"Are you really going to marry into the family?" Chu Zhi was skeptical, hoping in her heart that Song Jingcheng was just speaking in anger and deliberately trying to annoy her.
But Song Jingcheng's expression was very serious, and he didn't seem to be joking.
"I have decided to marry into the family." Song Jingcheng was calm and didn't seem to be speaking in anger.
Chu Zhi took a deep breath.
"Song Jingcheng, you're truly crazy." Chu Zhi shook her head and cursed in a low voice, "You're so young and handsome, and as the head of the Song family, you're actually going to marry into the family!"
"Do you know that you are the last heir of the Song family!"
"Are you going to become a son-in-law? Are you going to cut off the Song family's incense? Aren't you afraid of being criticized by the ancestors of the Song family?"
Chu Zhisheng lived in the middle of the last century when the new era was connecting with the old era. In that era of universal spiritual awakening, she always maintained a traditional and conservative heart.
Chu Zhi believes that after a woman gets married, she should take the honor of her husband's family as her own responsibility.
In her opinion, Song Jingcheng is the last heir of the Song family. Since he is in poor health, he should get married early and give birth to new blood for the Song family.
In short, the Song family's incense cannot be cut off in her hands, nor in her son's hands.
Song Jingcheng's plan to marry into Chu Zhi's family really touched Chu Zhi's sore spot.
Song Jingcheng held Chu Zhi's hand and asked, "Mother, why are you so angry?"
Chu Zhi's expression was tense, and she stared at Song Jingcheng with vigilance and anxiety, wanting to hear what this bastard was going to say.
"You taught me from a young age to shoulder the responsibility of being the heir to the Song family, to run the Song Enterprises better, and not to let down my father and grandfather's expectations of me."
"But mother, the only thing you never taught me was to always be myself."
Song Jingcheng played with the Buddhist beads on Chu Zhi's wrist. He said, "When I was a child, I picked up a stray dog named Heidou. The next day, its body was buried under the crabapple tree in front of my yard."
"You said that having a pet would make me soft-hearted and soft-hearted, and that I would become a softie that could be bullied at will."
"When I was eight years old, my physics teacher discovered that I had an extraordinary talent for physics. He came to talk to you and hoped that you would agree to send me to the Kyoto Physics Department to study under their dean."
"But not only did you reject my mentor's proposal, fearing that he would influence my outlook on life, you even deliberately found an underage girl to frame him as a rapist, causing him to be expelled from Kyoto University due to personal disciplinary issues."
"It's a pity that my mentor was so devoted to me, but because of me, his reputation was damaged."
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"Why are you talking about these trivial things?" Chu Zhi didn't like hearing this nonsense. She said, "You're the heir to the Song family, and that Hou Mingzong wants to trick you into doing scientific research! Is that reasonable?"
"I warned him a long time ago not to meddle in your affairs, but he refused to listen. He doesn't know what's good for him, so it's not my fault."
"Just like that classmate Xie Jing who seduced you in high school, they are all a bunch of ungrateful people!"
When Song Jingcheng heard again about the innocent female classmate who died tragically because of his involvement, he suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart.
Bang!
Song Jingcheng suddenly slapped Chu Zhi in the face.
"You actually hit me!" Chu Zhi covered the half of her face that was beaten, and looked at Song Jingcheng in shock and confusion, as if she couldn't believe that this was real.
"Song Jingcheng, I'm your mother, how could you hit me!"
Chu Zhi has lived to an old age, but the last time she was beaten was seventy years ago when she was a girl in her parents' home.
Song Jingcheng shook his right hand, lowered his eyes, and said nonchalantly, "If I say that my hand was possessed by Xie Jing's ghost and that the slap just now was given by her, would you believe it?"
Chu Zhi: "..."
"The friendship between Xie Jing and me is just that of classmates."
The same words were said by 17-year-old Song Jingcheng to Chu Zhi. At that time, Chu Zhi was paranoid and thought that Song Jingcheng was lying.
Just like before, Chu Zhi didn't believe Song Jingcheng's words at all. "It's just classmate friendship, so why would she give you a pen and write you a confession card?"
"That pen costs two to three thousand. She's from an ordinary family. If she didn't like you, would she give you something so expensive?"
For Chu Zhi, two or three thousand yuan is just the Song family's food expenses for one day, but for a child from a family like Xie Jing's, three thousand yuan can cover a month's daily expenses.
Why would Xie Jing give him such an expensive gift for no reason?
Song Jingcheng raised his voice a little. "That's because her father was working at a construction site and fell from the 12th floor. His life was in danger. After I learned about the situation, I helped contact the director of Fu'an Hospital, who brought his father back from the brink of death."
"Xie Jing bought that pen with her New Year's money, which she had saved for several years, out of gratitude for my help. Mother, that wasn't a young woman's love affair, and certainly not seduction!"
"Also, what was written on that card wasn't a confession, it was just a blessing."
"One good deed can imbue one's heart with everlasting virtue. A hundred lights can illuminate a thousand miles." Fifteen years later, Song Jingcheng still clearly remembers the words of blessing on the card.
"Xie was just hoping that my kindness would bring me good fortune. But such a young girl died under your perverted control!"
"Mother..."
"You are both women, and you know how important innocence is to a girl, yet you choose to use the most despicable and despicable means to hurt her!"
Song Jingcheng ripped the Buddhist beads from Chu Zhi's wrist. He said, "Why is it that evil people who have committed countless crimes can become Buddhas instantly by laying down their butcher knives, while good people have to endure all kinds of hardships?"
Song Jingcheng threw the Buddhist beads into the trash can and said, "A wicked person like you is not worthy of believing in Buddhism. You should live a life worse than death!"
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