it, gritted my teeth and hung up the phone.

 

I asked Aunt Jiu to fire the servant.

 

Aunt Jiu was astonished and asked me if the other party did something wrong.

 

“I don’t think she’s suitable to stay here.”

 

I didn’t say anything else, just gave her a reason that wasn’t a reason.

 

Aunt Jiu choked and nodded at me helplessly: “I see.”

 

She was neat and tidy.
After I said it was done, she went to do it immediately, and the servant went down the mountain at noon.

 

Song Mo sneezed several times during lunch, and coughed a little.
It must be a cold.
I asked Aunt Jiu to closely monitor his temperature, and if he had a fever, he would go to the doctor.

 

After dinner in the evening, I went upstairs to take a shower.
When I came out again, Aunt Jiu told me that Song Bai Lao was back.

 

Song Bai Lao won’t be home until 9 o’clock in the evening these days.
As soon as he entered the door, he went straight to the study, looking very busy.
He came back at seven o’clock today, which is rare.

 

“Where’s Momo?” After looking around, I couldn’t find Song Mo.
I thought Aunt Jiu had coaxed him to sleep early because he was not in good health today, but Aunt Jiu quietly pointed to the location of the study and said that Song Bai Lao would take Song Mo as soon as he came back.
Pulled into the study, to test his homework.

 

“Test his homework?”

 

I thought Song Bai Lao could at most test addition and subtraction within 100, memorize the alphabet, play a simple piano piece, etc.
But Aunt Jiu shook her head and whispered, “Mr.
is very demanding of the young master.
If the young master can’t answer the questions he asked, he will be punished by standing in the corner.”

 

I was a little worried when I heard it.
Originally, he was in a bad state.
Song Bai Lao had a quick temper and a stinky face.
I didn’t know if something would happen.

 

Just thinking about this, a loud cry broke out in the study, and it was Song Mo’s.

 

I was in a hurry, so I hurried upstairs in three and two steps, and knocked on the study door.

 

After a while, Song Bai Lao came over to open the door, revealing half of his body and blocking the door, so that I couldn’t see what was inside.

 

“What’s the matter?”

 

Without the barrier, Song Mo’s cry became clearer, but it was no longer loud, just sobbing.
Very sad, and very pitiful.

 

My heart was pulled up by his crying: “Don’t take the test today, let Momo rest.”

 

I pushed his chest, trying to tell him to move away, but he didn’t move.

 

“Are you taking care too much?” He grabbed my wrist and let go.

 

I looked him straight in the eyes and didn’t give in: “He’s not feeling well today.”

 

Song Bai Lao didn’t give in at all: “He wasn’t born for comfort and pleasure.”

 

What he said was very unreasonable.

 

“No one is born to endure hardship.
Strictness is good, but you are too strict with him.
He is your son, not your employee.”

 

A sneer sneered at the corner of his lips: “What the hell are you? In what capacity are you teaching me? He was not born by you, what kind of love are you pretending to be? I told you, don’t do superfluous things.”

 

It started again.
What he wants to reveal every once in a while is his malice towards me.

 

It’s almost like there is a cycle that is invisible and incomprehensible but does exist, or a certain “thunder point”.
I stepped on it on this “special day”, and I need to be prepared to be blown to pieces.

 

Whether I can get along well depends not only on his mood, but also on whether I am sensible enough.
If I follow him and just be a submissive marriage partner, he can still talk to me calmly.
But whenever I showed a little bit of disobedience, he would rage and show offended displeasure.

 

In general, I don’t have the right to say “no” to him.

 

He’s completely dictatorial, he’s aloof, and I can only obey him, cling to him, just like the other Alphas and their Betas.
Not even as good as them.
After all, those Betas don’t have any stains that can’t be washed away, but I have a huge sin in Song Bai Lao’s mind.

 

“I’m your legal partner, isn’t this status enough?”

 

He was unmoved: “No, he can’t sleep until he finishes the test today.”

 

I saw him close the door again and hurriedly said, “what’s the difference between what you do and Luo Qinghe?”

 

Song Bailao was stunned when he heard the words, and his face quickly turned blue: “What did you say.”

 

I also didn’t want to quarrel with him in front of Song Mo at the door of the study, but maybe it was too long.
I couldn’t even take it if I wanted to.

 

“Don’t you realize that you are sometimes exactly like Luo Qinghe? What you hate about his indifference, violence, and extreme strictness towards you, you accept them all and put them on your own children.
You feel that you have grown up so much, That’s how he should grow up.
If you don’t have a good father, you won’t give him a good father.”

 

Out of the corner of his eye, I could see Song Bai Lao’s hand holding the door frame gradually tightening, revealing his distinct knuckles.
Although I was very scared, I had to say something, even if I was punched to the ground by him the next moment, I would recognize it.

 

Song Bai Lao didn’t throw a fist at me, but what he said was “violence” in another sense.

 

He leaned over to my ear, his voice cold and harsh: “It sounds like you are a good father, but unfortunately I will never let you have a child of your own.”

 

My heart felt like a clock rod hit hard, the dull pain emanating from that point swept through the whole body in an instant, not severe, but still gave the illusion of difficulty breathing.

 

He has said this many times, and I have listened to it many times, but only this time made me feel a kind of “disappointment”.
This kind of emotion is not directed at the matter of “not being able to give birth to Song Bai Lao’s child”, but directly at Song Bai Lao himself.

 

I twitched my eyelashes: “If…if you and I really had a child, would you not love him because you hate me?”

 

“Yes.” Song Bai Lao looked at me and said without hesitation.

 

I took a step back and looked at him speechless.

 

At this moment, behind Song Bai Lao, Song Mo’s voice whimpered.

 

“Dad, I’ll do it, I’ll do it, don’t quarrel.”

 

Song Bai Lao turned around, revealing a narrow slit, I saw Song Mo pulling his trousers, crying so much that his face was full of tears, even his neck was red.

 

One of them lowered their eyes, the other raised their heads, and looked at each other for a long time.

 

In the end, Song Bai Lao closed his eyes and opened the door further.

 

“I will test you tomorrow, if you still can’t memorize it…” He paused abruptly, “you will be fined ten times.”

 

Song Mo hiccupped and nodded: “Okay…Okay.”

 

Song Bai Lao looked at me, it seemed that he had made a big concession: “Are you satisfied now?”

 

Song Mo timidly loosened his pants and ran towards me at a trot.

 

I squatted down and hugged him into my arms, he buried his face in my shoulder, and his body was still crying.

 

“Don’t cry, don’t cry anymore, let’s go back to sleep.” I coaxed him softly, looked at Song Bai Lao who was leaning on the door frame, didn’t speak to him again, turned around and left.

 

I put Song Mo on the bed and covered him with the quilt.
Although he stopped crying, his eyes were still red and his nasal voice was heavy.

 

“Mom, are you going to get a divorce?” He nestled in the pillow, holding his quilt tightly with both hands, looking very uneasy.

 

I didn’t expect him to ask such a question, and I was a little caught off guard.

 

“…No.” I stroked his hair.

 

“Really?”

 

“Hmm.”

 

To distract him, I quickly changed the subject.

 

“When you’re healthy, I’ll take you to the amusement park, okay?”

 

“Okay.” Song Mo finally smiled.

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