Su Ronggui just stared at her and asked, "What if she doesn’t?"
Shang Qingi’s face was full of helplessness, looking extrely pitiful as she called out, "Ronggui..."
"Will you threaten her if she doesn’t give it? Will you stop at nothing?"
Shang Qingi’s eyelids twitched. Her son still had the sa expressionless deanor as always, even his questions were spoken softly without revealing any emotion, but his eyes were different.
For the first ti, she saw flas in her son’s eyes, concealed within the depths of his usually lifeless black eyes, licking wildly as if they were about to consu her.
She took a slight step back, her face full of astonishnt, "Ronggui, what are you talking about?"
"What do you think I’m talking about?" He maintained his stern expression, his tone calm, "If she refuses to hand it over, will you resort to causing another car accident?"
"What car accident? Ronggui, what nonsense are you spouting?" Shang Qingi was furious, slamming her palm on the table, attracting the attention of people in the café.
He sat upright and uttered a na, "Fan Yue."
"Who’s Fan Yue? I don’t know!" Shang Qingi realized that her agitation was drawing others’ attention and lowered her voice.
He didn’t argue with her, just continued speaking calmly as if discussing sothing unrelated to him, "Yes, Grandma passed away, you said it had nothing to do with you, I had no choice; Fan Yue’s death, you said you didn’t know, I was powerless. If Tu Hengsha doesn’t hand over the items, am I next?"
"Do you know what nonsense you are saying?" Shang Qingi looked around, gritting her teeth as she questioned him.
Su Ronggui looked at her, the calmness in his eyes finally gave way to a surge of desolation, "No, it’s already my turn, isn’t it? It was my car, the person who was supposed to be in it was most likely ! That crash could have taken your son’s life! But that doesn’t matter, does it? What matters is what Tu Hengsha has! What matters is your wealth and success! Isn’t that right?"
Shang Qingi was so angry she gasped, "Are you really my son? How can you speak to your mother like that?"
He replied indifferently, "I also want to ask, am I really your son?"
"You..." Shang Qingi couldn’t help but slap him across the face, "You’re such a bastard! You’ve even learned to talk back! Basing your accusations on nothing to slander your own family, are you being chard by that sharp-tongued little bitch Tu Hengsha, siding with outsiders more and more?"
His face stung, unclear if her nails or jewelry had scratched his skin.
In truth, he had long grown accustod to this slap that ca unwarranted, from childhood to adulthood, even though he was nearly thirty, she never hesitated to hit him whenever she wished. It was just that life after moving out of the Su family had been too easy, almost making him forget this feeling of being slapped.
"Yes." He nodded slightly, "I have no evidence. But having no evidence is the greatest return I can give you. You should be thankful I have no evidence. However, soone will have it, eventually."
"What do you an?" Shang Qingi’s eyes widened, "What else did Tu Hengsha say?"
"It has nothing to do with her." He paused, then continued, "She knows nothing, the items you want are with , whatever it is, face . At this point, it actually doesn’t have much to do with these items, whether they exist or not. So things, once done, cannot be undone, like an arrow that has left the bow. As the saying goes, if you don’t want people to know, then don’t do it yourself. No matter how covered it is, paper cannot wrap fire forever, you should know this better than I do."
Finishing his words, he was ready to leave, already standing, when Shang Qingi reached across the table and held his hand, her eyes brimming with tears, "Ronggui, do you resent ?"
He shook his head.
"You definitely resent !" Shang Qingi cried, "Otherwise, why would you be so heartless? I’m your mother, how can you be so heartless? Have you forgotten? When you were just eight, when your father had just passed away, you stayed by my side and said you would grow up quickly to protect , don’t you want to protect your mother now? Ronggui, I know you resent now! But, back then, I had no choice, having a stepmother is hard, the two kids from the Su family were so unruly, I couldn’t handle them, I was angry that they bullied you too, but I could only take it out on you, otherwise how could I continue being this stepmother? How to stand firm in the Su family? So, do you bla ?"
He closed his eyes, recalling the little boy who once nestled in his mom’s arms, having thought he would be her pillar, thought he would share the fate with her, and then...
Then he was left alone in a dark corner, afraid even to cry...
Yet, he never blad her, he was always willing to be her obedient child, to be whatever she wanted, because she was the one who gave birth to him, raised him, the person he wanted to grow up quickly to protect, but who would have thought, one day, he couldn’t even protect her?
"Mom, I don’t resent you. Perhaps as a child, I would ask why couldn’t you notice when I was sick or cold? Why would you still hit when I was so obedient? Why everything I did was wrong? Why would you smile at everyone in the Su family but not at ? Why didn’t you like anymore? What could I do for you to like again? But as I grew up, I slowly understood, I knew you had it hard, knew my existence was an awkward presence, everyone has the right to choose their life, you chose what you needed, I had no position to demand from you, but as your son, I should fit into what you needed, to be a son you needed." As he spoke, he gradually choked up, "But, Mom, I am also an independent individual, I will also have my own choices."
In the twenty years since he beca Su Ronggui at age eight, he had never said as much, never been this profound. He rembered when he had just beco Su Ronggui, how much he wanted to talk with his mom, she was his closest person! When he got good grades at school, he wanted to tell her, but before he could even take out the test paper, she hurried off to a banquet, and if he called her again, she’d impatiently chide him for causing trouble; when he read a book he liked, he wanted to share the story with her, but she just tore his book and warned him not to read frivolous books; when Su Rongxing didn’t like him and always took his things, he wanted to ask if they could return to their own ho, but Mom slapped him and accused him of bullying his sister; during class activities, the teacher noticed his talent for basketball and kept him for an extra session after school, he returned all sweat, eager to tell her he was praised by the teacher, but it was only t with a slap, scolding him for being ho late and looking like a beggar; when he was sick, returning ho listlessly wanting a hug, to tell her he wasn’t feeling well, but she was coaxing Su Rongxing, telling him to get lost, not to bother her...
Later, slowly, he really stopped bothering her...
At this mont, looking at her holding his hand with teary eyes, he still thought of the little boy from twenty years ago nestled with his mom, back then she also sat in the dark shedding tears, and he wiped the moisture off her face with his chubby little fingers, saying, "Mom, don’t cry, Xiao Xu will grow up fast to protect you."
Gently freeing himself from her hand, turning away, he also teared up, his chest swollen and aching.
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