There was a look of fear in Ji Ping's mother's eyes. Ji Ping stared into her eyes intently. The courage he had just mustered up suddenly deflated like a deflated ball.
He forced a twitch of his lips, revealing a faint smile: "I was just making an analogy, it's nothing important, if you didn't hear it clearly, forget it."
"So it was just an analogy..." Ji Ping's mother's face was obviously relieved, but her brows were still unconsciously frowned.
She glanced at Ji Ping, seeming to want to say something but stopping herself.
Ji Ping didn't have the courage to face her. He turned around and said, "Mom, it's too sunny outside. I have to go home. You should go home too."
"Now that I'm here, let me go upstairs and talk to Zheng Wenjing." said Ji Ping's mother.
Ji Ping shook his head and said, "Since you're unwilling to apologize to Wen Jing, there's no need to go upstairs."
He refused to even apologize, so it was obvious that it wasn't anything nice.
Ji Ping's mother glared at him angrily: "You have to treat me like this, right?"
Ji Ping explained, "I just want family harmony."
"Fine." Ji Ping's mother snorted coldly, "Ji Ping, you're great! I'm sorry to have you as my son. From today on, I'll pretend I've never had you! Just live your life with that useless hen at home!"
After saying that, Ji Ping's mother turned around and left.
Ji Ping looked at his mother's back as she left, a look of pain flashing in his eyes.
He really wanted to stop his mother and explain things to her, but he knew very well that even if he stopped her, he would not be able to say anything.
He had actually wanted to have a good conversation with his mother for a long time, but the words were on the tip of his tongue several times, but he always lacked the courage.
In the end, he just sighed and did nothing.
Just like that, Ji Ping stood there quietly, watching her mother's back disappear from her sight.
After all, a mother will never be really angry with her son.
Ji Ping knew in his heart that his mother's words were just words spoken in anger and were only temporary. When the matter was over and her anger subsided, he would buy some gifts and go to her house to appease her, and the relationship between mother and son would be as good as before.
Ji Ping went upstairs with the thermos. When he returned home, Zheng Wenjing had already washed herself.
Ji Ping pushed the door open and entered the room. Zheng Wenjing was sitting in front of the dressing mirror with her back to him, applying snow cream on her face.
"You're back."
Zheng Wenjing didn't turn around. She glanced at him through the reflection in the mirror and noticed that his face looked off. Guessing something, she asked knowingly, "You went downstairs to get some hot water. What took you so long? Did you run into someone?"
Ji Ping hummed, didn't lie, and answered honestly: "I met my mother."
Zheng Wenjing paused as she wiped her face, turned around, glanced back at him, then glanced at the empty area behind him and asked, "Where's your mom? Didn't she come up with you?"
Ji Ping explained, "She refused to apologize to you, so I didn't let her come up."
Zheng Wenjing felt a little complicated when she heard this. She pursed her lips and wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.
After all, she is Ji Ping's mother. No matter how wrong she is, it is not her turn to blame.
There is a layer between the daughter-in-law and the mother-in-law. Sometimes Ji Ping can say dirty words, but it is inappropriate for her as a daughter-in-law to say them.
No matter how hurtful the words my son says are, as a mother I will never bear a grudge.
No matter how tactful a daughter-in-law's words are, the mother-in-law will remember them for a long time.
Zheng Wenjing didn't say anything, and Ji Ping also fell silent.
He placed the thermos next to the kitchen cupboard, then went back into the house, brought out Zheng Wenjing's bath water, carried it to the kitchen, and poured it into the mop sink connected to the sewer.
There was life in his eyes, and he knew how to protect himself in front of his mother. Zheng Wenjing looked at his busy figure, and the anger she had towards him dissipated a little.
After Ji Ping finished his work and returned to the house, Zheng Wenjing spoke softly, "Ji Ping, I'm very happy that you can love me in front of your mother. But I've just thought about it carefully. In fact, no one is wrong in this matter. Your mother is angry with me, but she is also looking forward to us having a child. We are young and think that not having children in our lifetime is not a big deal. But she is old, and the old lady still attaches great importance to the issue of continuing the family line. Such a thinking cannot be changed in a short time. Therefore, I don't have much resentment towards your mother. It doesn't matter if she doesn't want to apologize. You can talk to her and ask her not to hit me again in the future."
Zheng Wenjing had a testing mind, so while she was speaking, she was also observing Ji Ping's expression calmly.
Then, she discovered many details that she had never noticed before.
When she mentioned "never having children in my life", Ji Ping's eyelashes trembled and his eyes looked strange and wandering. These were actually very obvious micro-expressions of guilt.
He was not smart, but she trusted Ji Ping too much in the past and never thought about it in this way, so she was deceived for so many years.
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