“I didn’t have that intention. I just want to raise my grandson. What’s wrong with that?”
“My child isn’t an orphan. When did it become your turn to raise him? If you really want to raise a child, just go have another one with my father.” Lu Qingyan sneered.
He didn’t want to show his mother any mercy.
He was truly disappointed in her.
If she had even a shred of love for him, she wouldn’t have treated him like this.
Having escaped from her clutches, how could he possibly send his own child back to that hellhole?
Lu’s mother’s face flushed with anger: “What nonsense are you talking about? How could I dare to get close to your father with that kind of disease? You are my only child in this life.”
Lu Qingyan sneered: “So, you know he has this disease? Did you think you could escape unscathed just by being far away from him? If you still want to see your grandson, stay away from Nan Nan and me for now. I don’t want to be ruined by you two and die childless.”
His words were indeed quite harsh.
Lu’s mother’s face was pale.
Her hands clenched tightly in front of her. For some reason, she didn’t argue, a rare occurrence. She silently walked past Lu Qingyan, and as she reached the door, she turned to look at her son’s tall, straight back.
Her eyes gradually welled up with tears.
Twenty-seven years had passed.
Her son had grown so much.
“Don’t come looking for me anymore. Don’t interfere in my life anymore. It’s annoying.” Lu Qingyan said, without turning back to look at his mother.
Lu’s mother pursed her lips, but still turned back to look at her son.
In her eyes, there was only that untouchable sense of alienation.
He was no longer like he was when he was little, crying and demanding to be held, even when she forced him to study.
She felt a tightness in her chest: “Ah Yan.”
Lu Qingyan paused, turning to look at her.
Lu’s mother’s lips opened and closed, and finally, she managed a weak smile: “It’s okay… Mom won’t hurt you. I’ll come after your wife gives birth.”
Perhaps she was genuinely afraid of infecting Jiang Nanshu with the uncertain virus she carried.
Although she wanted Lu Qingyan to listen to her, she never intended to kill her own child.
Lu Qingyan let out a soft sigh, his tone still sarcastic: “Mother, you’re so old. What can uncles and aunts offer you that makes you so devoted to them? They don’t even have to contribute a single penny to reap the benefits, all because you help them secure their gains. They just need to hide behind you and enjoy the spoils. You treat your own family better than you treat me, and now you even want to raise my unborn child. Was this another scheme orchestrated by the Shang family? To make yourself known to me, to throw a few more projects at them, so they can continue to eke out a living?”
Lu’s mother fell silent. Because everything Lu Qingyan said was true.
She had indeed been asked by the Shang family, even if she herself was not very willing.
“It’s your business if you’re willing to help the poor. I don’t want to have anything to do with the Shang family anymore, and I won’t cooperate with them in the future. They’ll only hold me back and won’t actually be of any use. If you want to get involved with them, that’s fine with me, but don’t come back to me if you suffer losses.”
After Lu Qingyan finished speaking, he went upstairs.
He didn’t expect his words to make Lu’s mother realize the truth. How could someone who had been confused for over twenty years possibly wake up from his words?
Lu’s mother stood there, lost in thought for a long time.
She looked down at her hands, which, despite their good appearance, were still aged.
She had lived most of her life, yet grasped nothing.
Husband, son, the expectations of her family…
There was nothing there.
She left the hillside villa in a daze.
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