Chapter 1485: A Small Parting

Moli gave his father a thumbs-up. "Dad, you're amazing."

"That's right," Sheng Zerong said proudly. "If I didn't even have this much skill, how could I get someone like your mother to listen to me?"

Moli thought about it for a moment; that didn't seem right.

Then, he unceremoniously exposed his father's bluff: "Mom doesn't listen to you, does she? Mom isn't that kind of person."

"You brat, whose side are you on anyway?"

"Dad, I was wrong, I was wrong."

"Hmph, it's good that you know you're wrong. You are a child worth teaching."

The father and son muttered to each other in low voices; Yixin could not hear them clearly, but she was happy to see the harmonious relationship between them.

"Moli, come here."

"Coming!" Moli walked over, and Yixin told her son in detail where to put his clothes, where to put his trousers, what kind of clothes he should wear in which season... she gave him meticulous instructions.

Furthermore, he must not forget to eat breakfast at school; he had to eat his fill, eat well, and eat nutritiously...

Just like when he was little.

A nagging, detailed stream of consciousness.

Moli had just been coached by his father, so he did not go against his mother, but instead nodded and agreed to every point.

Jian Yixin was very satisfied, but she soon became dissatisfied again because her son said he didn't want her to drop him off, and planned to take the bus to school with his older cousin.

"Why take a bus? Honestly, it's crowded, the air is bad, you have to wait for the schedule, and some people even smoke on the bus. There are all kinds of people on there; how unsafe is that?"

At this moment, her husband asked with a grin: "Have you ever taken a bus?"

Uh...

Jian Yixin was speechless.

She didn't respond, but glared at her husband, blaming him for being a busybody.

At this time, Moli also followed up by asking: "Mom, have you ever taken a bus?"

She had no choice but to tell the truth: "I haven't."

"See, you haven't even taken a bus, so how can you know the air inside is bad and that it's unsafe?"

"I haven't taken a bus, but haven't I seen it on TV? There are people smoking on the bus, and all kinds of people."

"Mom, you're talking about what's on TV?"

Moli's large eyes widened; his mother had been binge-watching a TV series these past few days that was set in the 1990s!

"Buses now are different from before. Look, my older cousin takes the bus to school, and his parents haven't said anything. If my cousin can do it, why can't I?"

Moli persisted with soft tactics, and Jian Yixin chose to compromise.

"Fine, fine, your wings have hardened and I can't control you anymore. Go ahead and take the bus. You won't take a private car and insist on taking a bus; I really don't know what you kids are thinking."

Jian Yixin couldn't understand what was wrong with kids these days. They insisted on looking for trouble and suffering for no reason.

Although she complained, she still agreed.

The bus station.

Both families went to the bus station to see the children off. Jian Yixin was teary-eyed, and the tears at the corners of her eyes never stopped.

Shi Youxuan:...

"Is it really necessary? The child is going to school, not to the battlefield. Look at your expression, it's like a life-and-death separation."

"Pah, can't you say something nice during the New Year?"

Shi Youxuan said: "The New Year is already over."

"The Lantern Festival hasn't passed yet, so how can you say the New Year is over? The school is really something, not humane at all. They start school before even letting us finish the Lantern Festival at home..."

Shi Youxuan said: "Which school isn't like that? Everyone else is fine, you're the only one making a fuss."

"Move aside, don't talk to me." Jian Yixin was in a bad mood and found everyone unpleasant.

The children got on the bus and drove away; she even wanted to drive and follow them.

At this moment, Sheng Zerong said to her: "Yixin, there's something I forgot to tell you. Never mind, I shouldn't say it."

She was immediately drawn in: "Why are you only saying half of it? You know I hate it when people leave things half-said. Speak, what happened?"

"Do you really want to hear it?"

"Spit it out, stop with the nonsense."

"I can tell you, but you mustn't get angry after I finish."

"Oh my, why are you so long-winded?" Jian Yixin's attention was successfully captured.

"Our father made a will on New Year's Eve, stating that after he passes away, he will leave this house to Wu Ying."

Jian Yixin was instantly furious.

She naturally did not agree.

"Are you a pig-brained idiot? Why are you only telling me now?" She got into her car and drove straight toward her maiden home.

Jian Family.

Yixin hadn't stepped into this house for over a year. Returning to her maiden home this time, she felt a bit dazed. The rage she had felt just moments ago seemed to have vanished, and she truly felt a bit afraid to walk inside.

This was the place where she had grown up; it held too many memories of her and her mother. She had rarely stepped foot here since her mother passed away, and she hadn't come back even once since her father married Wu Ying!

"Who are you looking for?" A teenage boy saw her and froze.

Jian Yixin also froze: "I'm looking for my father. Who are you?" But she quickly realized that he was the tag-along Wu Ying had brought with her.

"Move aside. This is my home; it's not your place as an outsider to question me." Yixin had no affection for this child who was even younger than her own son, and her tone was unkind.

The child realized what was happening and timidly stepped aside.

"The young miss is here! Please, come in, please come in!" Wu Ying ran out from the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron in a fluster, a fawning smile on her face.

But Jian Yixin did not appreciate it; she glanced at Wu Ying sideways: "Where is my father?"

"Your dad, oh, your dad went to buy groceries."

"What, went to buy groceries?"

Jian Yixin was furious: "Are you treating my dad like a servant? When my mom was still here, my dad didn't do any chores at all, he never lifted a finger; he lived so well with her, and now you actually let my dad go buy groceries?"

Jian Yixin became even more certain of her inner suspicion; she guessed that if her dad wanted to leave the house to Wu Ying, it must be because he was bewitched by her.

Wu Ying was already nervous, and now she was even more at a loss, her words coming out in a jumble: "It's not like that, I didn't ask him to go, it was your dad who said he wanted to move around and exercise his body..."

"Oh, it was the neighbor Lao Zhang who said there were fresh vegetables in the nearby countryside and invited him to go over together, that was the first time, um, this is the first time he's gone to buy groceries."

"Hmph! If I saw it, it's the first time; if I hadn't seen it, who knows how many times it's happened!" Jian Yixin's mouth was like a knife, every word stabbing at Wu Ying's heart.

Wu Ying couldn't win the argument against her and changed the subject: "Have you eaten? I'll go make you something to eat."

Jian Yixin ignored her and instead stood up to pace back and forth in the living room.

It had been over a year since she last came, and this home was indeed different from before.

Her mother's photo still hung on the living room wall, and her mother's gaze was still so gentle; her eyes welled up with tears.

But apart from the photo, the decor and furnishings had changed drastically.

The leather sofa was covered with some knitted sofa covers, and besides the sofa, there were knitted covers on the coffee table, the TV cabinet, the water dispenser—almost everything visible had a knitted cover on it.

The covers were very clean, but they lowered the grade of the overall furniture, and the rustic atmosphere was very strong.