Song Lingshan took Su Luo to visit her son's study.
Su Luo was deeply shocked by the entire wall of figurines and comic books. It wasn't just because of the outrageous wealth, but also because many of the figurines were characters from adult comics, and many of the comic books were dark and grotesque.
My son is only five years old, can he understand it?
Even if they can understand it, isn't it a bit too early for a five-year-old to know about the dark and dirty side of society?
Can a child with a fragile mind really handle this? Will it leave a psychological scar?
No wonder he felt his son was much more mature than other children his age during his recent interactions with him.
He wanted to question Song Lingshan, but he was afraid of upsetting her. After all, she had been raising the child alone all these years, so he had no right to tell her how she raised him.
Moreover, Song Lingshan hasn't made her stance clear yet, and hasn't agreed to actually live with him. If he angers her, she might very well deprive him of the right to see the children.
Seeing that Su Luo's expression was not good and he seemed hesitant to speak, Song Lingshan could roughly guess what he was thinking. She put her hand on his shoulder and said with a smile.
"What? You have a problem with how I raise my son?"
Su Luo immediately shook her head, turned around, and looked at Song Lingshan with a somewhat blank expression.
"No, no, I just don't understand. It must be my problem."
Song Lingshan couldn't help but stroke Su Luo's smooth cheek, gently caressing it, and said softly,
“I didn’t interfere with his preferences; it was his own choice. I rarely force him to do things he doesn’t like.”
"Wouldn't it be better if he realized the true nature of this society sooner, if he realized sooner that our society isn't all sunshine and rainbows?"
Song Lingshan's childhood was entirely controlled by his father, leaving him with no room for free choice, so he didn't want to interfere with his son's choices.
He would do his best to satisfy his son's every whim.
Before she had children, she thought that children's personalities and preferences were shaped by their parents. But after having children, she realized that children's likes and personalities are influenced not only by environmental factors, but also largely by innate factors.
At first, she wanted to raise her son to be the ideal little man, aloof and taciturn, the kind who would bleed but not shed tears.
But it turned out that this approach was completely ineffective. My son cried a lot and talked a lot. Since I couldn't change it, I had no choice but to accept it.
She thought it was normal for children to cry, and that they would grow out of it.
Su Luo said with concern.
"It's not bad, I'm just a little worried that he might be frightened and suffer psychological trauma..."
Song Lingshan narrowed her eyes slightly, her fox-like eyes flickering gently, and her voice was very soft.
"If he can't accept it, he won't continue watching. If he likes it, it means he can accept it, right?"
Su Luo blinked, pondered for a moment, and found no reason to refute Song Lingshan's words, so she agreed.
"That makes sense..."
Song Lingshan was in a great mood after gaining Su Luo's approval.
She turned around, took out her son's photo album from the bookshelf above, pulled Su Luo to sit on the desk, and handed it to him to look at.
Suppressing his excitement, Su Luo began to carefully flip through the pages.
There are many photos, from when my son was born until now.
Each photo features a different outfit, and they represent a variety of styles.
There were photos of him wearing skirts, but Su Luo was most impressed by the one of him wearing a skirt. Her son was already very pretty and looked like a girl, but he looked even more like one when he wore a skirt. You would never tell he was a boy unless you told him.
Su Luo stared at the photo, her worries returning, and she couldn't help but ask Song Lingshan.
"Xiaoyu doesn't have any strange fetishes like wearing women's clothes, does he?"
Song Lingshan assured, "No!"
Even if it were true, she would still correct her son's ways; that's what she couldn't tolerate the most.
Although she liked Su Luo and would sometimes force him to wear a skirt, she couldn't accept her son doing this at all.
She even secretly hoped that her son's personality wasn't like Su Luo's, because Su Luo's personality was prone to being taken advantage of and causing internal strife, which was unfortunate.
Su Luo let out a deep breath, finally relieved.
"That's good, that's good, you scared me to death."
Song Lingshan couldn't help but laugh out loud, "I thought you could accept it?"
Su Luo smiled helplessly.
"How could I possibly accept that? I actually don't like my face. If I could choose, I would prefer to be more ordinary, like a normal guy."
Song Lingshan joked, "It's a pity you can't choose. Just accept your fate."
Su Luo said frankly.
"Yes, I accept it, I've already accepted it."
She continued flipping through her son's photo album as she spoke.
"..."
Song Lingshan remained silent, simply gazing at him with a complex expression, lost in thought.
When Su Luo saw the last page of the photo album, a lump formed in her throat, and her eyes reddened.
Seeing Su Luo like this, Song Lingshan said helplessly.
"Hey, are you going to cry? What are you crying for? I'm the one who's suffering. Do you think he's always been as glamorous as he looks in the photos?"
"Let me tell you, he was a high-needs child. I had to hold him to sleep at night. If I put him down, he would cry and cry so hard that people who didn't know him would think I was abusing him. He didn't stop until he was three years old."
"I don't know who I took after. I wasn't this restless when I was a kid, and I don't think you would be like this either. During that time, I always suspected that he was sent down to torture me. I couldn't understand why he would do this. I had never done anything heinous before, so why would he torture me like this?"
"You don't know what it feels like to not be able to sleep soundly for a long time. You can't sleep peacefully, you're afraid to move, afraid of rolling over on him. You just don't understand. He's so cute, but when he cries all night long, you can't feel his cuteness anymore. You'll think he's a little devil. When I broke down, I wanted to strangle him."
“But he’s too young. After all, he’s my own flesh and blood. No matter how much I break down, I can’t really do anything to him. But the thought of strangling him has always been there.”
"I don't think I'm a good mother..."
Pat pat!
Large tears fell onto the album cover, and Su Luo's body trembled uncontrollably.
Since he was imprisoned by Song Lingshan and then released, he felt that he and Song Lingshan were even and he did not feel that he owed Song Lingshan anything.
But now, hearing Song Lingshan describe the pain and torment of the past five years so casually is quite surprising.
She felt incredibly guilty, knowing that he had silently endured so much suffering without her knowledge.
Song Lingshan said angrily.
"What are you crying about? I'm the one who should be crying! I only just realized that my son's crying problem is all because of you. All these years, you still haven't changed. If he grows up and is still like you, I'm really going to beat him to death!"
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