Liang Xueyun was somewhat angry at what Xia Shule said, but knowing he was from the Xia Family, she could only swallow it. "This is a family matter. We can handle it ourselves."
Song Dimu stated calmly, "He's my family. You aren't. All you do is keep making my life miserable."
"Xiao Di! You must have picked up bad habits after spending so long away from Mommy. Let's go home and live together for a while, and everything will be fine, okay?"
"No!" Xia Shule got up from the sofa. "What do you mean, picked up bad habits? If you want Dizi to go home, fine. I can help persuade him. But first, you have to kick that fake out of the Song family. Whether you give him money or whatever, you can't have anything to do with him afterward. You only have two sons, Song Jing'an and Song Dimu. Cut ties with anyone else, and make it quick."
"If you can't accept that, stop wasting your breath. If you can do it... Dizi will go home."
Xia Shule knew this was absolutely impossible. In the original plot, these parents were just like Jiang Gechen: they only learned to cherish someone after losing them.
If they couldn't learn to cherish him, they could get lost right now.
It was simple. For a son who wasn't related to them by blood to begin with, paying for his treatment was already more than enough.
If they wanted to keep both, they shouldn't play favorites. Most importantly, neither of the two could harbor any jealousy.
Clearly, the parents were biased, and the fake didn't want Song Dimu to return.
Liang Xueyun's expression changed at those words. How could they? That was her precious son, whom she had painstakingly cared for all these years.