Xu Lihuaâs tears fell like rain: "Beichen is still so young, how can you bear to let him leave his mother? Is he really your son, that you could be so heartless?"
Mo Zhongliang, already boiling with anger, exploded at Xu Lihuaâs words: "I want to ask you, Xu Lihua! Is Beiye not your son? How can you treat him so coldly?"
Xu Lihuaâs lips moved slightly, clearly unconcerned: Mo Beiye was not her son to begin with.
She only had Beichen as her son.
Seeing her silent, Mo Zhongliangâs eyes dimmed.
He was completely disappointed in his wife.
Mo Zhongliangâs parents had moved out when Mo Zhongliang and his wife got married.
The old couple had bought a villa in a city in the South, spending most of the year traveling and enjoying life.
Upon hearing their sonâs request, Old Lady Mo was somewhat surprised, but she and Old Master Mo still rushed back the next day.
"What happened?" Old Lady Mo, with her hair neatly combed and wearing a semi-modernized Cheongsam, draped a shawl over her shoulders, with an emerald green jade ring on her hand glistening warmly, she was a very elegant lady.
She understood her son well; if it wasnât something significant, he wouldnât have called them back in such a hurry.
Mo Zhongliang had the family nanny take Mo Beichen out to play, then in front of his wife Xu Lihua, he recounted the recent events to his parents.
After hearing his sonâs words, Old Master Mo was speechless with anger, and Old Lady Moâs expression turned cold.
"Xu Lihua." She called out her daughter-in-lawâs name coldly.
Before marrying Mo Zhongliang, Xu Lihua was quite afraid of her mother-in-law. Even now, as the mother of two children, she couldnât help but shudder reflexively upon hearing her name.
Seeing this, Old Lady Mo felt a tinge of disappointment flash through her heart.
She had been dissatisfied with this daughter-in-law from the beginning.
Not because of her lowly background, but because her vision was too narrow.
Old Lady Mo always felt her character was not up to the responsibilities of being the Young Madam of the Mo Family.
However, Mo Zhongliang had insisted on being with her back then, and as a mother, she couldnât oppose it. She thought she could watch over them and that Xu Lihua would eventually develop the grace and dignity of a great lady.
But seeing it today, itâs clear that over the years, Xu Lihua hadnât made any progress.
Recalling her sonâs words, even with her refined upbringing, Old Lady Mo couldnât help but fume with anger.
"What are you thinking in your head? Distancing yourself from your child, teaching your younger son to estrange himself from his own brother! What exactly are you trying to do? Has the Mo Family wronged you?"
Xu Lihuaâs face turned pale at such accusations.
She instinctively looked at her husband, but Mo Zhongliang would not meet her eyes.
Gathering her courage, Xu Lihua said: "What can I do? Mo Beiye and I arenât close, so I can only be closer to Beichen. If he dislikes me so much, how do I know he wonât badmouth me as a mother when heâs with Beichen?"
As soon as these words left her mouth, the expressions of the three people present changed.
Old Master Mo, after holding back for a long time, pointed at Mo Zhongliang: "This... this is the foolish woman you insisted on marrying back then!"