"You bastard! How dare you come back?" With this furious shout, a teacup suddenly flew towards Mo Xiangnan. Mo Xiangnan couldn't dodge and was hit hard on the forehead. The teacup fell to the ground and shattered. Blood flowed down his cheek, but he didn't bother to wipe it off, just silently watching his furious father. The entire living room was filled with a tense and oppressive atmosphere, as if a storm was about to break out.
"Oh my! What on earth are you doing? Why are you so angry? Is this necessary?" Mrs. Mo looked at her son's hands wiping the blood from his forehead with a look of heartache. His well-maintained face now looked pale and haggard from excessive worry. She harshly blamed her husband for making a fuss.
"I'm losing my temper? Humph! Why don't you ask your precious son what awful things he's done!" Father Mo's voice rose a few notches, filled with uncontrollable anger and dissatisfaction. He stared at his son with wide eyes, as if he wanted to vent all his anger.
He never imagined that the son he had nurtured would do such a thing. It was simply a disgrace to the family.
"What did you do? Isn't it just a mistake any man would make? What's the big deal? It's not a matter of principle. Why make such a fuss?" Mo's mother said nonchalantly, as if the matter was insignificant and not worth mentioning. Her tone was casual, as if she didn't care about this so-called "mistake" at all, and even thought that others were a little too sensitive and picky.
What's wrong with her son liking a woman before marriage? What's wrong with having a relationship with a woman? It's not like he's cheating on his wife.
She dared to say that in the entire wealthy circle, there was no second-generation rich who didn't do this, it was just that no one had discovered it. Her son was just unlucky and was seen by others. What's the big deal? He could just spend some money and settle it. As for being so angry and touching him?
"A loving mother often spoils her child! Don't you understand? It's because you've been doting on him that you've spoiled him!" Father Mo's face flushed red with anger. He pointed a trembling finger at her, his voice filled with blame and anger. His angry eyes seemed to be spewing fire, making people dare not look directly at him.
His son usually looks like a decent person, but he turned out to be so unstable and undisciplined in private. It really pissed him off. How could he fight with others in the future? How could he hand over the company to him with confidence?
"Oh, Mo Xiangqian, you have the nerve to say that! My son is so outstanding, and you actually dare to despise him! What are you thinking? Do you think the son born to you by your first love is a thousand times better than my son? Don't forget, he doesn't want to acknowledge you as his father!" Mo's mother roared angrily, her facial expression distorted by anger.
Her eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire, her fingers were clenched into fists, and they were trembling slightly. Her chest was heaving violently, and her breathing became rapid. It was obvious that she was very angry at this moment.
If she had known that he had a child before marriage, she would never have married him. Otherwise, she wouldn't be treated as a joke now. Those people have ridiculed her countless times, both openly and covertly. Every time she heard such words, she felt it was irritating and angry.
Mo Xiangqian held his forehead helplessly. This shrew always liked to bring up old grudges whenever she couldn't win an argument. She said she wasn't annoyed, but he was tired of hearing it.
"I'm talking to you about my son now. Why are you talking about all that nonsense?"
"Nonsense? I hit you right in the gut, so you must be feeling guilty, right?" Mo's mother sneered.
"Oh, do I need to feel guilty? I have a clear conscience." Mo Xiangqian said calmly.
"Ha, you have a clear conscience? What? Did that illegitimate child pop out of a stone?" She sneered.
"What an ignorant woman! I don't even bother to argue with you. If you really can't accept all this, then let's get divorced! From now on, you go your way and I go mine. We won't interfere with each other and will go our separate ways." After the man said these words, he looked at her coldly. The woman stood there alone, her heart filled with despair and helplessness.
Her hands and feet trembled involuntarily, and her voice was filled with fear and anger. "Divorce? You actually want to divorce me? You're simply daydreaming! I'm telling you, I will never do what you want! Do you think I don't know? The reason you want to divorce me so badly is simply because you want to marry that woman as soon as possible! You don't even consider whether she wants it or not. I'm telling you, even if I die, I won't do what you want." Mother Mo wailed and roared. She had worked hard with him for most of her life, and he actually wanted to divorce her? It was obvious that he had never liked her, never taken her seriously? He clearly didn't care about her at all? Then what was she like all these years? Was it all her own fault? But why? Why did she deserve it?
However, in response to her questioning, Father Mo simply glanced at her, seemingly unwilling to explain. This cold attitude left her feeling even more heartbroken and helpless. She couldn't understand why their marriage had come to this point. The sweetness and promises they once had vanished into thin air, leaving only endless pain and hurt.
After a while, Father Mo sighed and said, "It's you who's been pushing me the most. I didn't force you to divorce, but you always use this to sow discord. If you care so much about it, why bother making things difficult for yourself?"
He really didn't understand whether she wanted to live with him or not. If she did, why did she keep mentioning them? He hadn't seen them for over a decade.
"Am I the one who keeps holding on to me? It's you who keeps reminding me that you have a son."
"Am I reminding you? It's you who has been bringing this up all the time, right?" Father Mo's tone couldn't help but rise. He really couldn't stand the blame that she casually put on him.
In the living room, the air suddenly became quiet, and it was visibly seen that both of them had stopped.
"Mom and Dad, stop arguing." Seeing his parents about to start arguing again, Mo Xiangnan quickly interrupted. He had become accustomed to it over the years. He didn't know where all the fights came from. They argued every day. They didn't get tired of it, and he was irritated just listening to them.
"What are you talking about? Is it your turn to speak here?"
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