Jiang Yimei continued, speaking with conviction: "Mom! We are both women, you should know what we need, isn't it just care and love from our partner? Otherwise, why did you marry my father? He's so poor and destitute."
This statement offended both parents.
Jiang's father's face immediately darkened considerably.
He wanted to argue back, but knowing his wife would prove his innocence, he held back his anger and remained silent.
“Mei’er, you’re so wrong. In the past, having a place to shelter from the wind and rain was considered a comfortable life. Moreover, your father was working in a state-owned enterprise, a secure job that countless women dreamed of. I was lucky to marry him, a blessing I’ve accumulated over three lifetimes.”
"Wow!"
Jiang Yimei never expected that her mother would have this kind of argument, which left her completely devastated and unable to stand up.
Nevertheless, she still wanted to make a sarcastic remark: "And now? Now it's proven that your thinking back then was wrong."
Jiang's father had no way to refute this statement, after all, Jiang's mother had often said in private that she regretted marrying him.
To the surprise of both father and daughter, Jiang's mother did the opposite and said with great relief, "Wrong! I am so glad that I married this old man and that I have such a precious daughter like you."
As he spoke, he placed his calloused old hands on Jiang Yimei's face, cradling her as if she were his precious darling.
Jiang Yimei didn't feel at all that this 180-degree change in attitude was because of herself or her father.
It must be that bastard Lin Congzhi; only someone as rich as him can satisfy his mother's vanity.
However, feeling her mother's rough, dull hands, a sense of hatred welled up deep within her for some reason.
This hatred stems from self-reproach.
As time passed, my mother's youth faded, but the years added many vicissitudes to her appearance.
At this age, she could have enjoyed a peaceful and happy old age with her family, but little did she know that her disappointing behavior would prevent her from fulfilling this dream for her mother.
This made her even more determined to make a name for herself.
"Mom! Can you trust me one more time?"
She fought back the warmth in her eyes and asked, her nose tingling.
"Believe in what?"
Jiang's mother was stunned, not knowing what her daughter meant.
“You don’t need to know what it is, just trust me,” Jiang Yimei replied.
Jiang's mother patted her head and gently scolded, "Silly child, of course I believe you, but I absolutely disagree with the idea that you and Jiang Ze are happy together."
Jiang Yimei was amused and said with emotion, "Mom, this time it's only about me, not Jiang Ze."
"Then I'll believe you."
Jiang Yimei felt very happy, and then rushed into her mother's arms and hugged her tightly.
The next moment, the tears that had been welling up in her eyes flowed uncontrollably.
It wasn't until her clothes were soaked that Jiang's mother realized what had happened to her daughter.
Perhaps the child is overly blaming himself?
But why blame yourself? Wouldn't the quickest way be to marry Lin Congzhi? That would solve everything.
...
Afterwards, Jiang's parents did not call Lin Congzhi, because they would keep their promise to their daughter.
Jiang Yimei knew that she didn't have much time left.
After settling my parents in, I went back to work.
On her first day at work, she wore a powerful businesswoman's suit, looking radiant and commanding.
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