Chapter 712: 191: Retribution_2
“Because your father is now with Aunt Lin Fang,” Shangguan Furong replied calmly.
Zhao Ziqing laughed and joined in, “I really like Aunt Lin Fang!”
Shangguan Furong felt a sharp twist in her heart, but she maintained a smile on her face, “Now, I would give both of you a choice, do you want to be with your mom or your dad?”
“I want to be with dad!” Zhao Ziqing announced without hesitation.
Zhao Zijun hesitated for a moment, “Mom, can I have both?”
Albeit young, Zhao Zijun knew that once he chose one, he would lose the other.
He wanted both his father and mother.
“No, you can’t.” Shangguan Furong shook her head.
“Then…” Zhao Zijun didn’t know how to choose.
He didn’t want to hurt his mother but he wanted to be with his father.
The teacher once said that a mother is the greatest person in the world.
Without his mother, there would be no him.
It was his mother who gave him life.
It was also his mother who risked her life to give birth to him.
If he chose dad, wouldn’t mom be very sad?
But, if he chose his mother, what would happen to his father and grandmother?
Zhao Zijun began to sob, and hastily wiped his eyes.
The atmosphere instantly turned mournful.
Both Madam Shangguan and Ni Cuihua began to tear up.
The most painful thing in this world is not death, but separation in life!
“Brother, don’t cry, let’s choose dad,” Zhao Ziqing tugged Zhao Zijun’s sleeve.
Shangguan Furong reclined to the head of the bed and said with a light tone, “Brother, please take them home.”
“Furong, what about you?” An alarmed Madam Shangguan exclaimed.
Shangguan Furong shut her eyes, “I respect the children’s choice.”
She wasn’t a qualified mother; she gave the children life but not the care and attention a mother should provide.
This time, she wouldn’t force the children to stay by her side.
Shangguan Dehui nodded, stood up and said, “Zijun, Ziqing, let’s go.”
Zhao Ziqing held Zhao Zijun’s hand and said cheerfully, “Great, I can go home now! Brother, let’s go!”
Watching her children gradually disappear from her sight, Shangguan Furong couldn’t help but succumb to her tears, falling like broken beads.
Just as they were about to step out of the room, Zhao Zijun abruptly freed himself from Zhao Ziqing’s hand, sprinted to Shangguan Furong, and wept, “I want to be with mom! I want to be with mom! Mom, I’m not going!”
If both he and his sister left, then mom would become all alone.
He did not want to leave his mother alone.
“Zijun!” Shangguan Furong held Zhao Zijun, sobbing uncontrollably, she did not anticipate that the one to stay with her in the end would be Zhao Zijun.
Nobody had expected Zhao Zijun to suddenly run back.
The atmosphere turned more oppressive and stifling.
“Brother, aren’t you coming home with me?” Zhao Ziqing tugged at Zhao Zijun’s sleeve.
“Ziqing, go home, I will stay with mom.” Zhao Zijun wiped his tears, turned back to look at Shangguan Furong, “Mom, can I still see Ziqing in the future?”
“You can.” Shangguan Furong nodded.
“Brother,” Zhao Ziqing pulled at Zhao Zijun’s sleeve, “I want to be with you. Let’s go home together…”
The bond between these two siblings was really strong; they grew up together and could never bear to part with one another.
This sudden separation caused Zhao Ziqing to break down in tears.
“Ziqing, be good, don’t cry.” Zhao Zijun choked back a sob, and forced a smile, “I’ll visit you when mom gets discharged.”
“I don’t want to be separated from you, brother.” Zhao Ziqing held onto Zhao Zijun tightly.
Madam Shangguan also broke down in tears, “Furong, is this divorce absolutely necessary?” She was pained for the children.
Once Lin Fang enters the Zhao family, it is predictable that Zhao Ziqing’s days won’t be pleasant.
Both young siblings, one without a father, the other without a mother…
“The divorce is necessary,” Shangguan Furong held back her tears.
Madam Shangguan sighed, “How tragic.”
To avoid prolonged pain, Shangguan Dehui swiftly picked up Zhao Ziqing and moved forward.
Zhao Ziqing cried and struggled, “Uncle, let me go! I want my brother! Brother!”
Zhao Zijun watched Zhao Ziqing, “Ziqing, you must listen to dad and grandmother at home…”
Zhao Ziqing’s crying gradually faded in the distance.
Zhao Zijun wiped his tears, turned back to look at Shangguan Furong, and smiled, “Mom, I’m okay.”
“Good child! Good child!” Madam Shangguan couldn’t help but pulled Zhao Zijun into her arms.