After informing his parents of his decision, his mother kept nagging on the other end of the phone: Son, how could you do such a heartless thing? Yes, how could you separate Xinxin, who has just come to our home, from the daughter we've been longing for for 50 years?
He confidently threw out a sentence: Then let father come to America.
He knew his mother's personality well. Back in their youth, Leng's father was the handsome man in the military compound, wearing his military uniform, he charmed women of all ages. Even a certain lady in the compound declared: She would spare no effort to make Leng Guoxing, now Leng's father, her son-in-law. His mother was also one of those countless young girls, following Leng's father around all day long.
According to Leng's father's own account, one day, under the cover of darkness and amidst a scandalous atmosphere, he suddenly realized how endearing the little girl who had been secretly following him every day was. His heart, silent for 21 years, suddenly skipped a beat at that moment. From then on, he found everything about that little girl perfect—so quiet, so cute, so beautiful, and those occasional glances she threw his way were utterly captivating. He fell head over heels, eager to marry such a wonderful girl.
Little did he know, after marriage, the lamb would turn into a tiger. Qing Zi, wielding her whip, began her reign as the queen of taming her husband with a mix of candy and whips, a practice that continues to this day.
Although Leng's father often whispered in his son's ear, advising him to keep his eyes wide open when making friends in the future and not to be deceived by a girl's fragile appearance. After saying this, the father would invariably cast a resentful glance at the mother in the distance. But with just one sharp look from the mother, the father would immediately scurry over to her side, his eyes shining brightly.
Yet, despite this, women from outside continued to throw themselves at him one after another. The mother also discovered a rather fulfilling task: driving away the vixens around her husband, ensuring that any unstable factors that might threaten the harmony of her family were nipped in the bud.
But there were times when she stumbled. After the kindergarten bird-watching incident, to mend her son's wounded little heart, she steeled herself not to follow Leng's father to City B for his expansion plans. Unexpectedly, this time, Leng's father almost fell into someone else's trap.
Oh, living apart, without his soft little wife to hold, Leng Fu felt so lonely. Every day, he could only bite the quilt, missing his fragrant wife. He never expected the cunning leader of the rival company to find a replica of his wife before marriage. Looking at the young girl before him, he sighed in his heart: She looks just like a little lamb. How did his wife transform after marriage?
Of course, he didn't betray his Qingzi in heart or body, but he just felt a kinship with this girl. Little did he know, this time he misjudged. When he felt the girl before him turn red, and he urgently missed Qingzi, wanting to pin her down and tease her fiercely, while the young Qingzi gazed at him with charming eyes, he realized he had been drugged.
He threw the girl out the door like a sandbag. Picking up the phone, he dialed his beloved wife in another city. Hearing her man's rapid breathing and his fragmented words: 'Baby, I miss you so much, what should I do?' Qingzi knew something was wrong. She drove overnight to City B at high speed. When she saw his figure bobbing in the swimming pool in the dead of winter, her suspicions were confirmed.
Leng Guoxing looked at his beloved before him, approaching her with urgent steps. Impatiently tearing her underwear, he buried himself deeply into that fatal source, feeling finally liberated. He hadn't betrayed his beloved. In the cold wind, the passionate duo composed the beautiful music of life. When they reached the pinnacle of happiness together, Qingzi decided she would never let him stay alone outside again, no matter what.
Qingzi wanted to make one last struggle. How could this brat suddenly pull such a stunt without any warning? Maybe it was just a whim. She had only had their daughter for a few days; perhaps he would change his mind in a few days.
It was all the Old Man's fault. Back then, witnessing her agony during Tianlei's birth, he couldn't bear the thought of her enduring such pain again. Without telling anyone in the family, he secretly underwent a vasectomy. It wasn't until their nightly efforts bore no fruit that he quietly confessed to her. Pitifully, the daughter of their dreams slipped through their fingers just like that. Yet, his heart was filled with sweetness. Though often called a 'tigress' by others, only they knew the truth of their relationship—a willing beating and a willing bearing, savoring every moment of it.
Seeing no response from his mother on the other side of the globe, Tianlei, well aware of her temperament, dialed the Leng Old Lady's number.
The moment the Leng Old Lady received her grandson's call, she was furious. 'Well, well, Qingzi,' she thought, 'you've turned my handsome and upright son into a loyal dog, wagging his tail at his wife all day. My poor grandson, once so adorable and sensible, has been turned into a cold machine by you. Twelve years, and he's only visited his old grandmother a handful of times. And that great-grandson I've been dreaming of is nowhere in sight. Now that my grandson has finally come to his senses and wants to return home, you're stopping him? This is utterly outrageous. Fine, if the tiger doesn't show its claws, you'll mistake it for a sick cat.' She picked up the phone beside her and made a call.
Watching the stern-faced old lady issue her final command to hurry to America and bring her grandson back, Qingzi turned her gaze towards Leng Father beside her. To her surprise, the usually wife-obeying Leng Father pretended not to see his wife's hint this time.
Back when their son decided to go abroad, although he felt a bit reluctant, Leng Father was more secretly delighted. This way, his darling's attention would be solely on him. With their son, the big third wheel, out of the picture, he could do as he pleased in their home. Ever since their son was born, his darling hadn't been as uninhibited in their intimate moments as before. As their son disappeared from sight with his luggage, Leng Father was almost ready to set off firecrackers in celebration. In his mind, he was already fantasizing about his wife's escalating cries beneath him.
Finally, he had enjoyed over a decade of a world for two. Though in his fifties, he was still full of energy, always finding new ways to tease the love of his life. (Genetics, genetics. So this is the inheritance of beastly desires. It turns out our Leng heir has completely inherited this trait from his father.)
He was very fond of Moxin, having already regarded her as his own daughter in his heart. However, since Moxin arrived at their home, his wife's attention had been completely diverted. At first, he didn't mind, but when he tried to get intimate with his wife at night, he felt a great deal of jealousy. His wife would always remind him that Moxin was at home whenever he was in the mood. Sometimes, just as he was about to get down to business, she would even push him away abruptly, telling him that Moxin must be feeling very lonely in this house, with her heavy academic load, and that she needed to accompany Moxin that night. Under his resentful gaze, she left the room without any hesitation, leaving the unsatisfied Leng father to hug her pillow and spend a sleepless night alone.
Upon learning of his son's decision, he felt like crying inside, thinking that his son was truly his own flesh and blood, able to understand his urgent desires. In front of Qingzi, he pretended to be reluctant to leave as well, but in his heart, he was almost praying for this wonderful moment to come sooner.
With an extremely resentful mood, Qingzi and Leng father boarded the plane to the United States together.
Leng Lao Tai watched the plane gradually disappear into the depths of the clouds, feeling that the weather today was exceptionally clear, even the white clouds seemed whiter. She thought she must hurry and call her grandson, telling him to come back soon. She also needed to reconnect with her old sisters to see which family had a suitable girl, as she felt her great-grandchild was waving at her.
The over seventy-year-old lady forgot that it was her son who had gone abroad and left the airport with quick steps without any reluctance. Leng Jiang Jun, who was familiar with his wife's temperament, shook his head helplessly behind her. However, compared to his son, he also preferred to have his grandson by his side.