Lovely wife, hard-to-support husband is too domineering

Chapter 219: Difficult Choice (3)
"She is right, then tell me, who is wrong?"

Song Qinghua's eyes gradually turned red, and he said in a trembling voice, "Is it your fault? Is it my fault? Or is it Jian Huaiyi's or Sang Yu's fault? Dad, tell me, whose fault is it?"

Song Rufeng sighed, and said: "This child has no father since he was a child, which is pitiful enough. Tsinghua, my father loves her so much, how do you ask me to explain to your mother, even if I die, I can't rest in peace!"

Lin Qiang stood on the side, also looking sad.Hey, how will this account be settled, and how will it be settled?

"No dad?"

Song Qinghua smiled softly, and tears rolled out of the corners of his eyes.She looked up, but still couldn't hold back the hot tears, "Do you want me to tell her that she came into this world because her father raped her mother, so she will always be a demon in my heart, yes A nightmare I can't get rid of?!"

"Tsinghua University!"

Song Rufeng stood up, "What happened back then may not be all Huai Yi's fault!"

"You are not allowed to speak for him!" Song Qinghua's eyes flashed sharply.

Walking in front of his daughter, Song Rufeng choked with sobs and said, "If you want to hate or resent, remember it on your father, and don't remember your child!"

He stretched out his hand to hold his daughter in his arms, and said distressedly: "Tsinghua, it's because Dad didn't handle the matter between you and Huai Yi well. If you want to blame, you blame Dad, it's all Dad's fault!"

Song Qinghua burst into tears, she raised her hand to caress her father's white temples, choked up and said, "Dad, I really hated you before! But you are my father after all."

Hearing this, both father and daughter felt sad for a while.

Song Qinghua raised his hand to wipe away his tears, and said in a deep voice, "Dad, I can't see her, or I will die!"

After saying that, she opened the door of the study, turned and walked away.

"Tsinghua—"

Song Rufeng called her with a sullen face, but was stopped by Lin Qiang, "Chairman, please give Tsinghua some time to let her think about it."

After a while, Song Rufeng nodded in disappointment.Yes, this incident was too sudden, and it involved the fate of the two children. There were many things that he had to think about.

The quarrel in the study disappeared, Song Aiyu followed the route she came out, and went back as fast as she could.The words she heard tonight shocked her immensely.

It turned out that the mother was raped by Jian Huaiyi, so she gave birth to Mu Liang.No wonder mother didn't want her, she had to be replaced from birth, there was such an ugly truth hidden in it!
The tight heart loosened again.Song Aiyu forced herself to calm down and not panic.Now that grandpa knew about it, according to his personality, he would naturally favor Mu Liang.

Grandpa wants mother to bring Mu Liang back, so what should she do?
No!
Song Aiyu's eyes were gloomy, looking at his pale face in the mirror, his heart couldn't help shrinking.Everything in this family belongs to her, and she will not give it to anyone!
Walking quickly all the way back to the room, Song Qinghua reached out and closed the door, leaning against the door panel and gasping for breath.She walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, her limbs still stiff.

After a while, Song Qinghua opened the drawer of the vanity mirror.There was a combination lock drawer at the bottom. She opened the lock and took out the box inside.

A small pink gown, spread out only the size of two adult palms.Song Qinghua held it in his hand, staring at the not-so-fine stitches sewn on it, his eyes became silent.

Why her?Mu Liang.

The scene from that year reappeared in front of his eyes. Song Qinghua still remembered the feeling of holding that child in her arms for the first time.Small, soft and fragrant.

Her black and thick fetal hair, her swollen red face, and her small pointed chin, that little face in her memory always stays at that moment, as if time has also stopped and never flowed.

Song Qinghua lowered his face, rubbing the tip of his nose lightly against the clothes in his hands, and his heart suddenly rolled.Why is it that after so long, the milky smell still lingers.

She raised her lips and smiled wryly.Whether this taste can be preserved for such a long time, or this taste has already been deeply imprinted in her heart.

Waking up early in the morning, when Song Rufeng came to the restaurant, the servant had already prepared breakfast.

"Morning, Grandpa." Song Aiyu sat in a chair and greeted him as usual.

"morning."

Song Rufeng sat down, glanced at the empty chair opposite, and asked, "Where is Tsinghua University?"

"Mom had a headache last night, so she fell asleep this morning." Song Aiyu pouted, and said, "I just went to see her in the room, and I came down after she took the medicine and fell asleep."

Song Rufeng sighed lightly, not wanting to appear abnormal in front of Song Aiyu.

"Grandpa," Song Aiyu held up the half-folded colored paper in his hand, and asked, "Why can't I fold the paper frog you taught me when I was young?"

Song Rufeng glanced at it and took it with a smile, "You folded two steps wrong."

"Huh?" Song Aiyu moved closer to him and looked at it seriously.

Song Rufeng quickly corrected the wrong place, and folded the frog in a few strokes.

"Haha, grandpa is still amazing!"

Song Aiyu put the paper frog on the table, gently clasped the frog's forehead with his fingers, pressed it firmly and then released it, and the frog would jump forward.

"Grandpa, when I was young, no one played with me, only you hugged and coaxed me every day." Song Aiyu took his arm and said with a smile: "Mom said, let me be filial to grandpa when I grow up."

Hearing her words, the expression in Song Rufeng's eyes moved, and his palm fell on top of her head.This child was brought up by him with his own hands, and the love between his grandparents and grandchildren for more than [-] years is also hard for him to let go.

"Aiyu," Song Rufeng frowned, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, "Grandpa knows you are filial, and grandpa loves you too."

"Ah."

Song Aiyu nodded slightly, and said with a smile: "Aiyu loves mother and grandfather the most, and I am happy when you are by my side."

"good!"

Gently pulling her into his arms, Song Rufeng had a loving heart.It's just that he wants to give half of this love to that poor child Mu Liang.

Hey, the palms and backs of the hands are full of meat, Song Rufeng feels sour.

Song Aiyu couldn't help moving her black eyes when she heard her grandfather sighing softly.She knew that her grandfather loved her since she was a child, but now that they know Mu Liang's true background, how long can this love for her last? !
If, one day, her position will be replaced by Mu Liang.Then, she must act first!
The days to New Years are numbered.When Fu Dongting had breakfast in the morning, he told You Chuxiu to be simple this year, not to invite too many guests, he wanted to be more clean.

You Chuxiu naturally understood, but when she counted the heads last night, even though she had simplified them, she still counted nearly a hundred people.

"Liangliang," Fu Dongting asked with a smile on his lips, "Are you homesick?"

(End of this chapter)