In the Capital Cityâs Yang Family under the Kyoto Military District, Mr. Yang sat angrily at the head position, staring unblinkingly at his son kneeling on the ground.
"Dad, this really isnât my fault. You know Iâve never been able to control that brat. Who knew he would sneak off to file a report? I really didnât know," Yang Aihua said helplessly, kneeling on the floor.
The old manâs habit of making people kneel must be changed. Luckily, no other family members or the guard are here; otherwise, if they saw him, a dignified military district leader, kneeling here, how would he ever show his face again?
"Youâre his father, how could you not know?" Mr. Yang glared at his son angrily, "Get him to come back immediately."
"Dad, you canât do this, can you?" Zhou Mei, standing on the side, couldnât hold back anymore, "This favoritism is too much, isnât it?"
"What did you say?" Mr. Yang asked coldly, looking at his second daughter-in-law, Zhou Mei.
"Enough, stop talking." Yang Aihua shot Zhou Mei a glare, "This has nothing to do with you, go to the kitchen and make dinner."
"How is it none of my business?" Zhou Mei shook off Yang Aihuaâs hand and straightened her back, "Dad, Yunhai is your biological grandson, and so is Yun Feng, but the way you treat the two grandsons is vastly different, isnât it?"
"Whatâs wrong with Yun Feng? You can pave such a good path for Yunhai, so why canât you help Yun Feng a little? Even if you donât support him, you shouldnât suppress Yun Feng everywhere just for Yunhaiâs sake."
Zhou Mei spoke with such grievance, tears streaming as she spoke.
"Alright, everyone say a few less words." Ma Zhenxian, who had been sitting beside Mr. Yang the whole time, finally spoke after Zhou Mei finished venting, "Your father has his reasons for arranging things this way."
Zhou Mei pursed her lips and did not speak further under Ma Zhenxianâs gaze.
"You say I paved the way for Yunhai?" Mr. Yang gave a faint smile and glanced at Zhou Mei, then looked at Yang Aihua kneeling on the ground, "Do you think so too?"
"Dad, no... not at all. Youâre doing this for our own good," Yang Aihua said with a smile.
Even if different thoughts were in his heart, he absolutely couldnât say them at this moment.
Mr. Yang sighed and suddenly didnât want to say anything anymore. He stood up, "Forget it, just suit yourselves."
No wonder old friends always say that children and grandchildren have their own fortunes, advising him to worry less.
But he just couldnât let go, always hoping that his children could do better, but because of this, it led to the current state of the family; seemingly harmonious on the surface, but in secret...
"Mom, why didnât you let me speak just now?" Zhou Mei asked, holding Ma Zhenxianâs arm, "The old man is so biased itâs almost laughable. Yun Feng is your only grandson; donât you feel sorry for him?"
"What kind of talk is that?" Yang Aihua glared at her, "Could our mom not care about Yun Feng?"
"Enough, both of you cut out the petty thoughts." Ma Zhenxian said, "If I hadnât stopped you just now, Yun Feng would probably be transferred back soon."
"Mom is truly the best, I knew youâd never abandon us," Zhou Mei said with a flattering smile.
"Let Yun Feng stabilize there first, itâd be best if he could achieve something. That way, things will be easier when he returns to the Capital City," Ma Zhenxian told her son, "Yun Feng is stronger than you, but he needs to work on his temperament. Endurance is a sharp knife, you and your father, sigh..."
She had been overly protective back then; otherwise, her son wouldnât have turned out this way.
Now, she could only pin her hopes on her grandson.