When Jiang Yuyang heard this, his action of drinking tea paused, and the smile on his face beca unnatural. He put down the teacup, poured more water, and brewed the third round of tea, only to hear his son’s voice again: "Don’t think that by not speaking, the matter will just pass. I don’t like to get involved in your affairs."
"Then why do you bring it up? I haven’t seen you care before."
"Cen Jin asked to persuade you." Jiang Baizhou took a small sip of tea and said very earnestly, "Dad, won need to be coaxed. You’re both old, and you’re often not ho. When you finally co back, you quarrel with her. Have you thought about her feelings?"
Hearing his son’s unprecedented remark, Jiang Yuyang was stunned. He could hardly imagine that these words ca from his normally aloof and reticent son.
"Are you possessed?" Jiang Yuyang was dumbfounded for a mont before blurting out inexplicably.
He seriously suspected that what they had just drunk was alcohol, not tea, and probably fake alcohol at that.
Jiang Baizhou glanced at him, calmly poured himself a cup of tea, and continued tasting it.
Jiang Yuyang suddenly laughed, "Looks like Cen Jin has trained you well. Being able to turn a stone-hearted person like you into this is quite impressive."
"So... Dad, are you here to learn from ?" Jiang Baizhou said with a bit of pride, "Teach you how to coax mom."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Yuyang chuckled dismissively, "Heh, your mom and I have decades of feelings. Besides, I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve eaten rice. Coaxing your mom, needing you to teach , is truly laughable."
"Mom had a cold recently, she probably didn’t tell you!" Jiang Baizhou replied lightly and naturally.
"A cold?"
"Yes, it’s been about a month. She never ntioned it to us. We only found out when Cen Jin’s cousin ca back, and we ca over for a al. We probably didn’t know before either; she always likes to keep things to herself, and even if she feels uncomfortable, she doesn’t say anything."
Hearing this, Jiang Yuyang’s expression turned solemn. In fact, he felt deep guilt towards his wife because he spends almost half of each year at Bo Academy or traveling, rarely returning ho. Every ti he’s back, their interactions are quite polite and distant. If not for his son ntioning it today, he would have almost forgotten that they originally ca together out of love, and without knowing when, the relationship gradually beca estranged.
"Have you and mom eaten?"
"Hmm?" Jiang Yuyang’s train of thought was interrupted, and he looked up at him, causing a slight spill as he held the teacup. As the hot liquid hit his hand, he quickly put down the cup and shook his hand: "Hiss... ."
Seeing this, Jiang Baizhou quickly handed him a tissue, "Dad, are you okay?"
"I’m fine, I’m fine, just got a little scalded."
"Let see." Jiang Baizhou grabbed his hand and looked, raising an eyebrow, "It’s red."
"It’s nothing, it’s nothing, I’ll just apply so ointnt later."
"Are you sure it’s okay?"
"It’s fine." Jiang Yuyang waved it off and wiped his hand and pants with a tissue, "By the way, have you and Cen Jin had dinner?"
Jiang Baizhou withdrew his hand, "Yes, we’ve eaten. You haven’t?"
"No."
"Then Cen Jin and I will go out and bring back so takeout for you. It’s late, and mom probably isn’t in the mood to cook."
"Alright, you go ahead! Get a few of your mom’s favorite dishes, like braised pork ribs and three-cup chicken."
"Hmm, got it. Since you have such profound experience, you handle mom yourself. If you want to have a good New Year, I suggest you coax her well." Jiang Baizhou responded lightly, kindly reminded him, and after finishing his tea, he left the study, went to the bedroom door, listened for a while, but couldn’t hear anything due to the good soundproofing. In the end, he decided to knock on the door and then pushed it open, "Mom..."
Miss Yu Hui, who was talking enthusiastically with Cen Jin, imdiately showed a look of disdain when she saw Jiang Baizhou, rolling her eyes involuntarily and said coldly, "What? Is there sothing?"
Jiang Baizhou was speechless, suddenly feeling a sense of paying the debts of the previous generation. He was all too familiar with his mom’s disdain and coldness. Since he was young, he had received countless cold eyes due to his parents’ argunts. Why was it that every ti they quarreled, he was the one affected?
Either there was no food, or he left the house with no socks to wear in the morning. The reason was that Miss Yu Hui always vented her anger on their socks, either throwing them away or deliberately cutting a hole with scissors at the toe. He was always the scapegoat during their argunts.
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