Rebirth in 1986: Unforgettable Regrets

"Is that so?" Lian He put away the passbook and said, "Yazhi, whether you accept it or not, Xiao Yue is my daughter. I hope, even if you can't come to like her, please do not hurt her."

Lian He spoke gravely, the warning in his words very clear.

Xiang Yazhi's tears fell even more violently, her makeup-streaked face washed away by the tears, presenting an indescribable sight.

Yet, Xiang Yazhi had no self-awareness. She wiped away a tear, her eyes blurry with tears, and looked at Lian He, "We've been married for so many years, don't you trust my character?"

Lian He remained silent, not saying a word.

Xiang Yazhi followed Lian He back to their hotel, crying and explaining all the way. Lian He's head was in a mess, finding Xiang Yazhi too noisy, so he brought her before Lian Qingyang.

"Qingyang, what are you doing here?" Xiang Yazhi was shocked to see Lian Qingyang, who was in the room, holding a computer and playing games.

"Mom, why are you here?" Lian Qingyang pursed his lips, looking at Xiang Yazhi's tear-streaked face, he threw a towel from the side, "You better wipe it off."

After saying that, Lian Qingyang immersed himself back into his game.

Xiang Yazhi, moved, said: "My son is still good to me."

Lian Qingyang kept his head down and continued gaming.

Xiang Yazhi took the towel and wiped her face, but then she smelled something odd.

"Qingyang, why does this towel smell like this?" Xiang Yazhi said disdainfully.

Lian Qingyang subconsciously looked up, glanced at the white towel, and then at the grey towel on the sofa, instantly realizing his mistake. He cleared his throat, stood up awkwardly, and said, "I used this towel to wipe my feet yesterday, but my feet don't stink, where did the smell come from?"

As he spoke, he even put the towel to his nose to smell.

"Lian, Qing, Yang." Xiang Yazhi threw the towel at Lian Qingyang and went to wash her face in the bathroom.

"It's not like I did it on purpose." Lian Qingyang muttered as he tossed the towel to the side, thinking all towels were clean, who remembers which one he used to wipe his feet yesterday.

"Qingyang, I have something else to do, I'm leaving first." Lian He said and then left. He wanted to be alone for a while, not wanting to see Xiang Yazhi anymore.

After a long while, Xiang Yazhi came out of the bathroom, looked around, and did not see Lian He. She immediately thought of looking for him, but then she hesitated and stopped.

Her gaze landed on Lian Qingyang in the hall, who was still immersed in his game.

She, Zhang Hualian's daughter, definitely can't compare to her son.

"Qingyang." Xiang Yazhi sat down next to Lian Qingyang, her voice deliberately softened.

Lian Qingyang felt a shock in his heart, goosebumps nearly forming; he shifted his body to the side and said, "Mom, can you not talk to me like this? If you have something to say, just say it directly, okay?"

Every time Xiang Yazhi spoke like this, it was never a good thing.

"Qingyang, I..." Xiang Yazhi started, squeezing out two tears, and told him about the day's events. She said sadly, "Son, in the future, your mom will have nothing left but you. Son, you will protect me, right?"

"Your father also can't tell right from wrong. I'm doing this for his own good. After so many years, who knows if Tang Yue is really his child?"

"Besides, that girl, she slapped your mom three times, look..." Xiang Yazhi pitifully brought her face closer for Lian Qingyang to see, and said, "Look, your mom's face is all swollen."

"Mom, I'll cook an egg for you." Lian Qingyang stood up and then suddenly realized that this wasn't home where he could just cook an egg, so he asked the waiter to bring some cooked eggs over.

Seeing Lian Qingyang bustling about, carefully peeling the eggs to apply on her face, Xiang Yazhi's anger gradually subsided with her son's soothing.

"Qingyang, that girl, she's born from that vixen. Tell me, your mom was hit like this, your dad doesn't care at all, do you think mom is wronged?" Xiang Yazhi looked at Lian Qingyang with expectant eyes.

"Mom, Sister Xiao Yue..." Lian Qingyang just started speaking when Xiang Yazhi interrupted him, giving him a knock on the head, saying, "Lian Qingyang, whose son are you even?"

"I'm your son, isn't that obvious?" Lian Qingyang rubbed his sore head and said, "Mom, Tang Yue is dad's daughter, and naturally she is my sister too. What's wrong with calling her Sister Xiao Yue? Besides, mom, you really went too far today. Doubting Aunt Tang's integrity like that, it's no wonder Sister Xiao Yue hit you."

"Er..." Lian Qingyang paused as he met Xiang Yazhi's glaring eyes, he added, "Mom, if someone questioned your integrity and spoke ill of you, I would definitely fight them too."

"You and your father are both bewitched by those two vixens, big and small." Xiang Yazhi angrily stood up, she threw the egg aside, no longer bothering to apply it on her face, she was nearly furious to death.

Xiang Yazhi paced back and forth in the room, after a long while, she said, "Lian Qingyang, I'm telling you, you're not allowed to associate with that little vixen."

"Mom, it's no wonder dad doesn't want to come home with that talk." Lian Qingyang retorted, "Xiao Yue is my sister, what 'little vixen'? We even attended the same university, Jinghua University."

"What?" Xiang Yazhi asked in shock, "She is a student at Jinghua University?"

"Yes, her grades are much better than mine, she's even the top scholar of Jiang Province, her academic performance is outstanding." Lian Qingyang highly praised Tang Yue.

Xiang Yazhi: "..."

Is this even the son I gave birth to?

How could that despicable woman's daughter score top in the province?

An hour later, tired of Xiang Yazhi's incessant nagging, Lian Qingyang ran out. Unable to focus on his games, he started thinking about how to seek Sister Xiao Yue's forgiveness—he was unaware of the whole situation.

Wandering around, Lian Qingyang stumbled upon the Gold Store. His eyes lit up; gold jewelry, girls probably like it.

So, Lian Qingyang bought a cute golden dog. He is born in the year of the Pig, while Sister Xiao Yue is born in the year of the Dog.

The gold-made little dog looked particularly honest and cute. Delighted, Lian Qingyang bought it and then early next morning went to the Tang Family.

"What are you doing here?" Tang Jun now had a very bad impression of the Lian Family, wary that Lian Qingyang would compete with him for his sister.

"Xiao Jun, I'm here for Sister Xiao Yue." Lian Qingyang grinned, leaning forward, wanting to step inside.

Tang Jun stopped him saying, "Who's your Sister Xiao Yue? Stop calling her that. My sister said she won't meet you."

"On the basis of blood and age, Xiao Yue is my sister," Lian Qingyang boastfully said, "Sister Xiao Yue."

Unable to enter, he just shouted; after all, the place wasn't that big, his shouting surely would be heard by Sister Xiao Yue.