"When we get married, you will never divorce us for the rest of your life!"
Jiang Hao's words before leaving echoed in Qiao Xinwei's ears for a long time. At that time, she did not take these words seriously. She just felt that a family like Jiang Hao's could not afford the consequences of divorce.
The negative impact is ultimately due to face.
However, when she saw her parents looking forward to the wedding so eagerly and every time she wanted to mention the divorce, she swallowed it back.
On weekends, Jing Zhi went out early to exercise as usual, and Jing Shang was not at home either. Since Jiang Hao came to the house, he finally recognized her and had to let go of his love for Qiao Xinwei. Only mother and daughter were left at home.
At the dinner table, Qiao Xinwei was drinking rice porridge while looking at her mother who was hanging clothes on the balcony. New Year's Day was coming in a few days, and if she didn't tell her, it might be too late, she thought.
So, she mustered up the courage to say: "Mom, I don't want to be with Jiang Hao..."
"Xinwei, Jiang Hao is very busy in the army. He is about to get married and still has no time all day long. As a wife, you should be more considerate and caring about him and not act petty like you do at home. What did you just say? Tell Jiang Hao
What?"
Qiao Xinwei swallowed the white porridge in her mouth. The porridge was so bland that it had no taste at all, just like her life at the moment. She pulled a face, shook her head and said: "It's nothing... Jiang Hao and I haven't been together for a while.
We met, he is indeed very busy."
Xiang Ling: "That's right, did you hear what I just said? Get along well with Jiang Hao, what a good person he is."
"Mom, how come you think he is a good person after just meeting him? You know people, but you don't know his heart."
"Look at you, isn't this just a petty act? Mom has been here before and has eaten more salt than you have eaten. Just don't bully Jiang Hao."
"...Mom, you like Jiang Hao so much. If I don't marry him, will you still have to worry about me?"
When Xiang Ling heard this, she put down the clothes in her hands, looked at her and said seriously: "You choose the person yourself. If you don't want to marry, don't call me mom!"
Qiao Xinwei was stunned for a moment, and felt a chill in her heart. She smiled dryly and said in a gentle tone: "Hehehe, I was just joking..."
The daughter is her own. Xiang Ling somewhat noticed her little thoughts, "Xinwei, it's normal to be anxious before getting married. Jiang Hao is busy with work and has no time to accompany you. You should be more considerate." With that, Xiang Ling walked in.
Sitting opposite her in the room, he said seriously, "We are beyond our reach for you to marry such an outstanding person as Jiang Hao. My child, we are satisfied. Over the years, my mother has been talked about by relatives of the Jing family, especially you and
After Xiaohai dispersed, it's not like you didn't know your aunt's mouth, she could say any ugly thing. Since you brought Jiang Hao home, you have given your mother a sigh of relief. Well done, my good daughter.
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Seeing the crow's feet at the corners of her mother's eyes and the growing number of silver threads on her temples, Qiao Xinwei had no idea what to say and could only listen.
"After getting married, life is just daily necessities. There are not so many surprises and romances. I can see that Jiang Hao is different from Xiao Hai. He won't do things like light candles and release balloons downstairs in our house to say I love you. He is just a
People who live a down-to-earth life. Such people often have no emotions, but they can give you a stable life. What do you have to worry about? You have been hurt so badly by Xiao Hai and compared with so many blind dates. Do you still have feelings for Jiang Hao?
What are you dissatisfied with?"
Xiang Ling's words were all from the bottom of her heart. Qiao Xinwei was well aware of her mother's difficulties in the Jing family, and didn't she want to leave the Jing family on the pretext of getting married? Then what else could she say? The path was her own
She chose, even if there were thorns along the way, she would crawl through it.
"Mom, don't worry, I will live a good life with him."
Xiang Ling patted her daughter on the shoulder and said happily: "Well, that's right, my good daughter, you are my mother's only hope and pride."