As for Lu Jing...
The Lu family has quite a few brothers of the sa generation as Mr. Lu, and naturally, there is no shortage of children who can inherit the family business.
No one cares what kind of impact having a ntally ill mother would have on Lu Jing.
In fact, after telling a lie enough tis, they even started to believe it themselves, and within the Lu family, whenever there was any disagreent, people would use the fact that Lu Jing’s mother was insane to attack him.
Saying his mother was crazy and that he would sooner or later go crazy too.
"Those people are talking nonsense! Your mother’s ntal illness is due to external stimuli and has nothing to do with you!" Zhang Lingying couldn’t help but interrupt, an inexplicable anger welling up inside her.
She stared into Lu Jing’s eyes and asked, word by word, "Is it because of what those people said that you don’t like your mother?"
The thought of a woman driven insane by her own husband, and eventually possibly causing her son to feel disgusted, dying alone in a hospital, made Zhang Lingying’s heart ache intensely.
She had no mother since she was young, and she used to imagine what kind of person her mother would be.
In her heart, as long as her mother loved her, even if she were crazy, she would go to any lengths to protect her!
"Don’t you find ntal illness frightening?" Lu Jing, seeing her indignation, asked.
"There’s no fundantal difference between psychiatric patients and other patients. Being ill is already unfortunate enough, why add more guilt to their burden?" Zhang Lingying retorted.
Seeing him remain silent, Zhang Lingying was convinced he cared about others’ opinions so much that he was unwilling to attend even his own mother’s funeral.
She tossed aside the pillow in her arms, walked up to Lu Jing, and blocked his view of the window.
"Lu Jing, not everyone is so fortunate to know who their mother is, to have a mother’s companionship. No matter what, she’s the one who gave birth to you and loves you; you shouldn’t look down on her."
Having said that, Zhang Lingying was ready to send him off.
Lu Jing seed jolted by her words, slightly tilted his head to look at her, and earnestly said, "Thank you."
Zhang Lingying was baffled: "..."
She was scolding him, why did he suddenly thank her?
"You’re the first person in all these years to defend her." Lu Jing relaxed his posture, stretched his numb legs slightly, but still sat in the sa corner, his calm eyes gradually covered with a layer of hatred.
"The Lu family is terrified that outsiders will rember her, fearing it will bring disgrace to them. When she was first sent to the psychiatric hospital, I would often throw tantrums wanting to visit her, but in the end, it only earned a beating. If I continued, I’d be locked in a small dark room to face the wall, and on unlucky days, I might even be forgotten and starved for days."
Zhang Lingying’s heart tightened: "..."
"Later on, I realized that as long as I wasn’t the master of the Lu family, they wouldn’t let see her again. From that day forward, I never ntioned my mother again and pretended, like everyone else, that I’d forgotten her."
Lu Jing’s voice was low, his face betraying little emotion, but the hand resting on the edge of the sofa unconsciously clenched into a fist.
"I grew up quickly, so quickly it surprised everyone in the Lu family."
Including his father.
All these years, the supposedly "affectionate and righteous" Mr. Lu, Lu Xiao, was busy with his extravagant lifestyle and long since neglected the family’s business.
Lu Jing, being his son, naturally entered the company.
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