The cleaner, seeing a menacing figure in black standing at the door, took a step back in fright.
Gu Ruandong reached out his hand: “Give me the clothes.”
The cleaner wouldn’t dare give her clothes to just anyone, but seeing this man in front of her, she was terrified.
I’ll call and ask Mr. Song.
Gu Ruandong never thought that one day he would have to ask another man’s permission to wear his wife’s clothes.
The cleaner, Song Jingye had hired by the hour, came every day to clean. It was the first time he’d seen women’s things in his house, and curiosity about this man, fueled by a burning desire for gossip, intensified when he saw him.
Of course, gossip is gossip, but he still dutifully called Song Jingye and described the appearance of the man in black. Then, from the other end of the line came: “Give him your clothes.”
The nanny then handed the clothes to Gu Ruan Dong.
Song Jingye was called home early this side. Today, there is a 50th anniversary celebration of the establishment of diplomatic relations with a neighboring country. Because their equipment department provided a lot of new weapons to the neighboring country, he was arranged to represent the military at the celebration this time, responsible for receiving the other party. Yesterday, he was busy with the relevant matters for this attendance at his unit.
The result is, last night I was beaten up by Gu Ruandong. It’s not disfiguring, but both sides of my face are bruised. How can I possibly attend the diplomatic event with this face? Even going out to meet people would draw stares and attention. That would affect the national image, wouldn’t it?
Seeing his face like that, Song’s father and mother were both shocked and heartbroken. Who had the guts to beat him up?
Then he asked, “What’s going on?”
Given Song Jingye’s skill, there’s only one possibility: he willingly allows himself to be beaten. Otherwise, he would be the one doing the beating, and no one could land a hit on him.
Of course, there’s also the possibility that he killed someone and sustained some minor injuries himself, but that seems unlikely.
Song Jingye casually wiped away the blood from the corner of his lips, “It’s nothing.”
Just look at how brutally ruthless Gu Ruandong was. The wounds from today are still splitting open intermittently.
“How could you be so careless, knowing there was an event today.”
Song Jingye: “I’ve arranged for someone to attend the reception in my place.”
Then you’d better be there in person, keep an eye on things and make sure nothing goes wrong.
“Okay.”
There’s no other way, so this is it.
Seeing them finish their serious conversation, Song’s mother looked at him and felt heartbroken. She asked from the side: “Who beat you up like this? Is there still law in this world?”
Of course, Song Jingye couldn’t say what had happened. He just said, “It was a small conflict, it’s resolved.”
“You’re not the kind of person who just randomly starts conflicts with others.” It wasn’t that Song Mu had blinders on when it came to her own child, and in fact, Song Jingye was a person with extremely stable emotions. He would never resort to violence or act rashly against someone.
Just as he was thinking, his phone rang. It was the cleaning lady from his house calling her. As a mother of a single man of advanced age, she kept a close eye on her son’s romantic developments and spared no effort to obtain information from any source, especially after he moved out.
At the beginning of the conversation, the cleaning lady said that a woman seemed to have stayed over at her house last night. Song’s mother was secretly excited, thinking that her son’s “lifeless” life had finally bloomed. However, the cleaning lady changed the subject and said that it seemed like there was a conflict with another man…
The cleaner rattled off everything she had seen and heard to Song’s mother. Song’s mother immediately turned ashen, was there any need to guess? Besides Miss Lu, who else could it be?
Why are you so disappointing?
Whom do you fancy?
Have all women in the world died?
Mother Song’s anger subsided, but she knew her place and didn’t dare bring it up in front of Father Song, fearing his temper might flare and lead to a fight between father and son. So, after Father Song left, she took her son’s hand,
“Have a chat with Mom.”
Song Jingye has been in a low mood since yesterday until this morning, he just couldn’t bring himself to do anything. As soon as he saw his mother, she wanted to talk to him alone. Needless to say, he knew it was going to be another arranged blind date.
He cooperated a few times, now he has lost interest, especially recently, he really isn’t in the mood.
Just as he was about to refuse, he saw her mother’s solemn expression, an angry look of defiance. He had to stop and force a smile, asking, “What’s wrong?”
After he graduated from the military academy, he went to the northwest to hone his skills for many years, going farther and farther. It was not easy to be transferred back to Beijing. He moved out on his own again. He felt guilty towards his mother, so he was willing to please her for anything that wasn’t a major matter.
“What’s wrong? I should be asking you what’s wrong? Did Gu Ruandong beat you?”
As soon as the topic was brought up, Song Jingye’s expression changed noticeably, and he didn’t have time to hide it before being seen through by Song’s mother.
To love someone who doesn’t love you back, even thinking about it too much feels like a sin.
The wounds on my face are just skin deep, but the ones in my heart are festering. They keep reopening and healing, leaving me a completely different person, but I can’t show a hint of it.
Mrs. Song originally wanted to educate him properly, but seeing the fleeting pain that flashed across his face just now, her own son made her feel heartache, so she changed her words.
“You’re too serious, you haven’t met enough women, and now that you’re getting older, your body just can’t take it anymore.”
“Look around and meet a few girls. I’m not pressuring you to get married and have children right away. Just be friends with them first and hang out more often. You’ll open up your heart.”
It all boils down to a lack of women, and being idle.
This left Song Jingye speechless for a moment.
Song’s mother has a mild and open personality, and she can talk to her son about anything. She asked again, “When you sleep alone at night, don’t you think about it? If you do, and you have a reaction, how do you deal with it?”
“Mom, I think this topic would be more suitable to discuss with your friends.”
Song Jingye really couldn’t talk about this topic with his own mother.
“What’s wrong? You don’t have to talk to Mom, but you still need to figure it out yourself. Listen to your mom and release your body, then your mind will be free.”
“Alright, alright.” Song Jingye could only agree readily.
Song’s mother then turned to the main point: “Mom knows you have a sense of proportion and won’t joke about your future. As for Gu Ruandong, don’t have a direct conflict with him. Your father values him very much, and he will definitely be helpful to you in the future. And I’ve heard some news that the Lu family is probably going to rise again.”
Song Jingye: “I know.”
A person in officialdom, whether right or wrong, has his own path, and no one can walk alone.
After the mother and son finished talking, Song Jingye awkwardly left. Song’s mother was thinking in her heart that she wanted to kick him forward, and if he didn’t improve, she would find a suitable girl for him and get married so that he could truly experience the taste of a woman. Then his body would no longer be under his control. At that time, it would be impossible to stop him.
She also really wants to hold her grandchildren soon. Her son-in-law, Song Jingye, is not worse than anyone else, so there’s no reason why their marriage should be unlucky.
Song’s mother was lost in thought, going over suitable girls in her mind.