Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

Huang Guibing's words were like sharp knives, each sentence piercing Jiang Mingde's self-esteem.

The surrounding air became tense because of the quarrel. Huang Guibing's anger and Jiang Mingde's anger collided in the small room, making an almost suffocating sound.

"That's enough!" Jiang Mingde finally broke out. He slammed the door open, "I don't want to listen to your nonsense!"

He slammed the door and left, leaving Huang Guibing alone in the room, shaking with anger.

Tears welled up in her eyes, but she bit her lip to keep them from falling.

At the other end, the noise had subsided, and Jiang Mingyuan was alone in the courtyard, meditating.

He has piercing eyes and deep thoughts, thinking about the future direction of his family.

The moonlight from the window filtered in, shining on his determined face, reflecting his determination.

He walked lightly to Shen Qingyue's side, and although his tone was calm, there was a hint of inquiry.

"Qingyue, since we have a house in the city, I plan to take you and Dongdong into the city. What do you think?"

Shen Qingyue closed her eyes and leaned on the back of the chair, her calm face reflecting the clarity and determination in her heart.

She opened her eyes and looked directly at Jiang Mingyuan. There was no wave in her words: "I can do it. There are more opportunities in the city. Regarding Dongdong's future, I certainly hope that he can have a broader world."

Jiang Mingyuan nodded, said no more, and turned to look at the night sky.

He knew Shen Qingyue's thoughts. Although the estrangement could not be completely eliminated, at least the two of them could work together on the issue of the child.

Although Shen Qingyue's heart felt like still water, her thoughts were surging like a tide.

She understood that only by going to the city could she meet the challenges of the new era and give her son a different future.

Moreover, her own ambition also told her that although life in the countryside was peaceful, it was not the end of her pursuit.

After Jiang Mingyuan learned Shen Qingyue's opinion, he made a plan in his mind and went to the Jiang family's old couple to discuss the matter.

Old Man Jiang has always maintained his own identity. He is the kind of parent who is a hands-off shopkeeper. He is old-fashioned and values ​​​​face, but he is also open-minded about the future of his children.

The evening breeze blew by, and the moonlight shone on the tiles of the old house. Jiang Mingyuan stood upright, with a firm and respectful tone.

"Dad, I plan to bring Qingyue and Dongdong to the city for development. The environment in the city is more suitable for their growth."

Old Man Jiang sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, took a sip of tea, looked at Jiang Mingyuan calmly, and said in a deep voice.

"You are the backbone of the family, so it is a good thing to go to the city. As long as you can take good care of yourself and let Dongdong have a better education, I will feel relieved in my old age."

Grandma Jiang held her needlework and listened to these words. Although she felt reluctant to give up, she didn't say anything more. She just followed her wife's words.

"Qingyue, when you go to the city, you have to take good care of Mingyuan and Dongdong. You don't have to worry about family matters."

Shen Qingyue listened and nodded slightly with an expressionless face. The corners of her mouth twitched unconsciously. She may have complicated emotions in her heart, but she still kept a smile on her face.

I bother.

Why does Jiang Mingyuan need her to take care of him when he is such a big man?

Jiang Mingyuan noticed the slight twitching at the corner of Shen Qingyue's mouth. Although he didn't express it clearly, he sighed slightly in his heart. He knew that this was a revelation of her true feelings that was not easy to detect.

The night was getting darker, and his figure cast a long shadow outside the door, just like the worry that had not dissipated in his heart.

"Qingyue, I understand what you mean."

Jiang Mingyuan's voice was still calm and firm, "But after entering the city, everything is a new beginning, not only for Dongdong, but also for us."

Shen Qingyue's eyes were deep, and she spoke calmly, without any waves in her tone, as if she was describing an extremely ordinary thing.

"Of course there are difficulties in entering the city, but more than these, I care more about whether Dongdong can adapt to the new environment." Jiang Mingyuan nodded slightly, expressing understanding.He turned around to leave, but paused. Some words seemed to be swirling in his throat, but he never said them out.

Inside the house, Old Man Jiang's voice sounded again, his tone carrying the instructions of a parent, "Qingyue, you have to remember that no matter what life in the city is like, this will always be your home."

Shen Qingyue's response was a kind of silence, the kind of silence without any ripples.

"I see."

She finally said, each word seeming carefully thought out, heavy and powerful.

"Dongdong's adaptation is something I will pay attention to. As for your amnesia," Shen Qingyue paused, looking directly and firmly at Jiang Mingyuan, "time will give us the answer."

Jiang Mingyuan's eyes stayed on Shen Qingyue for a while, "Time, indeed."

He finally said, with a hint of helplessness in his voice.

As the topic ended, Jiang Mingyuan turned and walked out of the room, leaving Shen Qingyue facing the silent night alone.

Outside the house, the wind blew quietly through the courtyard, disturbing the tranquility of the night.

Old Man Jiang slowly stood up from the stone bench, as if he was about to say something, but he swallowed it back.

There was a depth in his eyes that was hard to fathom.

He slowly walked to the corner of the room, poured out the unfinished cup of tea, and then poured another cup. This action seemed ordinary, but it seemed to be full of some kind of symbol.

Looking at Shen Qingyue's back quietly, there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

She said softly: "Qingyue, you and Mingyuan are both strong people. When you enter the city, don't forget that people's hearts are made of flesh. Don't push yourself too hard."

When Shen Qingyue listened to Old Man Jiang's words, a faint smile appeared on the corners of her lips. It was the kind of bitterness that was difficult to detect and would only be noticed in this silent night.

"Thank you dad for the reminder, I will remember it."

The next day, the news that Jiang Mingyuan's family had entered the city spread like rolling waves.

Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, several villagers sat in a circle and talked in low voices.

"Mingyuan is about to bring glory to its ancestors," Huang, the village elder, took off his hat and wiped the sweat from his face. "There are many opportunities in the city, and their family's fate may be about to change."

"you do not say."

An old woman next to her immediately echoed, "I saw that girl Qingyue, her eyes were filled with determination. Once she leaves, I'm afraid she won't look back."

Shen Qingyue, however, seemed not to have heard these words.

Holding Dongdong's academic records in her hand, the road ahead became clearer and clearer.

First let Dongdong go to school well, and then make more money. Even if Jiang Mingyuan becomes the richest man again like in his previous life, marries a lovely wife and has a beautiful daughter, he and Dongdong will not live too miserable.

At this time, Jiang Mingyuan stood in front of his house, watching Shen Qingyue's retreating figure.

His expression was calm as usual, but the turmoil in his heart was unknown.

"Mingyuan."

Old Man Jiang walked slowly to his side, his voice had a rare softness, "Qingyue is a capable person, and you should support each other in the city."

Jiang Mingyuan nodded and said in a calm voice: "Dad, I know. Qingyue and I will find a common path."

(End of this chapter)