In the crazy Meiye Bar, Rong Shaoze was very drunk.
He has been drinking here for several days, and no one dares to drive him away. He is the biggest benefactor here, and it is too late for others to fawn over him, so how can they drive him away.
The door of the box was pushed open and Rong's mother turned on the light. When she saw Rong Shaoze's appearance, her face changed slightly and she almost shed tears in distress.
Her son, who had always been noble and without a trace of embarrassment, turned out to be like this.
Rong Shaoze fell to the ground, surrounded by wine bottles. His clothes were soaked by the wine, and there was green stubble on his chin.
His whole body was in a state of disarray, and there was even vomit on the ground.
He looked like a down-and-out drunkard, dirty and decadent, without any trace of his former glory.
Rong's mother endured the discomfort in her heart and calmly ordered the servant behind her: "Go get me a basin of water."
"Yes, ma'am."
When the water was brought, she ordered: "Pour it on him."
"This..." The servant hesitated, knowing that Rong Shaoze was not someone to be trifled with.
If he splashes it, will he retaliate against him?
"What are you still doing?" Rong's mother glared at him sharply. He gritted his teeth and poured water on Rong Shaoze.
"Ahem..." The man opened his blood-red eyes and was dizzy for a while before he saw the cold expression of his mother above him.
"Can you stand up by yourself?" Rong's mother asked calmly.
"..."
"Stand up!" She shouted sharply, with sharp eyes, fully displaying Mrs. Rong's aura.
Rong Shaoze put his hands on the ground and struggled to raise his upper body, then fell down again.
His head hurt so much, it felt like it was going to explode. His whole body was stiff and he still had no strength at all.
"Mom..." He wanted to act coquettishly, but Rong's mother saw his intention and interrupted him coldly.
"Don't beg me! You forgot, you fell down and got up by yourself! You look like this, how can you be worthy of being a descendant of the Rong family? Rong Shaoze, don't forget your identity!"
The man closed his eyes slightly and suddenly remembered his grandma's harsh warning.
"Listen to me. Since you have chosen to take this path, you must grit your teeth and persevere! No matter how hard or tired you are, you are not allowed to beg for mercy or retreat. Even if you die, you must not be weak at all!"
He was young and arrogant, so naturally he would not admit defeat. He promised loudly: "Don't worry, there is nothing in this world that I, Rong Shaoze, can't do!"
Then, what awaits him is a bloody and inhuman life...
Seeing his appearance, Rong's mother could no longer be cruel. She knelt down and said softly:
"Shaoze, it's not that Mom is cruel. But if Mom doesn't force you to stand up like this, you won't be able to overcome the hurdle in your heart. Stand up on your own and start a new life tomorrow. Everything in the past will be forgotten, no matter what is in your heart.
No matter how painful it is, you must forget it."
What she wants is a son who lives his own life, without any pain or shackles, and who is a master of men.
Her son must not be burdened by any personal affair between his children.
If he was really suffering and tired, she wouldn't mind burying the source of his pain with her own hands.
Rong Shaoze opened his eyes in excitement. He didn't know where the strength came from, and he gritted his teeth and pushed himself up.
Even though his body was swaying, he didn't fall down.
Rong's mother nodded happily, held his arm and said, "Let's go back."