Every time Jiang Dawei was bullied, he would call for his grandmother or mother.
Because if he tells one of them, they will all stand up for him.
Jiang's mother snapped out of her daze, her face contorted with a fierce expression. She grabbed a nearby stool and ran over, shouting protectively, "Jiang Jinhua, stop right there!"
Just as the stool was about to hit Jiang Jinhua, Jiang Junrong quickly pulled him aside.
The stool in Jiang's mother's hand hit Jiang Dawei, who was still in a daze.
"Ah, Grandma, why did you hit me?" Jiang Dawei screamed in pain again after being hit by the stool.
When Jiang's mother realized she had hit the wrong person, she turned around and tried to hit Jiang Jinhua again.
That狰狞 face sent chills down Jiang Junrong's spine.
Is this the kind of expression a grandmother should have towards her grandson?
Jiang Junrong snatched the stool from her hands and threw it on the ground.
"Enough, Mother, he's your grandson too!"
Jiang Junrong was heartbroken. Why was his mother so biased towards his grandsons?
Just because you don't like him, does that mean you don't treat his son like your own grandson?
"He's not, and you're not my grandma's son."
Jiang Dawei shouted, enduring the pain in his body.
Quiet.
It was exceptionally quiet.
All eyes were on him.
"I... I didn't say anything wrong." Jiang Dawei felt uneasy when he saw everyone looking at him.
He wasn't wrong.
He found out by chance from overhearing his grandmother talking to his father.
Jiang Junrong was adopted by his grandparents from outside; he is not their biological child.
His grandparents raised him, so he should repay them properly.
"Who told you that?" Jiang Junrong asked, approaching him step by step.
Jiang Dawei felt an invisible pressure coming towards him.
"Yes, I overheard it. Grandma said it. Xiaoxia can testify." Jiang Dawei took a few steps back, covering his swollen face with one hand, and said timidly.
Xiaoxia, who was standing to the side, nodded subconsciously when her brother mentioned her.
"Mother, is what he said true?" Jiang Junrong looked at his mother and asked with a pained expression, his voice trembling slightly.
His mother was biased towards him from a young age, and since he was old enough to understand things, he has basically done most of the things at home and outside.
While his older siblings could go out and play, he had to stay home and chop wood.
His older brother and sister didn't want to go to school, but his mother forced them to go.
He wanted to go to school, but his mother wouldn't let him.
He said he had no money at home, so who would do the work if he went there?
In the end, it was only after he begged and pleaded, promising that he wouldn't fall behind on other chores, that his mother agreed to let him go to school.
He only studied for a few years before starting his own business at a young age, unable to bear his parents' favoritism.
...
No wonder, no wonder.
Everything makes sense now.
He had actually had his doubts before, but his father always told him he was just imagining things.
Jiang's mother remained silent.
Actually, it's two little voices fighting inside my head.
One person said not to tell him, as the old man had repeatedly instructed him before he died.
One person said, "Tell him that you don't actually want him to call you 'Mom' at all."
Jiang Junrong understood the answer from his mother's silence.
He's not stupid.
"In that case, let's not associate with each other anymore." Jiang Junrong said, feeling a sense of relief.
Zhou Wenjing quietly came to his side and tugged at his sleeve.
It offered silent comfort.
"It's best if it doesn't matter. You all need to get out of here right now and not stay in our house," Jiang Jinhua said readily.
“Little brother, your parents raised you all these years, and you’re just going to cut ties with them like that? Everyone says that the kindness of raising children is greater than heaven, but I think you just don’t want to take care of your mother in her old age,” Jiang’s eldest sister-in-law questioned.
Jiang Junrong's face turned ashen.
“Yes, Rong, we grew up together and have feelings for each other. How can we just stop seeing each other? A foster mother is still a mother. Our Jiang family will still need you in the future,” Jiang’s eldest brother chimed in.
Actually, his last sentence was the key point, and Jiang Junrong knew that.
After all, he's done a lot of cleaning up his brother's messes over the years.
The words of Jiang's eldest son and his wife enlightened Jiang's mother. Now that Jiang Junrong has made something of himself, if they cut off all ties, who will she ask for good things from in the future?
"Jiang Junrong, you unfilial son, you heartless bastard! I raised you with great difficulty, and now you want to cut ties with me? You..." All sorts of vile words burst from Jiang's mother's mouth.
Jiang Junrong and his family of three were furious when they heard this.
This further solidified Jiang Junrong's resolve to sever ties.
He interrupted Jiang's mother directly: "How much money do you want?"
Jiang's mother was stunned: "What did you say?"
Jiang Junrong repeated, "How much money do you want to sever ties with us?"
The eldest son and his wife had an unusual glint in their eyes.
They desperately need the money right now.
They exchanged a glance, walked over to Jiang's mother, and whispered amongst themselves.
Jiang Jinhua and Zhou Wenjing also walked to Jiang Junrong's side.
Not long after, Jiang's mother turned around and held up five fingers to Jiang Junrong.
Jiang Junrong frowned and asked, "Five thousand?"
Jiang's mother nodded.
Jiang Junrong looked at his wife, Zhou Wenjing, whose face was pale, but she still nodded in the end.
Five thousand was all they had in their savings.
But they wanted to have nothing to do with Grandma Jiang and her group anymore.
So tiring, so frustrating.
Consider it money spent to buy freedom.
Money can be earned back.
“Okay, but you have to write a letter of severance and publish it in the newspaper. Our two families should have no further contact, and I will no longer support you in your old age. I also hope you won't come looking for me again if you need anything,” Jiang Junrong said resolutely.
Jiang's mother was overjoyed when she heard that Jiang Junrong had agreed.
They don't care about anything else; all they care about now is money.
Five thousand! They had never seen so much money before.
"Xiao Hua, go open the door and invite everyone in. Also, invite Old Wang and Old Chen from next door to be witnesses." After saying this, Jiang Junrong ignored his mother and the others and began packing his things.
When guests come over, it's not good for the house to be too messy; tidy it up as much as you can.
Zhou Wenjing was also quietly packing her things.
Jiang's mother and eldest son's family are now completely immersed in the joy of receiving the five thousand yuan they are about to receive.
Jiang Jinhua opened the door to welcome the guests, and the people outside were stunned. Most of them had watched Jiang Jinhua grow up and knew that he was a very eccentric person. At first, they thought he was just fooling them.
Many people wanted to turn around and leave, but Jiang Jinhua stopped them and explained the reason before they went inside.
After everyone went inside, Jiang Jinhua invited Elder Wang and Elder Chen over. Finally, with everyone as witnesses, the two families signed a letter of severance and pressed their fingerprints on it.
Jiang Jinxiu, far away in Yunnan Province, was completely unaware of what was happening in Kyoto.
She is still asleep.
She slept straight through until 3 p.m., only to be woken up by hunger.
When I woke up, I saw several loaves of bread and a note on the table.
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