Especially the way Hua looked at Kaiyang; Qi, being a mother herself, understood it all too well.
What am I going to do? She's indifferent to her own son, but she's so overly maternal towards other children.
The Qi mother and son immediately decided that they would find an opportunity to discuss what to do later.
In any case, you absolutely cannot use a accusatory tone or manner to tell Hua that what she did was wrong, because it would chill Tong'er's heart, and it would be difficult for her to get close to the child again in the future.
Madam Qi didn't think her daughter-in-law was bad. She blamed it all on the bastard who stole Tong'er. Madam Qi, who came from a scholarly family, cursed the other man's ancestors for eighteen generations in her heart and even cursed that the bastard who had been beheaded to go to the eighteenth level of hell and never be reincarnated, not even to the animal realm.
Looking at the mother and son, who were both troubled and trying their best to hide their feelings, Hong Xiaoduo felt quite emotional. Family traditions are really important. Look at that mother-in-law and husband.
With such status and wealth, and the loss of their only grandson, no one in the family, from top to bottom, used any reason or excuse, such as continuing the family line or not having a descendant, to take another concubine.
It seems that not everyone in ancient times held such outdated feudal ideas, and not all men wanted to have multiple wives and concubines.
"Oh, right, I forgot to ask you, Miss Hong, do you drink alcohol?" The only male host at the table suddenly remembered and asked.
“My mother doesn’t drink alcohol,” Kaiyang immediately replied loudly.
Hong Xiaoduo looked at Kaiyang, who had answered first. The little guy immediately lowered his head guiltily and continued to bite into the big beef meatball. Their chef's food was so delicious, even better than what he had eaten at the restaurant before.
He wasn't young and didn't know manners, so he rushed to respond.
When I parted ways with my master and brothers, my eldest brother had specifically instructed me that since I was a woman, I shouldn't drink alcohol outside. He said that if I got drunk, it might be unsafe and I might suffer a loss.
Kaiyang will certainly keep his elder brother's instructions in mind.
I brought him along on this trip to Beijing; it carries a heavy responsibility.
Mother is very capable, but as my eldest brother said, even the most capable person can be careless. Even tigers sometimes doze off, let alone humans.
"Kaiyang, shall I take you to see a shadow puppet show tonight?" Hua asked as soon as she thought of it.
Kaiyang didn't respond immediately. He looked at Hong Xiaoduo first, and seeing that she wasn't looking at him either, he thought for a moment and said, "Madam, you must be tired from your journey. You should get some rest. You can go see the shadow puppet show tomorrow."
"Okay, then let's go tomorrow." Mrs. Hua replied with a smile. What a considerate and sensible child!
After the meal, just as I put down my chopsticks and got up to leave, I saw Wei Junpei striding towards me.
"It really is you! When I first entered the manor, the steward told me, and I couldn't believe it," Wei Junpei asked happily.
“Grandfather.” Kaiyang had been close to the old man before him, but after learning that he wanted to adopt him, Kaiyang disliked him.
Later, after Hong Xiaoduo talked to him, the matter didn't work out, and Kaiyang let go of his resentment towards his father.
Kaiyang is very happy to see it now.
After all, now that his father's grandson has been found, he won't be bothered with him anymore. He doesn't need to be separated from his mother, older brother, older sister, younger sister, master, and sister Feiyan.
"Hey, come here, Grandfather, give me a hug." Hearing Kaiyang's affectionate call, Wei Junpei stepped forward and picked up the child.
“Father.” Mrs. Hua stepped forward.
Seeing that his daughter-in-law, whom he hadn't seen for many days, looked to be in good spirits, Wei Junpei breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a smile, saying, "If you hadn't come back, your mother would have left the capital to look for you."
"Your daughter-in-law is unfilial, causing your father and mother so much worry," Hua said with remorse.
"Why are you being so formal with us? You've all finished eating, let's go talk in the living room." Wei Junpei was in a good mood. He looked around, but he didn't see his grandson, whom he had just found. He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't want to ask his wife in front of Hong Xiaoduo.
Moreover, in just that short time, he had already sensed that something was wrong; his wife and son looked very unnatural.
The moment he picked up Kaiyang, the expressions of the mother and son became even more obviously strange.
"Zizheng, bring me your treasured tea." On the way to the living room, Wei Junpei didn't forget to instruct his son.
Wei Zizheng quickly agreed and turned to walk towards his own courtyard.
His expression gradually became serious. His father was treating this young lady and that child in a rather unusual way.
You should know that his father never asked him to take the fine tea he treasured when his father's friends came to the mansion.
And look at how natural he was when he held Kaiyang just now. There was no sense of awkwardness at all, as if Kaiyang was his own grandson.
Wei Zizheng returned to his study, retrieved the treasured tea, and instead of immediately returning to the living room, had his attendant deliver the tea there.
He himself went to the west wing, which was Tong'er's room.
"You're back. Tong'er is practicing calligraphy, saying she wants to write as well as you." Tong'er's foster mother, Madam Yin, quickly stepped forward from inside the door.
Wei Zizheng smiled and nodded, then walked into the house. Looking at the child who had turned around and was looking at him, he felt extremely guilty and ashamed.
“Father,” the child called out.
"Hmm, let me see how Tong'er's calligraphy is progressing." Wei Zizheng stepped forward and looked at the table. The table was covered with writing, which was neat and tidy, but it only had form and no substance. However, for a seven-year-old child, without his father's guidance, to have learned to this extent in that remote place with the village teacher was already quite remarkable.
Wei Zizheng called softly, "Come, let your father teach you."
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