Xu Lihua couldnāt finish her sentence.
Because her husbandās gaze was like a sharp sword, slicing through and exposing the foolishness and inadequacy hidden beneath all her virtuous appearance.
"Xu Lihua, you... really make my heart grow cold. Beiye is your son too!"
Mo Zhongliang never expected that by accidentally overhearing a conversation, he would discover such a huge crisis within the family!
He had never known that his wifeās favoritism had reached such an extent!
All her attention was focused on the three-year-old younger son, so obvious even in front of him. How could Beiye, who was involved, not notice?
Mo Zhongliang felt a massive surge of guilt in his heart.
It was his carelessness, assuming that leaving the children to be raised by their birth mother would never be a problem.
He had never known that the elder son was enduring such great grievances!
Looking at his wifeās baffled expression, still convinced she was in the right, he suddenly felt very annoyed.
Mo Zhongliang stood up from the sofa: "Iāll go get the first aid kit for Beiye."
Gu Shengyin finished her bath, changed clothes, and heard a knock on the door.
Opening the door, it was her father, Mo Zhongliang.
Mo Zhongliang came in holding the first aid kit.
"Beiye, itās Dad who owes you an apology." Mo Zhongliang didnāt feel that apologizing to his son was a shameful thing to do.
In fact, just thinking about his son enduring such grievances in this family made him feel he had failed as a father.
Gu Shengyin instead smiled and comforted him: "Father, you did nothing wrong."
Mo Zhongliang took out some ointment from the kit and personally applied it to Gu Shengyin.
Fortunately, it was just a small area by the mouth, so it didnāt take long.
Gu Shengyin saw he was about to take the kit away, and quickly said, "Dad, leave it in my room, Iāll apply it again before I sleep."
Mo Zhongliang placed the kit on her bedside table.
He realized it had been a long time since he had seriously looked at his elder son.
The seventeen-year-old young master was alarmingly thin, shorter than average teenagers.
In truth, this was due to Gu Shengyinās gender, but in Mo Zhongliangās eyes, he immediately imagined his son being neglected by his mother while he was away.
His heart ached terribly.
"Has your mother always treated you this way?" he asked.
Gu Shengyin remained silent for a moment, then shook their head.
"Before my younger brother was born, Mother was very strict with me. She wanted me to be first in everything, or Iād be punished."
When Gu Shengyin mentioned this, their expression didnāt change, as if they were talking about something unrelated to themself.
"After my brother was born, she stopped caring about me, didnāt care if my grades dropped, if I got into fights, dyed my hair, she didnāt care."
Gu Shengyinās voice was calm.
They looked up at Mo Zhongliang: "Youāve seen it too, Dad, she doesnāt love me at all."
Mo Zhongliang felt nothing but sorrow looking at his son like this.
He wanted to say that their mother did love them, but remembering his wifeās demeanor, he really couldnāt say those words.
He gently embraced his son: "Itās just that your mother canāt take care of both you and your brother well simultaneously..."
Even as he said this, he felt guilty, but he could only comfort his son this way.
Gu Shengyin couldnāt help but laugh.
She rose out of her fatherās embrace, smiling as she said, "Iām a grown man, Dad, thereās no need to comfort me like this."
Her gaze was calm: "In three years, any dissatisfaction would be worn away by time. Now, I donāt hate her at all."