After being exiled, she married a rough man, and the sickly beauty was spoiled

"Unfilial son! How dare you come back!"

Yang stood up and ran straight to He Zhan, beating and scolding him.

Song Huiling chewed the noodles twice, without waiting to chew them thoroughly, and followed after swallowing them with his eyes fixed.

She didn't expect that Yang was still angry after a whole day.

He Zhan was still a fool and just stood there letting his mother torture him.

Song Huiling stood in front of He Zhan with her arms outstretched, like an old hen protecting her chicks.

Yang circled around to catch He Zhan, and Song Huiling followed suit. During the entire process, He Zhan stood there like a mountain.

Song Huiling was almost confused. She glanced at Ah Mo and said anxiously, "Ah Mo, what are you still standing there watching? Hurry up and bring your sister into the house!"

Her heart was in her throat. He Zhan's injury could not withstand any more torture. Otherwise, if it got worse, she would have to spend a lot of money to buy new medicine.

A'mo came forward to help, but Yang cried and twisted into a ball, waving her hands and feet in the air, refusing to give in, trying to break free and beat He Zhan. A'mo couldn't hold her back, so he simply carried her on his shoulders and brought her into the house.

This was the first time that Song Huiling saw Yang throwing a tantrum. She was stunned for a moment and then walked towards the west room. He Zhan followed her.

When she reached the door, she stretched out her hand to stop him: "Don't come in!"

After saying this, he turned and went into the house.

He Zhan just stood outside the house.

In the room, Yang was still shouting and making a fuss, clamoring to beat the unfilial son to death. Song Huiling was really angry this time.

He didn't even give his elders face. As soon as he entered the room, he shouted, "What are you shouting about! What are you making a fuss about!"

He Zhan was about to enter the house, but Song Huiling seemed to sense it and poked her head out to give him a vicious look: "And you, if you dare to come in, I'll break your legs!"

This was the first time Song Huiling got seriously angry.

Even though He Zhan had seen many fierce and cruel people, he was still frightened for a moment.

She actually exuded an aura that made people want to submit to her.

The room suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Yang clutched her collar tightly, slowly closed her open mouth, and even burped.

Song Huiling didn't want to let it go just like that. Yang was a stubborn person, and He Zhan was a gourd with a sawed-off mouth.

It is impossible to resolve the conflict between the mother and son through a heart-to-heart talk.

She stared at Yang and spoke slowly:

"Mother, my grandfather's family has suddenly met with misfortune. I know you are heartbroken and grief-stricken. I am desperate to find a way to vent and relieve the depression in your heart.

There are only three people close to you: me, A'mo and He Zhan.

In order to maintain the harmony between us as a young couple, and out of respect for me, you can restrain yourself and not vent your anger on me even at this moment.

As for A'mo, he luckily escaped from the jaws of death, and he is the person closest to you in this world besides He Zhan. You love and care for him so much that how could you be willing to say a harsh word to him?

As for He Zhan, he is your biological son. You understand his character better than anyone else. You know that he is patient and filial. Even if you beat and scold him, he will endure it without saying a word.

So your way of venting your emotions is to torture your own son He Zhan.

You love me, your daughter-in-law, so your love for He Zhan will only be more, not less. You are a loving mother. Logically, even if you are in great sorrow, you would not be willing to torture your own son to vent your anger.

But you happened to catch He Zhan in the wrong place. Xin Sang had just brutally murdered his grandfather's family, and He Zhan was assigned by his superiors to cooperate with Xin Sang. You pushed him to the opposite side in the name of being an unfilial son, even to the point where you would instantly become furious just by looking at him.

But what was He Zhan's fault? He was a famous soldier, and his first duty was to obey. He had to accept the mission assigned by Qian Hu. Besides, he didn't know the origin of your relationship with the Uro family.

I don't need to explain this to you, you know it clearly.

The reason why you keep holding on to this point is simply that you are unable to face your own cowardice.

You regret that you were young and impetuous and cut off all ties with your mother's family.

You regretted that you never gave up your pride all these years, fearing that your parents would find out that your husband died early and you had to raise a young child alone, and they would blame you even more for leaving home. That's why you never took the initiative to give in and go back to your parents' home to take a look.

What makes you regret even more is that you have said goodbye to your parents forever without ever seeing them. Even if you have thousands of things to say in your heart, you have nowhere to express them.

So you vented all this regret on He Zhan!

But wasn't it all your choice? You gave up your family for a man and for your self-esteem, and now you regret it for the rest of your life, but regrets can never be made up.

The dead are gone, and the living are like this. Even if it is your own son, if he is tortured for too long, he will gradually become cold-hearted. Do you still want this irreparable regret to happen a second time?"

After he finished speaking, the air around him became stagnant again.

He Zhan stood outside the door and listened to the entire thing. He could no longer describe in words the shock Song Huiling brought to him. He could only faintly hear the sound of his chest beating.

Song Huiling spoke slowly and leisurely, her voice soft yet powerful, with a kind of alluring power that could attract people's attention.

After a long time, Yang seemed to let down her guard, drooped her shoulders, and covered her face with tears.

At this time, Song Huiling walked out of the house, dragged He Zhan in, pushed him to the bedside and stood in front of Yang.

He Zhan hung his hands, pursed his lips, and looked a little at a loss.

Song Huiling raised her hands and urged silently with her mouth: Hug her! Hurry up and hug your mother to comfort her!

But He Zhan remained unmoved, as if he had not completely let go of his pride.

Song Huiling frowned, grabbed He Zhan's hand and put it around Yang.

He Zhan felt very awkward. There seemed to have always been something between him and his mother. The relationship between mother and son seemed to be maintained by blood ties, and they had never opened their hearts to each other.

He Zhan's hand was held by Song Huiling and forced against Yang's back. His palm rose and fell slightly as Yang's body cried. He suddenly felt his heart tighten.

He patted Yang again and again with clumsy movements, his throat was sour and he choked up when he spoke: "Mother, don't be sad, your son will definitely avenge your grandfather's family for you!"

Yang was originally crying silently, but after He Zhan said this, she could no longer hold back and hugged He Zhan and cried loudly: "My son, I am so sorry for you!"

It was a rare warm moment between mother and son. Song Huiling prepared to quietly leave the house to leave all the time and space for the mother and son.

When she left, she winked at A'mo, and found that he was still standing there with tears streaming down his cheeks. She simply reached out and dragged him away.

After leaving the house, A'mo slowly squatted down along the corner of the wall, hugged his legs with his hands, buried his head in his knees, and sobbed softly.

Song Huiling half squatted down, reached out and gently touched Ah-Mo's head, and said in a gentle voice: "Ah-Mo, you are no longer a homeless child. From now on, we are all your family. Your father and mother will also be watching over you and blessing you in heaven. The bad guys will definitely be punished!"

Suddenly, Song Huiling took a breath and retracted his hand. A'mo slowly looked up.

Song Huiling shook his hands and smiled awkwardly: "Amo, you should grow your hair longer. A buzz cut is too irritating."

A'mo's expression froze.

The tears were swallowed back instantly...