"Mother? Do you also know that you are my mother?"
"Which mother in this world would remarry with one son but leave the other son behind? I haven't seen each other for several years, but every time I meet, it's cold and indifferent, like saying one more word makes my mouth dirty? "
"If it wasn't for me and Xue Xue, I'm afraid you wouldn't know about my return to China, right? Yes, after all, in your heart, An Yang is your son, and I'm afraid I'm almost like a stranger on the roadside? Oh no, stranger At least you won't be so blatantly disgusted."
"I respect you because you gave birth to me, but since you haven't fulfilled your responsibilities for more than 20 years, don't try to oppress me as a mother now, I won't compromise, and I won't listen to you. of."
Jiang Pingyang said that he picked up the water cup on the table with one hand and poured it down.
His emotions had never seemed so out of control.
To this day, Ding Rou has completely shattered his expectations, Jiang Pingyang is no longer disappointed, and even more, feels relieved and happy.
Overdue.
Jiang Pingyang thought, Ding Rou's constant indifference over the past few decades has made it clear that he is insignificant in the other party's heart. It's ridiculous that he still wants to get even a little bit of warmth and affirmation from Ding Rou.
It's just a fool's dream.
Don't care about you, no matter how well you do, it still doesn't care about you.
People are more valuable in self-respect and self-love, rather than seeking approval from the attitude of others.
Jiang Pingyang realized again that his fate with Xue Xue was the most precious gift he had received since his birth.
He couldn't let go.
Even if... She and Jiang Anyang have a past that they can't get involved in.
Ding Rou didn't notice the determination in Jiang Pingyang's eyes, she was just immersed in her own thoughts.
The life in front of me looks like Jiang Pingyang, but it doesn't seem to be Jiang Pingyang.
In Ding Rou's memory, Jiang Pingyang was a child who could provoke her sensitive nerves even if she stood on the side. Ding Rou knew better than anyone about Jiang Pingyang's innocence, but whenever she saw the picture that looked like Jiang Huaide When she looked at her face, she couldn't help but express her anger.
It feels good to have someone take their anger out, even if the other person is his own son.
It was only at this time that Ding Rou realized how terrifying the selfishness she had hidden in her bones.
But even if she realizes this, she has no plans to change. A person's love is limited. After her failed marriage with Jiang Huaide, Ding Rou decided to keep most of her love for herself and a small part of her love for Jiang Anyang. , As for Jiang Pingyang... It is Jiang Huaide's responsibility.
With this idea in mind, Ding Rou lived through the decades with peace of mind.
Unexpectedly, her actions will one day be challenged by the eldest son who has been neglected.
After recovering, the guilty conscience dissipated, replaced by anger and anger.
Ding Rou stretched out trembling fingers and pointed at Jiang Pingyang.
"What are you talking about? Jiang Pingyang, I said that I let you leave Xue Mi for your own good. Did you get drunk by that woman? You actually said that about your mother—"
Since the two of them were in an open seat, and now that dinner time was approaching, there were already many guests seated, and Ding Rou was so angry that he didn't pay attention to the volume, so many people were now looking at their table.
With hindsight, he noticed the scrutiny eyes gathered on him from all directions, even if it was obscure, it still gave Ding Rou a strong sense of shame to be watched naked.
How long has it been since she was so embarrassed? It seems that as long as he has a relationship with Jiang Pingyang, nothing good has happened to him.
If Jiang Pingyang could get a glimpse of Ding Rou's inner thoughts, he would probably laugh uncontrollably.
This is his mother, a mother who is used to putting all the responsibilities on him. Even if she realizes that she is wrong, she still feels that he deserves to be regarded as a mother who is out of breath.
It's a pity that Jiang Pingyang couldn't get a glimpse of Ding Rou's heart, so he seemed to be calm, but Jiang Pingyang's calm, against the background of Ding Rou's gaffe, was even more embarrassing and ridiculous.
Even the whispers of the next table can be faintly heard.
Ding Rou's face turned blue and then white, and finally, it gradually returned to normal.
Seeing the change in Ding Rou's expression with his own eyes, Jiang Pingyang thought of what Xue Xue said to himself: "Actually, I think Aunt Ding's marriage to my father really buried her talents. If she is in the entertainment industry, she must be very good. developing."
At that time, Jiang Pingyang didn't quite understand the meaning of Xue Xue's words, and Xue Xue did not intend to explain, but now he understands.
About Ding Rou's "acting skills".
"Ping Yang, I know you resent me for not taking care of you for so many years, but I can't help it..."
"I have already brought An Yang in. Although Wan Gui doesn't care, my words and deeds symbolize the identity of Madam Xue. If I see you more frequently, what do you want others to think of your mother?"
Ding Rou's words are not entirely false.
Although it is also a second marriage, everyone will not be curious about the rich man, but speculate and imagine the intention of the woman who brings a son in.
Although Ding Rou has a good wrist and a flexible mind, it took a lot of effort to break into the circle of those ladies and gain recognition. Before that, she had been blatantly ridiculed. There are cold words from others behind their backs.
Ding Rou, who is now firmly seated in Madam Xue's position, rarely recalls this past event, but when she mentions the past, the sadness on her eyes is still touching.
Not to mention the teardrop that will not fall from the corner of the eye.
"And when you handed you over to your dad, your dad took you abroad. He didn't tell me where you were, but just left me with a phone number. I'm afraid that calling you too often will affect your life abroad. Homework…”
"enough."
Hearing this, Jiang Pingyang had completely lost his patience.
He picked up the paper bag that he had prepared in his briefcase and put it in front of Ding Rou.
Ding Rou raised her brows because of Jiang Pingyang's unexpected behavior.
"what is this?"
"After I leave, you will understand when you open it and look at it." Jiang Pingyang said and stood up. "It's impossible to tell the truth if you talk too much. You know how you feel about me over the years."
"As for Xue Xue... I don't know why you insist on letting An Yang be with her, but I can tell you clearly, it's impossible."
"Xue Xue is a living person, not an object. She has her own thoughts and will make her own decisions. You have no right to interfere with her choices." Jiang Ping paused. "Come on, even if she really says she wants to break up one day... that's because I haven't done well enough. I'll improve until she's willing to accept me again."
"You..." Hearing this, Ding Rou was stunned, and then she cursed in a tone of hatred. "No promise!"
"It has nothing to do with you whether I have any prospects or not. You have not taught me anything since I was a child."
Jiang Pingyang was unexpectedly calm, but it made Ding Rou feel uneasy that things were out of control, but before she could figure out what to do next, Jiang Pingyang had already taken the step of leaving.
Just then the waiter was about to bring the meal.
"Sir, you..."
"Pay the bill, and then deliver Ms. Ding's meal. As for mine..." Jiang Pingyang saw an old man with his grandson begging outside through the floor-to-ceiling window. "Just invite the grandfather and grandson."
When the words fell, regardless of Ding Rou's anger behind him, completely forgetting the image of the shout, Jiang Pingyang took firm steps and pushed open the door of the restaurant.