"Old woman, I think you’re making a mountain out of a molehill. Why worry so much about things that are so far off? I actually find Xixi quite smart, and she isn’t deliberately acting spoiled. Isn’t she always eager to help?"
"Is her help sincere? If she were truly helpful, our son wouldn’t be the one washing the dishes." She sighed.
"Won are always so petty. I’m telling you, our son’s a grown man; washing dishes once won’t kill him. Excessively doting mothers ruin their children! You’ve never doted on this much..."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Haven’t I taken care of you for decades?"
The old man grinned. "You just can’t stand the thought of our son treating another woman better than you. But you need to understand, sooner or later, our son will marry and have children. He and his wife will be their own family. Our parental duties will be complete then."
"He and his wife will be their own family? Then we won’t be his family anymore?"
"Is that strange? His little family is his true family. We can’t be with him forever."
Before Mother Huang could say anything else, the door opened. Father Huang imdiately stopped her with a dry cough. Yan Xixi erged, carrying a large plate of sliced fruit—oranges, apples, dragon fruit, and grapes—all ticulously washed and beautifully arranged.
"Uncle, Auntie, have so fruit."
Mother Huang sighed inwardly. Even though she was displeased with Yan Xixi, seeing the girl’s smile, she could only respond politely, "Son, you should sit down and rest. Don’t tire yourself out. Xixi, you sit down too."
Later, when they were alone in the study upstairs, Huang Xiaojue asked with a smile, "Was tonight okay?"
She nodded candidly. "Much better than I expected."
"HAHA, Xixi, I’ve already thought of countless ways to handle my mom. She’s all bark and no bite. Just don’t take her words to heart."
She replied with a serious expression, "Of course I took them to heart!"
"..."
"She’s only like that because she loves you so much. In her eyes, you’re the most precious son in the world! Actually, my mom used to spoil even more..." she trailed off wistfully. "That year I got into college with excellent scores, and when I received my acceptance letter, my mom praised , saying I was the smartest and prettiest girl in the world..."
"Your mom was absolutely right!" He took her hand, his voice surprisingly gentle. "This Qingming Festival, I’ll go with you to visit your mom’s grave. She’ll definitely be able to rest in peace then."
Her eyes moistened, and she gently squeezed his hand in return.
She rembered sothing. Reaching into her bag, she fumbled for a card. After so hesitation, she finally pulled it out. Huang Xiaojue didn’t pay much attention at first, but he was slightly taken aback when he recognized it. It was a top-tier platinum card from a certain bank—a symbol of wealth, in a way.
Yan Xixi t his gaze directly, her voice low. "Xiaojue, this card... Wan Donglin gave it to ."
He listened quietly.
Once the first sentence was out, the rest ca more easily. She continued in a rush, "Wan Donglin opened a luxury store in my na. Back then, after Xu Xiaoya’s suicide attempt, she was desperate, so I put her in complete charge of the store. It’s been profitable for over six months, but I haven’t taken a single cent..."
"Is it that store in the city center?"
She froze. So Xiaojue had known all along! But why hadn’t he ever said a word about it?
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