Chapter 1228: Let’s Do Our Best To Be Kids
Today, at long last, Huang Fei had finally seized the opportunity.
Just as Huang Fei had long observed, the only time the usually hawk-eyed Xu family ever let their guard down was when Xu Sheng paid a visit to the Su household. During those rare, golden hours, no one tracked his every move.
That thought alone made her feel a surge of jealousy so fierce it bordered on irrational. Why was the Xu family so friendly with the Su family? What had they done to deserve such goodwill?
But there was no time to ponder the politics of affection now. Threatened and restricted by the Xu family’s iron grasp, Huang Fei had precious few moments to reconnect with her son. She had to make every second count.
"Xu Sheng," she said urgently, crouching to meet his gaze, her voice trembling just slightly, "listen to Mommy, okay? Your father... he wants to divorce me. But Mommy—Mommy won’t let that happen. Not for your sake. You have to help me, do you understand? Go tell your father—"
Xu Sheng blinked, her words hitting him like a slap.
So it was true.
His father had spoken of "adult matters" not long ago. He’d gently but firmly told Xu Sheng that grown-up decisions weren’t for children to meddle in. Xu Sheng had nodded at the time, not entirely understanding. Now he realized—his father had been preparing him for this. The divorce. Setting the stage, so he wouldn’t interfere.
And in truth, what could he do? The more he listened to his mother, the more lost he felt. She always seemed to have her reasons. Always made herself the victim. And yet... she never acknowledged her faults.
Xu Sheng didn’t understand why his mother always had to drag him into things. Why she forced him to shoulder burdens far beyond his years. Every time he saw her, it was as though she demanded something of him—something heavy and complicated.
He was tired. Tired of being the bridge between two adults whose cracks had long since deepened into a chasm.
Only now, in this moment of clarity, did he finally realize: he had always been the one his mother expected to behave perfectly, to perform, to fulfill her expectations. But she had never held herself to the same standard. Her mistakes had stacked up like unread letters. Her apologies never came.