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Chapter 377: Pain, Derived from Greed

Chapter 377: Chapter 377: Pain, Derived from Greed

She had no clue that the reason Yan Bo used to be silent was due to a lack of emotional investment.

Now, he had the requisite emotional involvement, and when such words were needed, he said them without a second thought — because these words were straight from his heart.

No exaggeration needed, and no embellishment whatsoever.

"The son and his mom, I’ll raise both of you!"

Yan Bo said softly, as if making a promise, as if pleading.

Finally, Zhu Qianying pulled her hand away, gingerly massaging her slightly sore skin from the tugging, murmuring under her breath, "Who needs you to support us?!"

Yan Bo didn’t make a sound, just kept staring at her with his deep, expressive eyes, making her increasingly uncomfortable. She fanned her flushed face desperately, turning her gaze out the window.

She didn’t have sensory impairment, therefore, she could clearly feel that he was being nicer to her. However, in her view, this kindness was temporary.

The drama of that night often reminded her. Based on his prior treatment of Yi Wei, who knew if his current kindness towards her was not the same as toward Yi Wei. Kind when he wanted to be, affording you everything your heart desired, and cruel otherwise, treating you like a piece of trash without sparing you a glance.

Zhu Qianying didn’t know if her thoughts were pessimistic or if she simply didn’t want to nurse any hopes towards him. Therefore, she instinctively kept his kindness at bay.

People’s misery often stems from their desires.

Yearning for more wealth, yearning for more love.

However, the immense disparity between ideal and reality only leads to suffering!

For the past five years, she’d been living with her son and her mother, doing work she loved, and leading a life she wanted. Though not rich, it was enough to satisfy her, her son, and her mother’s basic needs. They didn’t need the wealth of the Yan family to add a feather to their cap.

As for affection, she had close friends and allies who respected and admired her, a boss and friend who had a high regard for her talent, and a son and a mother who loved her dearly. They didn’t need the torment and heartache brought about by love.

"Yeah, who needs you to provide for us? Our son was breastfed by me, so he has nothing to do with you!"

The little guy, having a sense of conscience, was helping out. He was acting high-minded earlier, claiming that he "saw nothing". But now, seeing his mother in an embarrassing situation, he hastened to come to her aid.

Zhu Qianying instinctively embraced her son who had thrown himself onto her back. She patted his bottom and gave Yan Bo a sidelong glance, smiling.

"Look how determined my son is!" Now that she had her son’s support, her spirits were lifted.

Yan Bo smiled, but did not argue. Instead, he patted the buttocks of the little guy facing him and changed the topic.

What were his, he could give to her entirely. But if she didn’t need it, his "giving" would constitute a burden to her.

So now, what he needed to do was to show her through his actions that everything he had, whether emotionally or otherwise, belonged to her — both ownership and usage.

If she wanted it, she could just take it. If she did not want it, she could just leave it as it is. He would not force her or impose on her.

It was then that he understood, real affection, when intense, becomes more indifferent and mundane.

It didn’t require flashy displays, it was like a bottle of water at hand, crystal clear and lithe. When needed, it could be easily taken and drunk from to fulfil a physical necessity.

...

On Sunday, the 40th wedding anniversary party of Yan Bo’s couple took place at the Yan Family home as scheduled.

As the wife of the Young Master, Zhu Qianying played the role of the hostess. After welcoming a large number of guests, she was a bit tired. While the stars of the day were giving their speeches on the stage, she was standing aside, sipping wine from her glass.

From her standpoint, she could clearly see the couple on the stage, arm in arm.

Even though they were already in their seventies, their postures were as upright as a pine tree, showing no signs of old age. They exuded wisdom and composure, which could only be achieved with the tempering of time.

Like a vintage wine that has been carefully preserved for many years, once the lid is opened, only the clear wine and the fine aroma is noticed. It was worth savouring and appreciating.

Today, Yan Bo wore a simple black tuxedo, a white shirt and a black tie. Although his hair was grey, his face always wore a light smile. He looked like a middle-aged uncle in his fifties, and time left more composure on him.

Tong Xiaohua, or the old Madame Yan, wore a bright red mermaid evening dress today. Despite its deep V design typically suited for younger women, it perfectly fit her. Her hair was naturally silver-white, styled into large waves, casually spread over her semi-exposed shoulders.

The sight of this elderly couple standing arm in arm on the stage was in no way inferior to the elegantly dressed young men and women below the stage.

If Yan Bo was compared to a mouthwatering wine, Tong Xiaohua would be a bright red rose. When put together, they formed a perfect, comfortable harmony.

"In short, I am thankful to Xiaohua for being by my side for more than fifty years, and for giving birth to such a formidable and handsome son for me. It is because of this son, we have our adorable and clever grandson..."

As Yan Bo reached this part of his speech, he gestured towards the little boy below the stage who was wearing the same style suit, and the same type of tie. The little one was originally chattering and eating cake with the twins from the Ji family. Seeing his grandfather wave at him, he handed his plate to Sister Guoguo and trotted on stage. Instead of coming up the stairs, he used his hands to boost himself onto the stage.

The wee lad dashed to the old couple, made a deep 90-degree bow, and congratulated, "Happy anniversary, Grandpa and Grandma!" Then, standing on tiptoe, he leaned into the bent elders and made a resounding smooch on each of their faces.

The elders brought him to the center, supporting his shoulders from left and right.

"This is our grandson, Yan Xu, who recently returned from abroad. In the future, please take care of him!"

As such Yan Xu, the little guy, officially got introduced as the future heir of Yan and Tong Family.

"Our son is quite handsome!"

Zhu Qianying, who was engrossed in observing the stage, was startled by the soft whisper in her ear. However, she didn’t turn back or respond in any way to the person behind her.

But the man behind her didn’t seem to mind her indifference at all. One hand rested on her waist while the other took the glass from her.

"Don’t drink anymore!"

Recalling the events of New Year’s Eve, Zhu Qianying remained silent, allowing him to place her glass on a dining table nearby.