My life is ending, and my aloof CEO wife is taking revenge on me.

Chapter 258 The Story of Parents

“Silly child, how can parents hold grudges against their children! Ever since your parents passed away, in my eyes you have always been my child.”

I nodded repeatedly, afraid that if I was too late, Uncle Feng would misunderstand.

Actually, I know in my heart that Uncle Feng is never just talking.

I might not have understood it before, but now I understand it completely.

Moreover, I gradually realized that my parents left behind very few works, and even if they were all sold, they could not compare to what Uncle Feng had spent on me over the years.

It has always been Uncle Feng who has been making sacrifices for me.

And the money from the Song family was all Feng Shu's own money.

But he would rather spend this money to separate me from Song Yafei.

Uncle Feng did this simply to prevent me from following in my mother's footsteps.

Unfortunately, I didn't understand his good intentions at the time.

She even harbored resentment towards Uncle Feng.

I felt ashamed of my behavior, and tears blurred my vision.

"Silly child!" Uncle Feng patted my hand with a gentle smile.

Just then, the waiter brought out our dishes, and Uncle Feng pushed all the ones I liked in front of me.

She even put some food into my bowl, saying, "Let's eat and chat. How's your health lately? Are you recovering well? And how's your relationship with the psychologist going?"

"You knew all along?"

I looked at Uncle Feng in surprise, only to see him nod. "You guessed right, it was my arrangement. I said I'd find you the best doctor, and Uncle Feng doesn't just talk the talk."

My nose stung, and I had to force myself to hold back my tears.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. Let's eat first."

……

After dinner, I followed Uncle Feng to a very low-key and somewhat old-fashioned coffee shop.

We entered the private room, and after the waiter brought us coffee and dessert, Uncle Feng lit a cigarette with a worried look on his face.

Today, Uncle Feng gave me the feeling that he had something to say but was hesitant to do so.

I took a sip of tea. "Uncle Feng, is there something you want to say?"

"You mentioned before that you had some business problems. Have you resolved them? I have the ability to do so now. Please feel free to ask if you need anything."

Uncle Feng smiled with relief, "I know all this. You've made something of yourself now. I believe your mother can rest in peace now."

At this point, Uncle Feng's expression darkened again.

I was wrong; I didn't expect Uncle Feng to bring up my parents at this time.

Uncle Feng stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, then suddenly looked up, his eyes dark. "Xiao Tian, ​​would you like to hear about your parents?"

I was taken aback. Of course, I wanted to know about my parents' past.

Uncle Feng never wanted to bring it up before, so why did he bring it up this time?

I nodded.

Uncle Feng sighed, lit another cigarette, and looked out the window with a dazed look in his eyes, as if he had returned to the past.

"Actually, it's a pretty cliché story."

A wealthy princess fell in love with a poor but talented man.

They met in country B, but their relationship was opposed by their families.

"Your maternal grandparents were not people who cared about social status or valued money. They simply believed that your father and mother had different views on many things."

So the pressure from their families forced the proud princess and the talented scholar to run away together.

Two talented people, but without status and position, soon found themselves in dire financial straits.

Over time, the talented man lost his positive and optimistic attitude and quickly became very negative. His life gradually became decadent, and he drank heavily every day until he was completely drunk.

"But at this time your mother became pregnant with you."

My father was initially very happy, and there was a change in his attitude in a short period of time; he was even willing to go out and earn money.

His mother was happy with his transformation.

But this kind of life didn't last long. Later, I was born, and my father taught people to paint in his studio.

One day, when my mother went to deliver food to my father, she discovered that he was having an affair with one of his students.

“Your mother is a very well-mannered person. Even so, she did not make a scene in public, but chose to endure it for your sake.”

Hearing Uncle Feng's words made me feel very sad.

But I also felt a little strange. If Uncle Feng knew everything, he could have done something about it.

But it seems not.

Uncle Feng noticed what I was thinking, so he explained it to me.

“I went to see your mother. She contacted me. When I saw her situation, I advised her to leave your father and come back to your maternal grandparents.”

"But she didn't agree. Maybe she already had depression by then, but I didn't realize it."

My mother was proud, even in front of her own parents.

In her mind, she even felt that she should continue down this path once she had chosen it.

After all, she had a falling out with her parents, so how could she possibly go back to them?

Thus, she rejected Uncle Feng's offer, and even refused his help.

"Your father is a fickle bastard!" Uncle Feng said through gritted teeth.

My existence brought a brief period of peace between my father and mother, but after that, he began to have frequent affairs.

Even though she knew her mother already knew about her affair, she still didn't stop.

Day after day, the mother developed depression from enduring the pain.

It turns out my mother was like that too; it's as if my life is a replay of my mother's life.

For a long time, she, like me, would occasionally have wounds on her body, some deep, some shallow, some big, some small.

But this did not change my father's mind. On the contrary, in his eyes, my mother gradually became a mentally ill person.

He not only ignored her and didn't take her for treatment, but also wanted to stay far away from her, and their lives gradually became filled with more and more arguments.

But a person's endurance is limited, and eventually, after accumulating these feelings, the mother could no longer bear it.

One day, my mother went out to buy groceries and ran into the endless stream of cars. She was hit by a car in the middle of the road and thrown into the air.

He died on the spot, without even being able to call an ambulance.

Uncle Feng appeared after his mother's funeral; it turned out that his mother had contacted him before she died.

He's abroad and it will take him time to come back; I never expected my mother to do something so foolish.

Uncle Feng was entrusted by my mother to take me away and hand me over to my maternal grandparents.

But the father did not agree. Not only did he not agree, he also insulted the maternal grandparents and the mother.

He blamed his maternal grandparents for his mother's suicide, which led to his son losing his mother at a young age.

He also lost his wife who could have taken care of him.

Uncle Feng insisted on taking me back, but he couldn't take me without my father's permission.

The next time I saw him was at the orphanage.

After saying this, the usually stoic Uncle Feng's eyes welled up with tears, and he coughed violently.

"I'm sorry to your mother. I shouldn't have listened to her and brought you back. If that had happened, none of this would have happened."