Chapter 681: Chapter 675: Fang Xiu Faints
 

Jing Xin’s anger had reached its peak, but he didn’t have the opportunity to speak out. He simply picked up his wife and turned to his son, “Taotao, follow Daddy.”

“Daddy, I want Mommy.” Taotao’s teary eyes looked at his father.

“Mommy’s right here. How about going back to the room with Daddy?” Jing Xin gently persuaded his son, holding his wife.

“Okay.” Taotao glanced at his father, his mother who was being held, and nodded. He wobbled and grabbed on to his father’s pant leg as he walked away. He was only one year old and wasn’t steady on his feet yet. Jing Xin patiently waited for his son.

“Xin’er, what kind of attitude is this? Can’t you even call out to your mother anymore?” Mrs. Jing was enraged at her son’s attitude. The bastard was still a bastard, an ungrateful wolf no matter how you raised him.

“Mom.” Jing Xin’s voice was subdued.

“Take your child and come home with me.” Only after hearing that did Mrs. Jing slightly nod.

“My wife and child are here. This is where my home is.” Jing Xin’s voice was icy, drained of any emotion. He used to consider that house his home and had a grateful heart toward his supposed relatives. But ever since they drove his wife away, he truly lost all hope.

Especially now they’re acting this way towards his wife and child. What else could he say? As long as they stay in their place, he might still provide for their old age out of gratitude. If they cross the line, don’t blame him for being disrespectful.

“What nonsense are you spouting? Your home is with the Jings, you should return to the Jing household. The child is also yours and should be taken back. As for this woman, she is no longer a daughter-in-law of the Jings. We have already found a young lady from a good family for you to marry.” Mrs. Jing thought to herself, wouldn’t it be unnecessary to have a girl from a distinguished family if she didn’t like you? Her son could marry her earlier. Why would you even be considered?

However, she knew better than to speak these words to Jing Xin. They still needed him. What to do if he became angry and uncooperative? Therefore, it was still necessary to sweet-talk him when needed.

“Mom, in my life I only have one wife, Fang Xiu. As for others, it’s none of my business.” Jing Xin pondered, one wife was enough, why would he need more?

Have they ever heard the saying ‘a man should marry a virtuous wife’? A virtuous wife can make the household prosperous, while an evil wife can ruin several generations. Fang Xiu was exactly the virtuous wife he wanted. No matter what others said, he only wanted Fang Xiu. If they wanted to marry someone, then let them do so. There was no need to force him to marry.

“Xin’er, why are you so stubborn? The young lady in question is not only beautiful but also kind and gentle. She’s so much better than that crude Fang Xiu!” Mrs. Jing looked at the stubborn Jing Xin, infuriated to the point of bursting.

“If she’s so wonderful, why not let my younger brother marry her?” His younger brother was still unmarried, wasn’t he? Wouldn’t that work out perfectly? There was no need to break up him and his wife.

“But the young lady has said she likes you, and she wants to marry you, not your brother.” Do you think she wouldn’t have wanted her own son to marry her? But the young lady in question had to agree to marry him, too.

“Why? I don’t even know this young lady. I’m making my intentions clear: in this life, I, Jing Xin, only have one wife, Fang Xiu. I want no one else. If anyone dares to make trouble, don’t blame me for going too far.” Jing Xin finished coldly and returned to the shop, cradling his wife, pulling his son along, leaving Mrs. Jing standing bewildered in the wind.

“Jing Xin, don’t be so ungrateful!” Mrs. Jing, frustrated, yelled after Jing Xin who just entered the shop.

And Jing Xin just ignored her. It seemed they needed to have a proper talk, or else their family would never find peace.

After laying his wife down on the bed and covering her with a quilt, Jing Xin turned around and picked up his son.