In the afternoon, Duan Zihui finally went home after being urged by his mother.
He should have gone back to explain to her yesterday, but he was busy with work and got delayed.
When he got home, his father wasn’t there.
Duan Zihui breathed a sigh of relief.
Although his father hadn’t interfered as much in his work in recent years and had gradually acknowledged that his son had surpassed him, the disputes from a few years ago had still created a rift in their already strained father-son relationship, making Duan Zihui feel awkward whenever he saw his father.
When he arrived, his mother was waiting for him in the living room. Seeing him return, she gave him a perfunctory glance, the joy from that day gone. She wore a green cheongsam, composed and elegant, exuding only the calm and reserved air of a noblewoman.
“You’re back?”
“Hmm.”
Duan Zihui put his hands in his pockets, glanced at the luxurious and spacious living room, and frowned slightly.
This was the home he grew up in, but standing here, he terribly missed the place where his daughter was.
That little one was so lively and clever; if she were here, the dullness of the place would surely come alive.
Whether it was a blessing from heaven or just good luck, he had unintentionally gained such a lovely child.
At this time, Du Qinrong was also mentioning Zhuzhu to him.
“Since you have a daughter, why didn’t you tell your family? She’s so grown up, and you’ve been keeping it a secret all this time. Do you have such a deep grudge against your father?”
The relationship between her husband and son had never been good over the years, and Du Qinrong had been exhausted from mediating between them.
Things are a bit better now; he comes back once a year during the holidays. For the past two years, he practically never comes back except for the Chinese New Year.
His mother’s tone was stern.
Duan Zihui lowered her eyes and began to carefully consider her words, wondering how he would explain these things to his mother.
“What, can’t you speak?”
Seeing Duan Zihui’s silent expression, Du Qinrong frowned even more deeply.
Duan Zihui said, “Actually, I only found out about this recently. Xie Qingyu didn’t tell me before the divorce…”
“I had a pretty serious argument with her back then, and she was still angry with me.”
“You really are…”
Du Qinrong was practically pointing her finger at him and cursing him. Her previously calm face was now tinged with a cold smile.
“The fact that Xie Qingyu could do something like this shows that she is completely disappointed in you.”
“Duan Zihui, as a man, can’t you give in to her?”
Du Qinrong knew that the couple often quarreled back then.
However, at that time, she didn’t have much affection for Xie Qingyu. She focused on fulfilling her responsibilities as a mother-in-law and only reminded them about their arguments once.
She never expected that it would end up like this.
Du Qinrong, who had always been proud and arrogant and rarely admitted her mistakes, was now questioning whether she was wrong to have been negligent back then.
Although her son was older and harder to manage, if she had paid more attention, perhaps things wouldn’t have turned out this badly.
It’s been four or five years since they divorced, and that child is about the same age.
Moreover, Duan Zihui was almost married to the girl from the Gu family.
The more Du Qinrong thought about it, the colder her face became, and she wished she could beat him to death.
“You really deserve it.”
She still fantasized about Xie Qingyu getting back together with her son so she could see her granddaughter more often. Now it seemed like wishful thinking.
She probably thought that they were like annoying flies and were only involved with her because of the child.
Duan Zihui kept his head down and remained silent.
He had already explained everything that needed to be explained, and he didn’t want to say anything more.
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