"...Son, your life can’t be ruined by her. Son, wake up! She’s just counting on you as her personal ATM, clinging to you like a life-saving straw and refusing to let go. Apart from a fool like you, what sensible man would take on such a burden to drag himself down? For the sake of your future happiness, you have to break up with her..."
Huang Xiaojue’s face turned deathly pale with anger. "Mom, how can you say that? Xixi sincerely loves ..."
"Sincerely? Would a sincere woman ask soone for 50,000?"
"I gave her that voluntarily. She has never asked for a single penny. Besides, Xixi isn’t lazy, nor is she using the money for vanity; it’s for her mother’s dical treatnt. I’m helping in an ergency, not subsidizing ongoing poverty. It’s a dical situation. Who can guarantee they’ll never face sothing like this?"
"Her family is just cursed with bad luck. First, her father killed soone in an accident, and now her mother has a terminal illness! Son, you have to believe , when soone’s luck turns bad, everything else goes bad along with it. They might not be able to turn their fortunes around for ten, even twenty years! If you get involved with her, watch out that her bad luck doesn’t drag you down and ruin your entire life..."
Huang Xiaojue was livid. "Mom, even Zhu Yuanzhang, who was once a beggar, beca an Emperor! His family had countless siblings starve to death, and his parents starved to death too. Weren’t they unlucky enough? But in the end, he beca the Emperor..."
"Alright, in these thousands of years, how many Zhu Yuanzhangs have there been? Anyway, I don’t agree to you being with her. Your maternal aunt introduced you to a female civil servant. Her conditions are quite good in every way. It’s all arranged. You have to go on a blind date with her tomorrow..."
"Impossible! I will never go!"
Huang’s mother watched her son storm upstairs and slam the door shut with a BANG. She stomped her foot and lanted, "This wicked son... This wicked son! Every ti he cos ho, he wants to anger his parents to death..."
The door opened, and she saw her husband returning, reeking of alcohol. Her anger flared up, and she imdiately unleashed a torrent of complaints at him, "I told you to co ho early, but you didn’t listen, drinking until you’re dead drunk and coming ho in the dead of night! You don’t care about anything in this house, and you don’t care about our son either..."
Huang’s father looked at his watch, exasperated. "It’s not even nine o’clock. How is that the dead of night? Where’s our son? I don’t see him."
"’Our son, our son,’ is that all? Do you even care about him? When things go wrong, you don’t do anything about it..."
As Huang’s father changed into his slippers, he asked, "Old woman, what’s the matter with you? You’re acting like you ate gunpowder today; who got on your nerves? By the way, wasn’t our son supposed to bring his girlfriend ho today? Where are they? How did it go?"
"So you actually rember that?" Huang’s mother scoffed. "It would have been better if you hadn’t ntioned it. Just thinking about it infuriates ."
"What? Are you not satisfied with the girl? It’s not like this is the first ti you’ve heard of Yan Xixi. Although I haven’t t her yet, Xiaojue said she’s a very nice girl."
"Our son never told us the truth! We used to think they were university classmates and that we knew her background. Turns out, her family is so poor they’re practically destitute and holess, sigh..."
"Isn’t it enough that the girl has a good character?"
"What’s the use of a good character? Her family background is too weak, and she doesn’t have a proper job. I heard she’s now staying at ho full-ti to care for her terminally ill mother. The mother and daughter are struggling with living expenses and rely on our son’s support. Last month, our son even gave her 50,000. Fifty thousand! That’s no small sum for an ordinary family..."
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