Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
That had been on a winter day too, it had been bone-numbingly cold.
He felt alone and abandoned by the whole world.
He couldn’t help but think that if his mom was home, she would surely speak up for him and make him feel better.
In the end, he found out that, as he was kneeling in the ancestral hall, Mei Feng was kneeling before his father, pleading on his behalf.
Finally, his father relented and Mei Feng helped him up. She covered his kneecaps with a blanket and said to him, “The knees are an important part of the body and it’s crucial that it doesn’t get exposed to the cold. My knees hurt now because I didn’t take care of them when I was young. I was vain and liked to dress in flimsy clothes.”
She had bad knees to begin with and now, for his sake, she had had to suffer this plight.
In that moment, he had sworn in his heart that from then on, he would treat Mei Feng like his own mother.
If his own mother didn’t want him, someone else did.
Now, Mei Feng once again had gotten down on her knees for his sake, and someone had even circulated this on the internet to deliberately embarrass her.
Shen Zihao turned red with fury.
When Xia Yehua heard her son berating her for being cold-hearted and evil, she froze.
Her heart was numb from being repeatedly hurt by him.
She looked at the two people standing before her.
After a pause, she was compelled to say, “Zihao, I used to think that leaving you with the Shen family was the right thing to do. But now, it’s my great regret!”
“If I had known that you’d become so undiscerning and easily influenced, I’d have taken you with me even if it meant I had to beg in the streets.”
Shen Zihao’s pupils shrank.
Was Xia Yehua blaming him for not knowing right from wrong?
He laughed derisively, feeling the coldness that was spreading in his heart.
He was deeply hurt by the look of disappointment in his mother’s eyes.
Mei Feng quickly exclaimed, “Sister Xia, it’s okay to hate me! But please don’t be angry at Zihao! He’s so intelligent, how could he not tell right from wrong? He knows and can feel who is truly good to him.”
She appeared livid and looked as though she was trying to protect the one thing that was most important to her. She rushed to stand in front of Shen Zihao and said to Xia Yehua, “Sister Xia, I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again—you can berate me but please do not blame Zihao!”
“I want to thank you for letting Zihao stay with the Shen family and giving me the privilege of having such a great son! If you don’t wish to have him, I do.”
If you don’t wish to have him, I do.
At once, Shen Zihao’s eyes reddened.
Yes, he had never been the child that his mother wanted.
The child she wanted had always been Shen Liangchuan.
At this thought, he smirked and said, “Madam Xia, sorry for disappointing you. Will you only be satisfied when our Shen family becomes the laughing stock of Beijing, and my wedding becomes the biggest gossip in town?!”
Xia Yehua was taken aback by his words. “What do you mean?”
“What do I mean?!” Shen Zihao held up his cell phone, played the video and then held the phone up for all to view.
With an angry expression, he said, “You’ve made a joke out of Aunty Mei. Is this your revenge?!”
“You are cruel! Given this, how is Aunty Mei supposed to face family and friends in the future?!”
“Madam Xia, the next time you wish to take revenge on others, could I trouble you to keep please your undiscerning son in mind? So that he can hold his own head up high.”