Luo Jiangjing dragged her husband out and said something to him in the Bai family's old house. She originally wanted to clear things up first and lay the groundwork, but she didn't expect his reaction to be so strong.
Although Luo Jiangjing had tacitly agreed to the matter of two children before, she still felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. But now seeing her husband's fierce opposition, her heart was aroused and she completely turned against him and helped her son.
Luo Jiangjing said dissatisfiedly: "It's just one thing. The child has grown up and thought about it for a long time before telling us. It's not like he is ignorant and making trouble here."
Bai Jingrong said: "Isn't this nonsense?! Look at what you have done to him over the years!"
Luo Jiangjing was also annoyed. "So what if I indulge him? My son has done well. He is so outstanding. I have never had to worry about him since he was a child. He has excellent grades in school. Everyone in the company gives him a thumbs up when they mention him. Why can't I indulge him a little?"
Bai Jingrong said: "He did such a shameful thing..."
Luo Jiangjing slammed the table, glared at him and said, "Say it again, how did my son lose face?" One of her carefully maintained nails was broken, but she didn't care at all. She didn't feel any pain under her burning anger. "He is a person, he has the right to make his own choice!"
Bai Jingrong was silent for a moment, took a few deep breaths, and calmed down a little before saying, "I don't mean to control him, it's just that the path he chose is wrong."
"There's no right or wrong. He's happy, and so am I. My son just likes a man, isn't he? Why are you making such a fuss?" Luo Jiangjing laughed in anger, "I've been married to you for more than 20 years, and I've never asked you for anything. My son and I have never used your name when we go out, and I've never asked a police car to clear the way. Just because you're in the army, we're more low-key and careful than anyone else. I've never complained to you about our separation over the years, because I respect and love you. But since you said that today, I can only express my attitude..."
Bai Jingrong's heart skipped a beat and he called out to her, but Luo Jiangjing waved away his approaching arm and sneered, "I am responsible for my son. If you can't accept us as mother and son, we can separate first and everyone calm down for a while."
After she finished speaking, she stood up and went upstairs.
Bai Jingrong stayed downstairs, staring at the steaming tea on the table in shock for a moment. His wife had just been gently advising him, so how come the couple were going to break up in the blink of an eye
There was a noise coming from upstairs, Bai Jingrong hurriedly walked over, only to see Luo Jiangjing packing his luggage and coming out, holding the small suitcase in his hand. He just looked at him coldly and said, "I'm going to live in the small building in Luochuan. I won't stay here to bother you."
Bai Jingrong's throat seemed to be blocked by cotton. He was clearly feeling aggrieved and had a lot to say, but he was choked and couldn't utter a word.
Luo Jiangjing has a clear distinction between love and hate. When she is good to her husband, she can taste a little sweetness even if she is wronged. But when she is not happy, she can find bones in eggs. Her son is her Achilles' heel. She has raised him for so many years with her heart. He is her most proud treasure. How can she allow others to say a bad word
Even your husband is not allowed to do that.
Bai Jingrong hit a snag with his son, and then when he returned to the old house he hit another snag with his wife. Both were hard snags, and he almost got a bloody nose.
He is now a lonely man, living alone in that small building. He has no worries about food and drink, but no one talks to him.
When I went to the hospital, I occasionally ran into Mr. Bai when he was awake. Most of the time, the old man was talking to his grandson, and he was listening to what the old man said. It seemed that he understood and supported them.
Bai Jingrong couldn't sit still in the hospital during the day, and couldn't sleep well when he returned to his old house at night. Within a few days, he had dark circles under his eyelids.
That morning, he was eating breakfast absentmindedly when he suddenly saw Luo Jiangjing walk in.
Luo Jiangjing was wearing a thick woolen windbreaker with a matching hood on her head. Her belt showed off her slender waist. Even in winter, she was still as elegant and fashionable as ever. After she came in, she only sat for a while without taking off her lambskin gloves. She looked up at Bai Jingrong and said, "I've made up my mind."
The couple hadn't spoken to each other for a few days. When Bai Jingrong saw her, his heart had already softened a bit, and he sat there listening.
Luo Jiangjing was well-maintained, with fair skin and delicate features, except for a few faint smile lines at the corners of her eyes. But at this moment, she did not smile. She raised her chin and said to her husband, "My Luo family is rich and powerful, not inferior to the Bai family. At most, I can give my share to my son. Even if your family has the throne to inherit, does that mean my family has nothing?"
Bai Jingrong was stunned for a long while. He never expected that his usually gentle wife would come to such a conclusion after thinking for a few days.
Luo Jiangjing sat there and took a sip of the hot tea in the cup, looking calm and composed.
Her meaning was obvious. What could Bai Jingrong use to coerce and bribe her son? It was nothing more than fame and fortune.
And she had all those things.
Her son never had to be threatened by anyone from the beginning.
On the other side, in the hospital.
Old Bai was in better spirits today. Bai Luochuan helped him up and he leaned against the head of the bed in a comfortable position to talk to him.
"Do you know why your parents are so strict with you? Because they gave birth to you and raised you, so they are responsible for your life. As for me, I'm an old man, buried up to my neck in the dirt, and I just want to enjoy some family happiness. I have no direct responsibility for you, so grandpa can spoil you however he wants." The old man laughed, touched Bai Luochuan's head, and said with a loving look in his eyes, "We are all family, there is nothing wrong with it. Your dad is upset now, but he will be fine in two years."
Bai Luochuan said: "I don't need his blessing."
Mr. Bai: "Nonsense, that's your biological father."
Bai Luochuan lowered his head and said nothing, but he was also stubborn.
When Old Bai saw him like this, he thought of the little kid who used to circle around his legs. Bai Luochuan was like this when he was a child. He didn't get angry with him when he was particularly unhappy, but just kept silent. The old man thought for a while and said with a smile: "The most outrageous thing your father did was to grow long hair when he was young, and forced me to cut his hair bald. He didn't dare to go out for more than a month! He has been too disciplined all his life. He has lived like this and has never experienced these things. He only has a child like you, and everything is out of his control. You have to let him adapt."
Bai Luochuan held back and asked, "Did my dad ever have long hair?"
Old Bai raised his eyebrows and said, "That's right! He was just like a little hooligan. I was so angry at that time that I chased him for three blocks before I caught him!"
Bai Luochuan had a strange look on his face; he couldn't imagine it at all.
Old Bai patted his hands and said with a smile, "Luochuan, you are different from him. You are a good boy, and Yangyang is also well behaved. Grandpa will definitely stand by you if you have any problems. Don't worry. You should live your life by yourself. Why bother so much? If your father still makes trouble, Grandpa will stand up for you. Although I hope he can say something good, if he dares to say anything about you, I will be the first to disagree."
Bai Luochuan raised the corner of his lips and said, "Grandpa, let's make a deal. If you get better soon, we will be discharged from the hospital two days earlier and celebrate the New Year together this year."
Bai Lao smiled and nodded: "Okay."
The author has something to say: Double Standard Party:
Mr. Bai faces his long-haired son who is trying to rebel (angrily): You little bastard, grab the shaved head!
Mr. Bai faces his grandson who is truly rebellious and comes out (heartbroken): It’s not easy for my grandson, I have to support him!