Rebirth in the XNUMXs: The Hot Mom is in Charge

Old Man Jiang smiled back. Although there was a trace of reluctance in his expression, he didn't say much. He just nodded: "Qingyue, come back often when you have time."

His words revealed his concern for Shen Qingyue. Although there was a certain gap between them, Old Man Jiang obviously still regarded Shen Qingyue as a member of the family.

Shen Qingyue smiled and responded: "Of course I will."

Then Shen Qingyue turned to Dongdong and said softly: "Let's go."

Dongdong nodded, with a child-specific confusion and uneasiness in his expression.

The mother and son supported each other and slowly walked out of the dining room.

Walking out of the Jiang family's door, night has enveloped the entire courtyard.

Shen Qingyue took a deep breath of the cool night sky, and her mood seemed to relax a little.

She looked down at Dongdong, her eyes full of maternal love: "Go home."

Dongdong held her mother's hand tightly and nodded.

They were walking home together, and everything around them seemed so peaceful, which was in sharp contrast to the atmosphere at the dinner table just now.

The moonlight in the night sky illuminated their way home, and the mother and son disappeared into the night.

Mr. Jiang stood at the door and watched them go away.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions, as if he was reflecting on something.

The night breeze gently blew over his face, bringing a bit of coolness and seemed to take away some of his heavy thoughts.

Mr. Jiang turned around and faced the people still in the dining room. There was a deep worry in his eyes.

He sighed softly, with a kind of helplessness in his voice: "Qingyue, she no longer wants to have anything to do with us."

His words were full of regret, and it was obvious that he felt a sense of loss at Shen Qingyue's alienation.

When Mrs. Jiang heard her husband sigh, she looked displeased, and her voice was a bit sharp: "Huh, Qingyue's child is old now. He has his own ideas and has forgotten this family. He has no conscience! "

Dissatisfaction and disappointment were evident in her words.

When other members of the Jiang family heard this, some showed expressions of approval, while others remained silent.

When Old Man Jiang heard his wife's sharp words, his face suddenly became serious, and there was obvious anger in his voice: "That's enough! What are these words? If it weren't for what we did to Mingyuan, Qingyue Our relationship will never be what it is now!"

His words were full of self-blame and resentment, and it was clear that deep down in his heart he felt deep regret for some of his past actions.

Mrs. Jiang was startled by her husband's sudden anger. She froze and stopped talking.

Old Man Jiang's angry words echoed in the dining room. Others were shocked by his anger and fell silent, not daring to make any more noise.

Their faces showed surprise, embarrassment, and even fear, and they were obviously shocked by Old Man Jiang's rare anger.

Old Man Jiang's eyes swept across everyone present, his eyes full of disappointment.

He knew that the conflicts and problems within the family had accumulated too deep and could not be solved in an instant.

This situation made him feel powerless and sad.

With a heavy sigh, Old Man Jiang turned around and walked heavily to his room.

As Old Man Jiang's heavy footsteps disappeared behind the door of the room, the atmosphere in the dining room became even more depressing.

The remaining men looked at each other, unsure of what to do next. The silence lasted for a moment until one of the daughters-in-law broke the stiff silence.

"Really, it's all the fault of that pretentious woman Shen Qingyue!"

Liu Fanglian couldn't help but speak, his tone full of accusations and indignation.

Her eyes revealed dissatisfaction and envy towards Shen Qingyue, "Every time I come back, I act like I'm superior. Who do we think we are in her eyes?"

Huang Guibing followed closely behind, with a hint of sarcasm in her voice: "Yes, my sister-in-law has now flown onto the branches and turned into a phoenix. How can she still remember us relatives? She is so successful, so naturally she looks down on ordinary people like us."

These remarks aroused the resonance of others, and some people began to echo them. Their words were full of dissatisfaction and jealousy towards Shen Qingyue. They were jealous of Shen Qingyue's success.

On the other side, Shen Qingyue brought Dongdong back to Shen's home.

The night outside the house is like an ink-stained canvas, deep and quiet.

Dongdong followed her silently, his eyes flashing with concern and uneasiness for his mother.

Walking into the door of the house, Shen Qingyue breathed a sigh of relief. Her movements were smooth and calm, showing a kind of indifferent elegance.

Dongdong stood aside and carefully observed her mother's expression. He thought that Shen Qingyue would scold him for the unpleasantness and his little dispute at Jiang's house today, so he mustered up the courage and whispered: "Mom, I'm sorry, today I..."

Shen Qingyue frowned slightly, her eyes fell softly on Dongdong, and her tone revealed concern: "What's wrong, Dongdong? What's the matter?"

Dongdong hesitated, and finally plucked up the courage to truthfully tell her mother her worries.

His voice was low, as if he was worried about his mother's reproach.

After Shen Qingyue finished listening, the worry in her brows gradually dissipated, replaced by a gentle smile.

She patted Dongdong's head gently, her voice full of kindness: "Dongdong, mom won't blame you. As long as you do something reasonable, both me and your father will support you."

Dongdong's eyes shone with relief, and a relieved smile bloomed on his little face. Shen Qingyue's words gave him great comfort.

Shen Heyue heard the movement outside the door. He gently put down his book and turned his eyes to Shen Qingyue and Dongdong who had just stepped into the house.

"How is the situation at Jiang's house tonight?"

Shen Heyue's voice was calm and deep, with a hint of imperceptible concern in his words.

Shen Qingyue shook her head gently and smiled slightly, but there was a hint of fatigue in that smile: "General, nothing special."

Shen Qingyue turned to look at Dongdong and said in a gentle tone: "Dongdong, go take a bath. It's already very late today."

Dongdong nodded, then turned and walked towards the bathroom, walking briskly, as if he had put aside the worries in his heart.

Shen Qingyue stood by quietly, her eyes sometimes falling on Dongdong, sometimes looking out at the night sky through the window.

Accompanied by Shen Qingyue, Dongdong quickly fell asleep.

Shen Qingyue gently tucked him in, then quietly left the room and went to the living room to chat with Zhou Guifang.

The lighting in the living room was soft, and Zhou Guifang was sitting on the sofa, holding an old book in her hand, looking peaceful.

Seeing her daughter come in, a gentle smile appeared on her face.

"How was it at Jiang's house today?" Zhou Guifang asked softly, concern in her tone.

Shen Qingyue sat next to her and smiled slightly: "It's okay, I'm just a little tired."