Mo Huiran was sitting in the living room applying medicine to her wrist while waiting for her son Ling Yefeng.
It was already 11:30 p.m., and her son hadn't come back yet, so she began to feel unhappy. Her son went to college, and although she didn't have to worry about his grades, other women would divide up her son's property without her consent.
She also doesn't allow time.
Of course, her "not allowed" is only for other women. She still respects her son because his son has never let her worry or let her down.
It's just that it's a bit strange today. Could it be that he has a woman he likes?
Mo Huiran's heart was itching like an ant crawling, and she wanted to know why Ling Yefeng came back so late.
She had experienced it before. When she was nineteen years old, she also experienced her first love.
Therefore, she insisted that Ling Yefeng went on a date.
The thought of dating made her angry again.
That damn Winnie Xiao, she broke and dislocated her hand just because she interrupted their date.
She was so angry that she said to herself with contempt and venom: "The little girls nowadays are really hateful and uneducated. They all smell fishy. Isn't Yefeng going on a date? Although he is engaged to Xiao Wenni, but
I’ve never seen him have any new interest in women.”
She thought this way, and felt a little relieved. Her son's life path must not be derailed...like hers, the soul...will always be empty!
She was meditating blankly when Ling Yefeng gently opened the door and walked in.
The casual white shirt is buttoned unevenly, and the gray-blue jeans are washed so that the stripes are clear. The bangs hang down to the tip of the tall nose, and the cold eyes are dim but cannot conceal the light of wisdom.
"Huh? Oh, Yefeng, it's you who's back."
Mo Huiran brushed her short, sleek hair, and upon closer inspection of her son's tall figure and handsome facial features, even she was half infatuated.
Her son is very handsome, she has always known it, because his biological father is also very handsome, tall and handsome.
But--
There is no but, the son’s biological father is just a passer-by when he is lost.
Mo Huiran shook off his thoughts, smiled lightly, and said, "Yefeng, are you busy with your homework? Come, sit down, and talk to mom."
Ling Yefeng was about to avoid going upstairs when Mo Huiran unexpectedly stopped him. He hesitated for a moment. Although he was not in the mood, he still walked over and sat down.
"Yefeng, you... have a girl you like?"
Mo Huiran asked casually.
"Oh, if there is a girl you like, take it home and show it to mom to help you make an idea."
Ling Yefeng sarcastically said in his heart: Mo Huiran, I brought it back for you to taste. If you are not satisfied, I will force him to leave!
He was angry in his heart. He was angry that his mother didn't care about his feelings and treated him like a puppet. It didn't matter if Xiao Wennie didn't want her anymore. He was heartbroken because he didn't want to stay in this house anymore. His parents treated each other with respect.
He was fed up with his father's respectful and humble attitude toward him, the same way a servant treated his young master. He felt aggrieved for Ling Zhi, and despised his groveling, so he was willing to endure the humiliation.
"I'm not in the mood to talk about this. I went upstairs. I'm tired."
Ling Yefeng said hurriedly and depressedly that he was suffering so much. At this moment, what he wanted to do was to yell at Mo Huiran.
"Hey, Yefeng, I've been waiting for you all night, are you angry?"
Mo Huiran was indifferent, but he couldn't bear to make his son angry.
Ling Yefeng said repellingly: "How dare I be angry? I just... want to understand what I want."
What I want is to get rid of the current shackles you have on me. If not now, then in the near future.
"what do you want?"
Mo Huiran panicked and was inexplicably afraid.
Twenty years ago, Ning Junyan also said the same thing, "I know what I want" and left her.