Jiang, who is in his thirties, is not aged at all, and his appearance is still astonishingly beautiful. The sadness in his beautiful eyes can make all men soften their hearts.
Qiu Mingcheng looked away and whispered: "You go back first, I will stay with mother here."
Jiang returned to the dormitory with red eyes.
The maids lit the candles and wanted to help Mr. Jiang wash and change clothes, but Mr. Jiang kicked them all out. Mr. Jiang sat alone, staring blankly at the candlelight.
The tears were shed for Qiu Mingcheng. Now that Qiu Mingcheng is no longer in front of him, what's the use of crying? It's better to think about how to win Qiu Mingcheng's heart back in the future.
As for Mrs. Qiu who suffered a stroke... Ha! This is all retribution, she deserves it! She is not sad at all!
The best thing is to get sick from now on and never stay in the house again. From now on, the Qiu family's inner house will be her world, and no one can make things difficult or mean to her.
Jiang was thinking about the happy days in the future and couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.
That night, Qiu Mingcheng stayed awake all night, and Jiang slept soundly until dawn.
At dawn, Mrs. Jiang dressed up and went to the main courtyard to pay her respects.
Mrs. Qiu had not yet opened her eyes and was lying upright. Qiu Mingcheng had stayed up all night, his face was covered with stubble and his eyes were red.
With a distressed look on her face, Mrs. Jiang walked to the bed and gently tugged on Qiu Mingcheng's sleeves: "Did you not sleep all night? Now that my mother-in-law is ill, the whole family has to rely on you. No matter how much you feel sorry for your mother-in-law, you have to
take care."
"Go and sleep quickly, I'll stay here to keep an eye on my mother-in-law."
In the past, I heard sweet words like honey, but today, for some reason, it feels like there is a thick barrier between them.
Qiu Mingcheng glanced at Jiang blankly, said nothing or moved.
Jiang's eyes began to turn red, and he turned his head to the side, as if he was crying quietly.
Qiu Mingcheng's lips moved and he was about to speak when Mrs. Qiu moved on the bed at this moment. All of Qiu Mingcheng's attention immediately went to his mother: "Mother! You are finally awake! Mother!"
Mrs. Qiu opened her cloudy old eyes, looked at her haggard son, and shed two old tears. She raised her hand with great effort, barely raised her wrist, and then dropped it slumped.
Qiu Mingcheng's eyes turned red. A man who bleeds does not shed tears, but when he is sad, he cannot help but shed tears.
"Don't, don't cry."
Her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and Mrs. Qiu's speech was very difficult and unclear.
Jiang's heart had been lifted up at first, but it finally dropped a little at this moment. This old godly woman was indeed very ill, and she couldn't even speak. Naturally, she couldn't learn from the quarrel between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law yesterday.
"My mother-in-law has not eaten for a day, so she must be hungry." Jiang said softly, "My daughter-in-law will send someone to the kitchen to bring a bowl of hot porridge."
After hearing the familiar voice, Mrs. Qiu noticed her daughter-in-law Jiang beside the bed. She suddenly became excited. The muscles on her face were stiffly pulled, and her eyes shot out with anger, and she squeezed out one word: "Get out!"
Jiang's eyelids twitched, and she secretly felt bad.
Sure enough, Qiu Mingcheng quickly turned his head, and his eyes were colder than ever before: "I said yesterday that you can take care of the child with peace of mind. Mother, you don't need to worry about taking care of her."
"Let, let her go!" Mrs. Qiu said every word, gritting her teeth.
Although she couldn't tell what happened yesterday, just a few words fully revealed the disgust in Mrs. Qiu's heart.
Qiu Mingcheng said solemnly: "You leave now!"
Jiang resigned in embarrassment and left.
After leaving the main courtyard, Mr. Jiang paused for a moment, turned his head and glanced in the direction of Mrs. Qiu's bedroom, her eyes full of resentment. Soon, she restrained herself, returned to her usual soft and gentle appearance, and walked away. .
…
The news that Mrs. Qiu had suffered a stroke quickly reached Feng Shaojun's ears.
Feng Shaojun frowned slightly and told Shen You about this in a low voice.
Shen You was also surprised: "Mrs. Qiu was fine when she left yesterday. Why did she suddenly suffer from a stroke?"
Feng Shaojun's eyes flashed and he said calmly: "I heard that he fainted on the way and was sent to the hospital. The only people present at that time were Jiang and Qiu Rou and Qiu Jie. How did Mrs. Qiu faint? Only their mother and son Three are clear."
After a pause, he sighed again: "Mrs. Qiu did come to Cui's house yesterday, but she left angrily. If it's true, I'm afraid it has something to do with us."
Shen You also frowned.
He has neither a good impression of Mrs. Qiu nor any dislike for her. As long as Mrs. Qiu doesn't hang around in front of his eyes, he can barely maintain his respect.
Now that Mrs. Qiu has suffered a stroke and is seriously ill and unable to afford it, it is reasonable and reasonable for them both to visit her and give Qiu Mingcheng an explanation.
However, he just drew a clear line with the Jiang family yesterday and went to the Qiu family's door again. He couldn't get over this feeling.
Feng Shaojun looked at Shen You and said softly: "Let me go to Qiu's house!"
Shen You calmed down: "Let's go together."
Over the years, Qiu Mingcheng, his stepfather, has been pretty good to him. Qiu Mingcheng should also go there.
Two days later, the couple went to Qiu Mansion in a carriage.
Mrs. Qiu was seriously ill, and relatives and friends of the Qiu family came to visit her. Qiu Mingcheng specially took a few days off to wait for her illness by her bedside.
People who came and went to visit the patient often had to praise Qiu Mingcheng when they saw him being so filial.
Little did he know that the more people praised him, the more painful Qiu Mingcheng felt.
How did my mother suffer from stroke?
There were only three Jiangs, mother and son, in the carriage at that time. Qiu Rou was obedient and obedient, but Qiu Jie was still young. It could only be Jiang who got into an argument with his mother and made her faint with anger.
Jiang ignored the important and was vague. How could Qiu Mingcheng not hear it?
What kind of filial son is he? He knew clearly that Jiang had a problem, but he didn't get to the bottom of it and punish Jiang severely. Because he couldn't face the truth. Because he couldn't let go of Jiang and didn't want to write a letter of divorce to divorce his wife.
He is the most rebellious and unfilial son in the world!
Qiu Mingcheng acted like he was punishing himself. During these three days, he stayed by the bed and only drank a bowl of gruel for each meal. His whole body quickly became thin and haggard, and there were more white hairs on his head. At a glance, he looked more than ten years older.
Jiang stood beside him now, like a father and daughter.
"Master," the porter came to report in person: "Master Shen came to visit the old lady and is outside the door now."
Mr. Shen?
Qiu Mingcheng's mind was confused and his reaction was much slower than usual. It took him a moment to react. It turned out that Shen You and his wife were here.
Qiu Mingcheng cheered up: "Invite them into the main courtyard."
The porter left.
Qiu Mingcheng calmed down and whispered to Mrs. Qiu on the bed: "Mother, Shen You and his wife are here. I will go out to meet them right now."
What an irony.
I had always hoped that the couple would come to visit us, but they didn’t come. Now they have come...
Mrs. Qiu felt bitter in her heart and squeezed out a few words: "It's not their fault."
