Chapter 1574: Does Blood Relation Really Matter? 1

She didn't even lift her head.

At this moment, a voice she had been thinking of day and night sounded at the doorway: "It's me; do I still need an appointment to see you?"

Moli?

Was she dreaming?

Jian Yixin suddenly looked up and forward; the person standing at the doorway was indeed her son—it wasn't a dream!

The Hallucinogenic Pen in her hand dropped to the floor, and she didn't even notice.

Jian Yixin walked over in pleasant surprise: "Son! Hahahaha, when did you get back? Why didn't you tell me so I could pick you up at the airport?"

"I just wanted to give you a surprise."

Jian Yixin happily hugged her son, jumping up and down, laughing until tears came out.

"You bad child, I don't want a surprise, I just wanted to see you as soon as possible."

"Aren't you seeing me now? Are you happy, are you glad?"

"Mm, very happy. Does your father know you're back?"

Moli said: "He doesn't know yet; the first thing I did upon returning was to come see you."

Jian Yixin wouldn't let her son make the call; she would do it.

Dialing her husband's number, her voice carried unconcealable joy and happiness: "Sheng Zerong, come home immediately; there is a very important matter at home."

Sheng Zerong: "Is it that our son is back?"

Jian Yixin:...

"That's right, how did you guess?"

"Tsk, that's not hard to guess. Besides our son, what could possibly be important to you?" Her husband still understood her well.

"Come home quickly, stop talking nonsense."

"I have a very important meeting that is about to start..."

"Come home! Now, immediately, right away!"

"Alright."

Her son was the most important; everything else had to step aside.

The house was filled with a joyous, warm, and harmonious atmosphere.

Jian Yixin personally went to the kitchen to cook for her son, while the father and son chatted in the living room.

Sheng Zerong said to his son: "You don't know, your mother swore up and down that she wouldn't pay you any mind when you came back, that no matter what you said she wouldn't listen, the kind that wouldn't be coaxed no matter what."

"Stubborn as a mule, yet isn't she now running to the kitchen to cook for you?"

Jian Yixin had always been brooding over Moli's plan to take a desk job in the military.

She had sworn at home many times that when her son returned, she would resolutely ignore him and let him taste the bitterness of offending his mother!

It was just words not matching her heart.

She couldn't do it at all; Sheng Zerong saw through it but didn't expose her, and now he was prepared to watch his wife make a fool of herself.

Moli looked at the busy figure in the kitchen and said with a heart full of pity: "My mother has lost weight."

Compared to two years ago, his mother had lost a significant amount of weight.

"That she has."

His father said: "She refuses to admit she's getting old, always thinking she's like a child, working desperately; when she gets busy, she doesn't know day from night. Her complexion hasn't been good lately either. I've asked her to go for a check-up, but she won't go even after I've said it several times."

Moli said: "I'm going to rest for a while now that I'm back. I'll take my mother; she will listen to me."

His father agreed: "Right, your mother listens to whatever you say. You take her."

"What are you two talking about? Come and eat!"

While they were talking, Jian Yixin had already finished cooking.

She couldn't wait to stew all the good food for her son to eat, making a table full of dishes, all of which were her son's favorites. She kept putting food into her son's bowl; the bowl was piled as high as a small mountain, yet she kept adding more.

"Eat more, look how thin you are. You've suffered out there, not eating well or drinking well..." Jian Yixin said, wiping away tears.

Parents always feel their children have suffered. Jian Yixin was just like this; Moli's life in the military was not a bit worse than in school—he ate well, had a regular schedule, and had even gained weight, but as a mother, she just felt her child was thin!

After finishing the meal, Moli was almost stuffed to death.

After the meal, he took out gifts for his parents, inadvertently bringing out a gold bracelet.

It didn't look new.

His mother asked curiously: "Why do you still like these things?"

Moli took a look and said: "This? It's a welcome gift from my aunt."

"Aunt? Where did you get an aunt?" Jian Yixin was alert.

Moli said: "The aunt is the older sister of my uncle's wife."

"I wanted to give you a surprise by coming back this time, but I ran into Litian at the airport. We chatted very well, and on the way home, I had to pass by my uncle's new house. I thought I hadn't been there to visit yet, so I stopped by for two hours on the way..."

He noticed that his parents' expressions were very ugly.

Especially his mother's.

Moli asked: "What's wrong? Did I do something inappropriate?"

Jian Yixin didn't answer her son directly, but asked: "Besides giving you the gold bracelet, did she say anything else?"

"She did, she said it was a welcome gift for our first meeting!"

Jian Yixin's expression recovered quite a bit: "Since it's a welcome gift, you should accept it. When Mother meets their children, I will also give a welcome gift."

Moli: "Mm, I didn't prepare a gift for my aunt beforehand, so I took a set of skincare products from the things I brought for you and gave it to her. Was the return gift a bit too light?"

"You don't need to worry about that; if the rest isn't enough, I'll make up for it."

Although this topic passed, Moli could keenly sense that his mother was very nervous, as if she were afraid of losing him, and she kept staring at him intentionally or unintentionally.

She even asked him, "Is the food your aunt makes delicious, or is the food I make delicious?" Sheng Zerong glanced at her, telling her not to be so obvious.

Jian Yixin didn't want to be like this either, but she couldn't control herself.

Fortunately, the answer Moli gave satisfied her and put her more at ease.

Moli said, "Of course the food you make is delicious; the food my mom makes is more delicious than anyone else's."

When the family of three had nothing to do, they liked to sit together and read.

But the book Moli was reading today was different from what he usually read; it was a copy of Blood Type and Personality.

Jian Yixin glanced at the cover unintentionally, and upon seeing those words, her heart immediately jumped into her throat.

She couldn't help but ask, "Why are you reading this? Does the military even care about such feudal superstitions?"

Moli laughed and said, "No, everyone was just bored and using it for fun."

Originally he was reading it himself, but now that his mother asked, he sat down next to her and wanted her to read it with him!

He even enthusiastically explained to his parents what kind of blood types could produce what kind of children, and what kind of blood-typed parents definitely could not produce what kind of blood-typed children.

He was explaining it quite happily, but he didn't know that alarm bells were already ringing in his parents' hearts.

Jian Yixin snatched the booklet away and tore it up!

"Mom, what are you doing?"

Moli couldn't understand; wasn't his mother's reaction a bit too intense?

Seeing that things were going poorly, his father hurriedly smoothed things over: "Your mother is afraid that you'll get obsessed with these things that have no scientific basis and neglect your proper duties, right, dear?"

"Yes."

Jian Yixin realized what was happening and handed the Dream of the Red Chamber she was holding to her son: "Go study hard; read this one, it's scientific."

Moli glanced at the book in his hand, Dream of the Red Chamber; it was indeed a good book, but how was it scientific?

Moli was going to stay at home for a month, and Jian Yixin was especially happy.

She started accompanying her son to watch movies, go shopping, or play games together every day.

However, company matters could not be neglected either; there was a mountain of work that all required her attention, and she was so busy every day like a spinning top that she eventually collapsed at the company from exhaustion.