Reborn as a Rich Woman in the Eighties
Chapter 429 - 428: I Don’t Want My Son to Hate Me

Chapter 429: Chapter 428: I Don’t Want My Son to Hate Me

Lu Pengcheng had drunk a lot of alcohol, more than he had ever drunk in most of his life.

Perhaps only alcohol could numb his brain enough to stop him from thinking about how his mother, clearly pointing at him and cursing, had collapsed in front of him without even completing the word "unfilial".

He had lived for so many years, the one time he rebeled, the one time he wanted to be selfish, he had caused irrevocable consequences.

Not only did his family blame him, he also blamed himself!

Why did he have to get a divorce? Why was he so obsessed with arguing endlessly with his mother!

Lu Pengcheng vaguely heard voices coming from downstairs and squinted toward the direction of the door, his eyes bleary.

Soon after, a woman came in through the door, her figure well-proportioned and her face indistinct.

Lu Pengcheng tried to close and open his eyes, attempting to discern who it was, but felt so dizzy and nauseous that he wanted to vomit.

The moment Shao Meirou walked upstairs, she smelled the overpowering scent of alcohol. She hurried into the bedroom and, as expected, saw Lu Pengcheng drinking.

She frowned slightly, finding his behavior curious—why not drink comfortably downstairs? Why hide in the bedroom, sitting on the floor to drink!

On the floor, there were two empty bottles and he had another by his side; it looked like he had drunk more than a liter of liquor?

"Old Lu! What are you doing? Do you want to die?"

Shao Meirou scolded him, then shouted downstairs for Lu Zheng.

"Xiaozheng! Hurry up and come here! Your dad has drunk too much!"

This was the first time Lu Zheng had seen his father drink so much!

He helped Shao Meirou try to get Lu Pengcheng onto the bed.

As they moved him, Lu Pengcheng felt even more dizzy, the room spinning wildly, and he suddenly vomited, spewing everything onto the floor beside the bed.

Lu Zheng frowned, hurrying to find something to clean up the mess!

Shao Meirou covered her nose and mouth with her hand, but as she saw Lu Pengcheng straining in discomfort, a wave of sympathy washed over her.

At that moment, aside from caring about anything else, she gently patted his back, wanting to help him vomit more easily.

After he had finished and tried to wipe his mouth with his own hand, she quickly said, "Wait a moment!" She hurriedly grabbed a cloth to wipe his mouth for him.

After a round of cleaning and airing out the room, Shao Meirou, seeing her son exhausted by the ordeal, urged him to rest. Only Shao Meirou and Lu Pengcheng were left in the room.

Shao Meirou looked at Lu Pengcheng, who was lying flat on the bed, and sighed helplessly.

She understood why Lu Pengcheng was like this, wasn’t it all because his mother-in-law fell ill due to anger and he turned to alcohol to drown his sorrows?

But what good would drinking himself to death do after the fact had occurred?

Shao Meirou stopped attending to Lu Pengcheng and got up to wash up.

After all the events of the day, she also needed to lie down and figure out what she should do next regarding her son and Lin Xia.

When Shao Meirou returned to bed, Lu Pengcheng suddenly muttered, "Water! Water!"

She picked up the cup of water from the bedside and fed him.

Lu Pengcheng, half sitting up with his eyes still closed, drank the water and then continued to lie down and fell asleep.

Shao Meirou did not turn off the light; instead, she silently stared at the sleeping Lu Pengcheng under the light, her gaze lingering for a long time.

When he was young, he was very handsome; even now, as he has aged, though wrinkles mark his face, she still sees him as having a charm.

She had fallen for him the moment she first laid eyes on him!

Yet, marriage hadn’t been the romantic dream she envisioned, but rather a cold, respectful coexistence.

After she became pregnant with Lu Zheng, even when he returned from work, they barely spent time together.

She had wasted half of her life on him, dedicating her best decades to him, only for him to firmly demand a divorce at this age, insisting on it...

The silence around her was profound, and before she knew it, it was late into the night.

"Pengcheng!" Suddenly, Shao Meirou, who had been quiet, called his name. Lu Pengcheng did not react and was sound asleep, lost in oblivion.

"Pengcheng! We never really talk! Since you’re drunk today, let’s chat like Meifang and her husband do!"

Shao Meirou whispered softly, as if she was speaking to Lu Pengcheng, yet it seemed like she was talking to herself.

"Lin Xia broke up with my son, returning everything I and my father had given her.

I feared my son was deceiving me, so I secretly asked Lu Qing to find out, and it turned out they really had broken up!

I was initially delighted thinking I finally got my wish!

How could my son possibly end up with a girl from such a humble background!

Yet, my father said what I did with your mother years ago wasn’t much different!

At first, I thought I hadn’t done anything too extreme...

Just now, as I was washing my face, I thought, if they really break up and stop communicating, wouldn’t it be just like you back then with that woman?

My son would also keep thinking about Lin Xia for life, wouldn’t he? It’s not necessarily that great; it’s just that the unattainable always seems the best!

If Xiaozheng must marry one day for the sake of his elders, wouldn’t that girl who marries him suffer the same fate as me?

She might... Like me, loving you and wanting your love, yet always hopelessly longing!

Even though we were husband and wife, you never loved or cared for me; I was unhappy, and actually, you were unhappy too, right?

If Xiaozheng takes this step, he won’t be happy either... He will hate me... think I ruined his love..."

At the end of her speech, Shao Meirou suddenly laughed, her laugh tinged with tears. Perhaps her elderly father was right, "Alright! I won’t oppose their relationship anymore! I don’t want to be unhappy and make my son unhappy!

You never belonged to me, and who knows when you’ll go find that woman, so all I have left in this life is my son! I don’t want my son to hate me, to end up lonely in old age...

Actually last night, seeing your mother like that in the hospital bed really struck me... It made me think, if I were paralyzed, having no daughter and only Xiaozheng, he couldn’t care for me incessantly like Shuhui could...

I actually regret it; I shouldn’t have chosen you... Maybe if I had chosen someone else, had four or five children, a family with both sons and daughters, how wonderful that would be... But I just had to... Now in my fifties, it’s too late for anything!"

Sorrowfully, she covered her mouth and cried silently into the night.

Lu Pengcheng, who was supposed to be asleep, suddenly sat up, startling Shao Meirou. She let go of her cover, tears still on her face, unsure how much he had heard.

Lu Pengcheng fiercely wiped his face, trying to mask his discomposure, "Sorry! Meirou! I’m sorry for what I’ve done to you! Sorry to my mom!"

He had heard a voice continuously talking at his ear in his sleep, initially thinking he was dreaming. When he woke up, however, he heard every word she had said.

He felt his hopeless longing was causing him distress, but wasn’t Shao Meirou even more innocent throughout these years?

Now that his mother was in such a state, he didn’t want anyone else to pay the price for his selfishness...