Jiang Yihan stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at her with a cold expression. "I'm never coming back here again."
This wasn't his home at all.
It couldn't even be called a "home."
"What did you say?"
All the anger Jiang Meng had accumulated from the frustrations at work these past few days exploded at this moment, ignited by his cold and heartless attitude.
"I've raised you all these years and devoted myself to you, yet you're actually going against me for a woman you've only known for a few days?
"Do you have even the slightest bit of conscience? You... you... You're really going to be the death of me."
"I've worked so hard to earn money outside. Who was it all for?
"Wasn't it all so you could live a good life and receive the best education abroad?"
"When will you finally grow up?
"When will you be able to understand me and know the pain and suffering in my heart?"
When he was younger, Jiang Yihan would have felt heartbroken when she said these things. But now, he had long since stopped feeling anything. He had become numb.
Looking at her coldly, he resisted forcefully for the first time. "I'm already an adult. I'll decide for myself what I want to do."
"You... You've grown wings and want to fly away? You want to ditch me, your mother?"
Jiang Meng looked at her unfamiliar son, so furious that her chest hurt. She nearly fainted.
"Tell me! Was that woman egging you on? Was she the one who told you to do this?"
"No one did. I decided this myself."
Jiang Yihan didn't want to waste any more words on her. He only wanted to get the household register and leave.
Jiang Meng was finally