Deep down in his heart, he actually doesn't like this son very much, because this child is really not that lovable: rough, arrogant, getting fatter and fatter, and being pampered by his grandma to the point of being lawless...
Sometimes, Jiang and his party were so upset that they even wanted to beat the boy up hard, which led to the fact that the relationship between father and son was never very close.
But this time, I feel that my son is so important - Yixing, remember, you have a son, Yi Xiangxi doesn't have a son! Qiao Xiaomai, a woman alone, will never make a difference!
It turns out that sons are so important in the Chinese concept - not only the inheritance of the country, but also the inheritance of one breath - no matter how good and awesome you are, Yi Xiangxi, but you have no son! You don’t have an heir, you
It's over! Even if you are tricked to death by us, no one will avenge you!
He was relieved. In his heart, he was extremely proud.
"Dad, I want to go out to play...it's so stuffy here...I don't like it at all, it's so stuffy..."
No matter how naughty and troublesome the naughty child was, he suddenly felt that it was not important anymore. Really, it was not important at all. Because, the assistant had already walked in and reminded quietly, unable to conceal his excitement: "Mr. Jiang, the signing ceremony will be held soon.
It’s about to begin…”
The new financial emperor is about to appear.
The authoritative financial channel has been broadcasting this event all day long, and the host's voice was full of excitement: "The signing ceremony will begin in half an hour. We will broadcast the entire process live, please pay attention..."
Jiang's Group's stock rose sharply in response, reaching the daily limit for three consecutive days.
Qiao Xiaomai stood aside and stared at the TV, looking at the bustling media. The camera was focused on the fat boy and Huang Huiwen from Jiang and his party. However, it flashed by and was mosaic, just to add to the lace.
The news said that Jiang and his party had a happy family and that their son was the next heir...
Qiao Xiaomai clenched her fists tightly and then released her fists. She didn't know that she felt so much hatred in her heart - this was the first time she hated Jiang and his party so much - why is your son showing off in Paris and jumping around, while my daughter is lying in the hospital bed?
Don’t you know about life and death?
Poor Xiaobai, she was lying on the bed with all kinds of cold instrument tubes inserted into her body. She relied entirely on the so-called high technology to save herself from taking her last breath. Is she dead or alive? A good little girl, from now on
, will never be able to move around again? Or, will she lie on the hospital bed like this for the rest of her life, becoming a shriveled mummy?
Qiao Xiaomai couldn't imagine what this was like, and he had never missed Yi Xiangxi so much.
I have never even felt that I was so fragile, so unable to bear: for so many years, all the burdens have been on me. I thought I had a man, whether we were in love or not, whether it was love or not... But at least there was someone to share the responsibility for the child.
His growth, illness, study, life... Even if he goes to a parent-teacher meeting... But now, he is still sitting alone in this room, guarding this child.
She no longer called Yi Xiangxi in vain, and even threw her cell phone aside. She even gave up any hope that he would come back soon.