help persuade Mrs. Ji, but who knew that it would backfire on him in the end. He left the Yin family's old house and drove alone on the road, and somehow he ended up in that familiar community.
He turned off the engine and sat motionless in the driver's seat, just like many times before, when he drove to Song Cun's building to pick her up to go out for dinner, to see an exhibition, to watch a movie...
Liang Zhouheng knew that he had not gotten over it. He calculated that he and Song Cun had broken up for more than three months, 98 days to be exact, and 83 days since their last meeting.
He tried everything, fled abroad and isolated himself, deleted her phone number from his address book, blocked her WeChat, deleted her old photos, and even the "four-legged beast" that he couldn't control himself and bought in Japan was left abroad. He wanted to erase all traces of her, just like he had done with every relationship that had become boring before, but he still couldn't deceive himself. No matter what he did, he couldn't forget her.
He couldn't bear to hear anyone mention her name in front of him, but every day while driving alone, when he was distracted in meetings, even when he was drinking with others, and before falling asleep in bed, he would always repeat over and over the name that had once been on his lips and had been engraved in his heart, [Song Cun] [Song Cun] [Song Cun]...
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