Chapter 4, she is still a filial child

Jiang Li: Is it inconvenient to answer the phone

My mother scrutinized Jiang Li's handsome face once more and muttered to herself, "He isn't a fraud, is he?"

I feel that I have been creating opportunities for the box while looking down on myself. Sure enough, at that moment, the box glanced at me and disdainfully said: "All like you? Acting recklessly without a care."

I: "Well, ahem, hehehe..."

How wonderful, the box must be her biological daughter

So I hesitated and shyly sent him a text message: Just tell your parents that I insist on going, and you are doing everything to stop me from going

Then, my mother asked: "How tall is he? What does he do for a living? What kind of car does he drive? Does he own a house?"

My mother nodded in agreement, saying, "That's true. But with his good conditions, why would he be interested in you?"

My mother took the marriage certificate, flipping through it while complaining: "You child, how could you casually take someone else's marriage certificate... If only you had one of your own..." The words trailed off abruptly at this point

I threw my phone onto the sofa, rummaged through the cabinet to find a key, and went to look for the box. This person, the box's owner, is particularly anxious about potential crises; she is always afraid that she might suddenly suffer from some acute illness. Since she lives alone, she worries about what would happen if she were to die at home without anyone knowing. Therefore, she left a key at my place, asking me to check on her whenever I have the chance, to see if she is still alive.

After a while, Jiang Li's text message came back: You are truly exceptional

Your, darling, son-in-law

I picked up the marriage certificate, leaned in to point at the photo on it, and flattered as much as I could: "Mom, look, this is your daughter, and this is your son-in-law. Haven't you always wanted to marry me off?"

I buried my head low, not daring to look at her

Mother, look, feelings can actually be cultivated. There aren't many eligible bachelors like him on the streets. It's not easy to catch one, so shouldn't we act quickly to secure our chance? Are we really going to wait for other monsters and demons to snatch him away, leaving us with nothing at all?

The elderly lady's nerves are no less than those of the young, yet they are ultimately a bit more fragile and sluggish. When I raised my head, I saw her trembling while holding that large red book, as if every cell in her body was shivering.

My mother finally reacted, lifted the big red book and slammed it on my head, and shouted fiercely: "I am not your mother!"

It is almost twelve o'clock now, and I think my mother should be back. I am quite a failure, an old maid approaching thirty, still relying on my mother for support. It's not that I am lazy, but rather that the meals I prepare do not meet my mother's standards, and certainly cannot satisfy her palate. In fact, I have always believed that my cooking is not that bad; at least I think it is quite good, but my mother has a discerning taste.

The head of Box's department is her boyfriend. Unless she offends the superior of the department head, the likelihood of her being fired is still very close to zero. However, you need not overthink it; Box is not the type to be taken advantage of. She first caught that man and only then did he become the head of the department. Of course, Box does not act arrogantly or take advantage of her position in the company; she is quite compliant and only occasionally makes minor mistakes that can be forgiven

At last, I have finally mastered the invincible sleep technique, and amidst my mother's swaying, I surprisingly fell asleep in a daze. I thought to myself, if an earthquake were to occur at that moment, I would surely be the one buried. Later, my mother said, with me around, how could I let my daughter be buried? Upon hearing this, I was immediately moved, and all my grievances against her vanished. You see, this is how my mother is; she always makes it impossible for me to fully love or hate her. Upon hearing this, I was immediately moved, and all my grievances against her vanished. You see, this is how my mother is; she always makes it impossible for me to fully love or hate her.

After all, she is my biological mother, so I dutifully took her hand and, with some concern, said: "Mom, you can't be this happy, can you?"

This young man is quite filial, rushing to bring his wife to meet his mother. I wonder if his mother would slap him or me if she knew that this wife is merely a nominal one.

My mother swatted my hand away, and tears immediately streamed down her face. ... I stood by, utterly amazed, watching her tears flow so freely, how could they come and go with such ease?

The box glared at me and said sternly, "He dares!"

I stared at my mother and said very seriously, "Mom, the box is actually your biological daughter, isn't it?" The questions asked are almost all the same

I chuckle foolishly. I remember that during middle school, both my political science teacher and my Chinese teacher liked to repeat the phrase "seize the opportunity and embrace the challenge." Now, whenever I see an opportunity, I seize it, and I don't even have to embrace any challenges; what a perfect ending this is. Of course, later I realized I was actually mistaken; the idea of "not having to embrace challenges" is nonsense. Jiang Li himself is a challenge!

Jiang Li: My parents' flight arrives in City B at 11 o'clock this morning. Can you come over?

The phone displayed several missed calls, and upon checking, I found that they were all from Jiang Li. From six o'clock this morning until after nine, I couldn't understand what urgent matter he had. I checked the text messages again, and only then did I understand.

I : `` ... ... ''

one second, two seconds ... ...

My mother said softly, "I never expected you to be so enlightened."

I suppressed the urge to explode and tugged at my mother's sleeve, acting cute: "Mom, don't worry, even if it's a deception, it's me deceiving him." One glance at my appearance made it clear, I wiped my sweat

My mother directly ignored my speechlessness and then muttered to herself: "But how could my precious son-in-law be described as a pot of rib soup by you?"

I have nothing to say, so I asked: "So when are you getting married?"

No, the old lady's voice was quite vague, "I just feel that the development of this matter is so abrupt, isn't it?"

At that moment, my mother clutched my sleeve, wiping her tears, and choked out: "But you can't just take the certificate without even saying a word to me, can you? Am I no longer your mother..."

I rested my chin on my hand and asked with some concern, "Box, won't you get fired for treating your job this way?"

I glanced at the clock; it is already 10:30. There is no way I can make it to the airport now, unless I were Superman or Doraemon. Unfortunately, I am neither. I pulled out Jiang Li's number, wanting to give him a call, but I felt a bit embarrassed. How should I say it over the phone? Should I just tell him that I overslept? If he obediently reports this truthfully to his mother, then this daughter-in-law would be disliked by her mother-in-law even before they meet, which would be quite unfortunate. I do not care whether Jiang Li dislikes me, but I know that if his mother dislikes me, my life will likely not be easy. If he obediently reports this truthfully to his mother, then this daughter-in-law would be disliked by her mother-in-law even before they meet, which would be quite unfortunate. I do not care whether Jiang Li dislikes me, but I know that if his mother dislikes me, my life will likely not be easy.

Because of a small wedding certificate's sting, my mother couldn't sleep tonight. The consequence of her insomnia is that her daughter is tossed around like a pancake, unable to fall asleep. This old lady keeps asking about Jiang Li's situation, repeating each question at least ten times. I am thoroughly annoyed, especially since I have only met him twice; how could I possibly know so much about him... In a fit of anger, I really wanted to grab my blanket and go back to my own room to sleep, but... I didn't dare to, as I mentioned earlier, I am too scared to sleep alone! This is really too much!

Because I share a room with my mother and worry that the old lady's health might not withstand it, I usually just silence my phone at night and leave it in the living room. After all, there is no one with any important matters at such a late hour; those who do have important matters can go to hell.

I played with my mother's hand and asked, "What is it now? I have chosen such a good son-in-law for you, and you are still not satisfied?"

Due to the commotion caused by an elderly lady, I did not wake up until 10:00 AM. Upon waking, I saw a note left by my mother, stating that she had gone out for morning exercise and would return later. I do not understand what kind of morning exercise would take an entire morning to complete, it is quite baffling

I gently patted her back and comforted her, saying: "Isn't it that I want to give you a surprise, huh?"

My mother's ability to accept and adapt is considered outstanding among her peers of the same generation. At this moment, she wiped away her tears, took back my marriage certificate, and scrutinized the photo of Jiang Li.

I rummaged through some food in the kitchen, and that old lady still had a semblance of conscience, leaving me some breakfast. I had no appetite and only managed to eat a couple of bites before heading to the living room to pick up my phone and browse.

The box glanced at me and weakly said, "I feel unwell all over, you must take care of me"

My mother was clearly distracted and did not hear my very constructive suggestion. She was stroking my marriage certificate, her tone ethereal: "My child, I still feel that I cannot accept it"

My mother has been unresponsive for a long time, so I had no choice but to look up at her to see if someone had pressed her acupoints, as there was not a single sound coming from her.

... ...

I: "Mom, shall we go for a paternity test?"

I leaned over, pulled back her blanket, and said with a smile, "You rascal, haven't I come?"

I had no choice but to reintroduce my mother to what I had discussed with the box during the day

In the box, I engaged in some idle chatter, which delighted her greatly, to the point that she went back to sleep without even having lunch. She had drunk too much yesterday, and today she should get some good rest. I did not disturb her any further and quietly left her home, entering my own.

I wanted to respond with "too flattering" or "just average," but considering that I am quite reserved, I chose not to engage further with him

My mother slapped my head and impatiently said, "What nonsense are you talking? Quickly answer my question!"

Yesterday, Hezi drank far too much (of course, I also drank a lot, but I can hold my liquor, ha ha ha). I believe she definitely won't be able to go to work today, so I took the keys and sneaked into her house. When I entered, Hezi was lying on the bed, groaning: "You little rascal, you didn't even say you would come to see me!"

I poured her a cup of hot water, then ran back home to bring the plate of breakfast that had been previously enjoyed by both my mother and me. After heating it up, I placed it in front of her. She gave my performance a passing grade, and only then did she start to enjoy her breakfast.