With a cold snort, Lan Yiqing turned around and went back to the living room, not caring at all whether her son had dinner that night.
After scolding her son, Lan Yiqing returned to the living room, and the anger in her heart showed no signs of diminishing. In fact, when she saw her husband Lin Ze with his legs crossed reading the newspaper in the living room, her anger instantly surged up again.
"Look, all you know is reading the newspaper."
His wife was angry, so Lin Ze couldn’t focus on the newspaper. He quickly put it down and started coaxing, "What’s wrong, honey? Didn’t I just hear the door open? Who came?"
At the same time, he had already cursed that bastard who had just arrived and made his wife angry countless times in his mind: "Damn bastard, making my wife angry as soon as he arrives, he’s got some nerve."
Just as he had these thoughts, Lin Ze saw his son slowly walking into the living room. Instantly, his anger surged. So it was this damned little rascal, always competing with me for my wife since he was a child. Now, he’s grown up, insisted on going abroad, upsetting my wife. Finally, he’s back, doesn’t come home for days, and when he does, he pisses off my wife and makes her direct her anger at me. Damned, his cold gaze swept over. If looks could kill, the other person would have died a thousand times.
As for the fact that the other person was his precious son, he had long thrown it to the back of his mind.
Lin Mubai was still dwelling on his mother’s disdain for him when he walked into the living room, only to continue facing his father’s cold and angry stare. His feeling of being wronged grew stronger.
What on earth is this situation? Could it be that he’s so unwelcome that even a rare trip home gets him this cold treatment?
Lin Mubai’s heartbreak didn’t end there. The old Mr. Lin and the old lady who appeared next in the living room continued to sprinkle thick salt on his wounds.
"Mu Bai, why did you come back alone? Where’s Nannan?" Not for nothing had they lived under the same roof all these years, even their questions were similar.
As soon as the old lady’s voice fell, the old man’s disdainful words reached Lin Mubai’s ears: "If my grandson’s wife isn’t here, what are you doing here?"
This time, Lin Mubai felt completely defeated inside. "Grandpa, this is my home, right? And I’m not even married yet." The hidden message was twofold: first, this is my home, why can’t I come back? Second, I’m not married yet, so there’s no granddaughter-in-law.
Despite his words, the old man wasn’t concerned with such details. Giving his grandson a cold snort, he continued, "I don’t care. This New Year, you have to bring her back for New Year’s Eve dinner, or you don’t have to come back at all."
"Grandpa," Lin Mubai’s voice was filled with deep resentment, but it was no use.
The old man’s stance remained firm: "You’re a grown man, stop whining here. Use that time to go and bring my granddaughter-in-law back." Thıs text ıs hosted at novｅlfire.net
"Grandpa, your granddaughter-in-law got a sudden company notice and flew abroad."
Lin Mubai’s explanation failed to satisfy the old man, who even continued mocking, "Hmph, useless is useless, why make so many excuses?"
"Alright, alright, stop talking. Just bring her home when she comes back."
The old man had lost his parents when he was very young. Last time he heard that the future granddaughter-in-law also mentioned her parents weren’t around, he was particularly protective of the girl.