Old Mrs. Jia, "..."
Her son was born to be her nemesis. When he was up to no good, he would infuriate her to near death. Now that he’s on the right path, he still manages to anger her to death.
Rather than being angered to death by him, she might as well beat him to death first.
Old Mrs. Jia looked around and picked up a broom to strike.
Jia Liang leaped far away in a split second, "Mom, can’t you just talk? Why do you always have to resort to hitting?"
He wasn’t afraid of a slap to the face, but a whack with a broomstick was a dark shadow from his childhood. It really hurt when hit with one.
Old Mrs. Jia raised the broomstick and pointed it at him, "Come here, come over so I can beat you to death."
Jia Liang stepped back again, "I’m not coming. If you kill me now, I’m sure to meet dad down there, and he’s definitely going to give me another beating."
"So, if I don’t beat you to death, you want me to just give you a beating?"
"Mom, I’m already 30 years old, you can’t just hit or scold me whenever you want. How am I supposed to get a wife?"
It must be said that Jia Liang knew how to handle his mother; mentioning finding a wife would make Old Mrs. Jia lower her battle flag.
A moment later, Old Mrs. Jia sighed, "Go on, tell me what happened now. You say it’s to let me enjoy life, but I’m not so blessed. Did you go out and owe someone money again?"
Jia Liang also fell silent.
His dad died early, and it wasn’t easy for his mom to raise him alone. In the years he wasn’t behaving, his mother had worried a lot for him.
They say a man matures after 30. Jia Liang didn’t know if he was mature, but only after dealing with Lin Chuxia did he realize how scummy his past actions were, causing his mother so much worry.
Yet even then, he had never thought about selling the house.
Now, he earnestly wanted to make up for the guilt he felt towards his mother, to give her a comfortable life, but he had to sell the house.
Seeing that he wasn’t speaking, Old Mrs. Jia knew that he really was in trouble.
"Is it for those so-called friends of yours again? Liangzi, Liangzi, I thought you had learned your lesson now that you have a proper job, but I didn’t expect you to..."
Seeing Old Mrs. Jia so anxious she was on the brink of tears, Jia Liang hurriedly said, "It’s not the same as before," but it wasn’t true that it had nothing to do with those friends.
Wasn’t Tian Jinzhu one of those old friends?
Jia Liang knelt down with a thud, and with difficulty spoke up, "Mom, it’s indeed my fault this time. I really had no other choice. I just want to make up for my mistakes. Mom, don’t worry, I will definitely work hard in the future, earn more money, and buy you a bigger house."
Old Mrs. Jia had only this one son, and the two of them depended on each other. Even though Jia Liang had done many scummy things in the past, she had never really resented her son.
Only blaming her own bad fortune, that Jia Liang lost his father’s guidance at a young age and that she was helpless, which led her child to take the wrong path.
Now, seeing her son kneeling before her begging, her heart was breaking.
She quickly pulled her son to his feet, "How much money do you owe? Your mother has saved all the wages you earned before, just wait, I’ll go get it for you."
"Mom," Jia Liang held Old Mrs. Jia back, "Don’t get it, it’s not enough."
If it had been enough, even if it was a few hundred short, he would have tried to find a way.
Old Mrs. Jia also fell silent looking at her son.
After a while, she spoke, "Liangzi, tell me, how exactly did you get into debt? Even if selling the house means I’ll get a scolding from your dad down there, at least let me be an informed ghost."
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After explaining everything to his mom, Jia Liang went to the kitchen to deal with the dough. The house needed to be sold, but meals still had to be eaten.
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