Love [Silver] Perfect

WHOSE FAULT?

His resolve is round. Wouldn't go home without taking Jiang Lizqi's parents with him. Slowly she dragged her step away from the door, then knelt down on the lowest steps of the terrace. He came with the intention of pleading, so that the father-in-law who had never acknowledged him as a son-in-law would just once come with the mother to meet Jiang Lizqi on his birthday. Steven Lou will not give up. This time he should be able to give a birthday gift that for four years has always been a dream of his wife.

Jiang Lizqi had indeed never said it, but she knew. Very well know that the woman who owns half her soul really wants to be able to feel the beauty of celebrating the birthday by enjoying the processed food of the mother. Gather around the dining table, sing a birthday song together accompanied by a sound of standing ovation even though only attended by a handful of people.

"Beib, don't worry. I can fulfill your wish. Trust me, I can."

The midday sunlight was so bright. Behind the thin shirt, his skin seemed to burn, only a few seconds kneeling sweat had flooded his body. Steven Lou, however, remained.

The sight felt like a dejavu to the two old men Jiang Lizqi who were watching it from behind the glass wall of the front room. The same person kneels in the same place in different weather. Four years ago at night it was rained down on snowflakes and now in the daytime, under a sun that shines so hot.

Xiao Yauran's gaze began to blur because a small lake had already piled up in the eye pelukan. Her heart ached wonderfully at how sincerely Steven Lou loved his daughter. The woman hurriedly rubbed her eyes before the clear liquid there forced her out, then turned her head, looking fixedly at the husband who was not far behind her.

"Pa-"

"Don't look at me like I'm a criminal. No one told him to do that. Let it go." Indifferent, Jiang Hun immediately stepped up, leaving the front room.

Staring at the husband's back with a glare, Xiao Yauran could no longer hold back her tears. Crying silently, only occasionally a little sobbing, the woman stepped into the inner room, past the husband sitting in the lounge, she continued walking towards the kitchen.

A glass of water clasped in his hand as he returned. Jiang Hun looked at it, but said nothing just that his face looked increasingly murky, and his glare glimmered like a sword struck by the light of the sun. To the extent that, without even looking at it, Xiao Yauran could feel intimidated. Ignoring the bristling fur of the nape, the woman steadied herself open the front door.

When he saw it, Steven Lou's eyes immediately sparkled. The face that was wet and reddened like a tomato was radiant. Slowly he got up.

"Aunt ...."

"Drink." Xiao Yauran offered a drink without giving face. "After that, go home. It's free that you kneel, he'll never forgive you." His tone was cold, but Steven Lou knew Xiao Yauran was soft-hearted and warm.

Jiang Lizqi's fixed gaze implied an extremely strong determination. Xiao Yauran knew, it would not be easy to persuade him. It was just as easy as breaking Jiang Hun's heart.

"Sorry, Bi. I promised myself I wouldn't go home without you with me."

Xiao Yauran's guess was not wrong. It made his heart worry at once annoyed half to death. "Don't be stubborn!" He rebukes. "We don't want to be blamed until you're here! Go home! Home my words! Go home!" Xiao Yauran raised her voice. While crying he splashed water on StevenLou's face, then left with wide steps.

After the death of his mother-in-law, Steven Lou returned to his knees. No matter what happens, he will not give up. Wiping her wet eyes, she was grateful inwardly as the water splashed onto her face gave off a slight fresh taste.

"Stop her. Otherwise he would have continued to kneel there." Standing in front of the husband who was sitting casually crossed legs, Xiao Yauran pleaded.

"Why should I stop it, huh?!" Jiang Hun. His eyes glared like he was almost jumping out. "Leave it! I want to see, hold on how long he's been like that!"

"So you blame me!?"

"I'm just telling the truth! Who else is to blame?"

"So you prefer Lizqi with the man with the rogue landlord's bloodline?!"

"I don't care! All I want is for Lizqi to be happy. Together with anyone important Lizqiku is happy! It's all over, why still have to keep angry?!

"Are you crazy?!"

"Yes, yes, I'm crazy! Only a madman does nothing when he sees his son leaving the house! The nine-month-old boy I bear, I was born with a life bet, and I grew up full of love! But I let you just leave!"

After speaking impassively to vent the fury that had been left to settle in the heart for four years, Xiao Yauran said very softly, barely even sounding swallowed by the sobbing sobs, "What kind of mother am I?"

Instead of sympathizing, Jiang Hun instead said cynically, "Then let's just say I'm crazy too. And don't expect this lunatic to forgive that boy so easily!"

"Pa!"

Cold and indifferent Jiang Hun abandoned his wife. Go into a room without heeding her screams. Xiao Yauran suddenly felt dizzy and had a twitching look, he hurriedly dropped himself on the sofa then lay down. His head is now very painful. Slowly his fingers inched at the temple which felt pulsating. Her tears are still flowing.

Lizqi, forgive mama.

Steven Lou's body trembled, his back was no longer upright. Jemari clenched tightly imagining herself holding on to Jiang Lizqi's arm to stay afloat. Two more hours were about him kneeling, his legs now feeling numb, numb.

The face was red, but the lips were deathly pale and dry. Like a can of drink freshly removed from the cooler, his face was filled with a grain of clear liquid that slowly crept down, hung on his chin for a moment, then dripped wet his clothes that had been soaked by the sweat.

Up there, suddenly a thick cloud rolled up to dispel the hot sun. Thunder boomed, lightning struck accompanied by a shaky sound. Xiao Yauran who was tired of sleeping on the sofa, gasped and instantly opened her eyes. Waking up from the bed, the woman looked dazed. Feeling like he has forgotten or missed something, but what is it he cannot remember.

His forehead frowned deeply, wondering why he could sleep there, even though that place was Jiang Hun's favorite spot. Usually the husband who spends a lot of time there, including napping.

The lightning that returned with a trembling sound shocked him and at that moment he remembered the son-in-law. "God! Is that kid still there?"

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