However, Ruan Jiandang has always been like this, otherwise, he wouldnât have let Liao Zhaoji cause such a scene back then, only deciding to divorce at the last moment.
As for Liu Qingyun, itâs even more understandable. Being a stepmother, she tends to be more cautious in her actions, and when dealing with the Yue Family, who has no blood ties to her son, she canât possibly have a very high attitude.
This meal, even without the Hong Family members, didnât go well for the Ruan Family either.
On the Hong Familyâs side, it was even more like a volcanic eruption, the situation went out of control for a time.
As soon as Mrs. Hong left the private room, she stormed straight into the room, angrily stuffing clothes from the closet into a bag, with Mr. Hong chasing after her trying to console her, "What are you doing? Letâs talk this over nicely. If you just rush out like this, what about Pingping?"
"What do you mean, what about her? She doesnât want me as her mom anymore, why should I care about her?!" If Mr. Hong hadnât said that, it might have been better, but as soon as he did, Mrs. Hong completely exploded.
"Mom, Iâm not leaving!" Hong Ling chased after them, crying as she took the clothes out of the bag. If her mom left like this, completely severing ties with the Ruan Family, how could she still be with Ruan Hao?
Hong Ling cried bitterly, holding onto Mrs. Hongâs bag, refusing to let her go.
Mrs. Hong tried pulling twice but couldnât bring herself to move. On one side was her husband, and on the other was her daughter, and neither was on her side. If she had a heart condition, sheâd probably have had an attack by now.
The three of them were like this, one putting clothes into the bag, one taking them out, and one anxiously pacing around the side.
In the midst of this tug-of-war, Hong Ping had already walked to the door.
"Sis! Come and persuade Mom!" Hong Lingâs eyes lit up when she saw Hong Ping and immediately called out.
"Donât call her your sister, I donât have a daughter like her! Get out, get out immediately!! From now on, youâre just the Ruan Familyâs daughter-in-law, and have nothing to do with us Hong Family! I donât have a daughter like you anymore!" Mrs. Hong, in her rage, lost control of her words.
Hong Ping stood at the door, saying nothing, just looked at her with silent tears streaming, almost covering her entire face.
And her gaze startled Mrs. Hong, who didnât know how to describe it, as if it was particularly disappointed, yet also particularly despairing.
She couldnât describe it.
If a word had to be used, it might be ashen-hearted.
Hong Ping just looked at Mrs. Hong like this. In reality, the tears in her eyes made it hard for her to clearly see what Mrs. Hong looked like.
"Sis?" Hong Ling, sensing something was wrong, called out uneasily.
"You..." Mrs. Hong felt inexplicably panicked under her gaze.
"You said I donât want you as my mother, but did you, have you ever treated me as your daughter?" Finally, Hong Ping asked.
"What do you mean by that?" Mrs. Hongâs expression changed.
Ruan Jun had already caught up from behind, looking at Hong Ping, somewhat distressed, and came forward, taking out a handkerchief to try to wipe her tears, but was refused by Hong Ping. She wiped her own tears awkwardly, barely holding back her tears, then looked up again at Mrs. Hong.
After taking a deep breath, she said, "Ruan Jun is my love, my husband. From the start, you looked down on him, and I donât blame you for it because you didnât know him, but I believe, over time, youâll slowly see his excellence and naturally change your opinion of him."