Back then, Jun Qing, who already had a wife and children, fell in love with Moyan’s mother at first sight, and despite his family’s opposition, he insisted on marrying her.
Seeing her obedient eldest son so defiant for the sake of a commoner woman, the old lady of the Jun family naturally had no fondness for Moyan’s mother.
During the years after Moyan’s mother entered their home, the old lady always treated her with cold indifference.
Furthermore, the day of Moyan’s birth was even more ominous—
It was the fifteenth day of the seventh month, the Ghost Festival, commonly known as the Ghost Day.
On the day Moyan was born, the entire Capital City was hit by seven days of torrential rain, and countless birds perished.
The most deaths were of crows.
And these crows, of all places, chose to die at the Jun family’s residence.
Thousands of crows circled over the Jun family estate for seven days and nights.
No matter what was tried, they couldn’t be driven away. Using nets to capture and kill them only attracted more crows.
In those seven days, so many died.
At night, the sound of the downpour mixed with the dismal cawing of crows, angered the old lady to the point where she wanted to kick Moyan and his mother out of the house.
Fortunately, they were stopped by Jun Qing and the old master of the Jun family.
When Moyan was born, he was even more unsettling—he would not cry, not fuss, his quietness made everyone a bit fearful...
The old lady was convinced he was an ominous person, her disgust for both mother and son reached the extreme.
However, Moyan’s mother had self-awareness, never contending or competing, just quietly staying by Jun Qing’s side. Thɪs chapter is updated by novèlfire.net
Luckily, the old master of the Jun family still treated her rather well.
But as the saying goes, "beauty is fragile." Just four or five years after Moyan was born, she fell ill and died.
Moyan was very clear in his heart that his mother’s death was not as simple as it seemed.
The people of the Jun family had their suspicions about the sudden illness and death of Moyan’s mother.
But everyone acted as if they were oblivious.
The cold-heartedness of the Jun family also led to Moyan’s present character flaws...
"It’s alright." Moyan replied indifferently.
He did not have much affection for this father.
He had already had a wife and children, yet he still entangled with his mother.
Well aware that his mother was just an ordinary person, yet he still brought her into the Jun family, a place devoid of any affection, only interests, where she could never fit in.
Knowing full well that his mother’s death was linked to his own legal wife, yet he did nothing...
As both a husband and a father, Jun Qing was inadequate.
If not for the fact that the Jun family had a grandfather and a second brother who treated him quite well, it is likely Moyan would have severed ties with the Jun family long ago.
"I heard that Moyan’s business is growing bigger and bigger outside, his reputation is not even smaller than the Jun family’s now, truly impressive. If your mother knew, she would definitely be happy for you," Jun Qing’s legal wife said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Aunt is joking; it’s just a small business." Moyan responded lightly.
He always harbored resentment in his heart towards this woman who was a prime suspect in causing his mother’s death.
But he had once vowed that as long as the old master of the Jun family was still alive, as long as he was in the Jun family for one more day, he would not act rashly.
This account, he could settle slowly in the future.
"You’re being modest; who knows, in the future the Jun family might even rely on you," the lady snickered as she swept her hair aside.
"Humph, dealing in unclear business, the money earned is dirty; rely on him? It would be lucky if he doesn’t drag down the Jun family," the old lady of the Jun family snorted coldly.
"What are you saying, what dirty money? Could dirty money even be sold to the military department?" the old master of the Jun family spoke harshly, cutting her off.
He then patted Moyan’s hand, signaling him not to mind.
Moyan had long become used to such treatment; it was all about getting accustomed to it.