Chapter 1284 - 402: Omen, The Death of Master Du Jie_2
Mo Yan rolled her eyes, "If I don’t speak up, will you leave Mother at home alone?"
On hearing this, Mo Qingze’s presence seemed to shrink, "Your mother can’t let go of you two, and she’s worried about being talked about. Your father has advised her many times, but she just won’t listen."
After saying that, he looked at his eldest daughter with hope in his eyes, wishing she could persuade her mother to go with him to the city. He had finally married a wife to his liking and did not want to experience the loneliness of sleeping alone ever again.
Cui Qingrou, feeling embarrassed by her husband’s blunt words and gaze, wanted to cover her face, thinking that this man, despite his age, really dared to say anything in front of his daughter.
Mo Yan was defeated by her father’s helpless and pitiable expression. She had originally planned to make some requests and persuade him only if he agreed, but upon reflection, she couldn’t think of anything she couldn’t do herself that needed her father’s help. Resigned, she began to persuade her mother, whose face was flushed with shyness.
"Mother, you and father have just married, it hasn’t even been three months. How could you live apart? You don’t need to worry about what others think. What does their opinion have to do with us? As long as our family is harmonious and happy, they will naturally shut their mouths."
The world is too harsh on women. If husbands are away all year round, wives are expected to stay at home to take care of the elderly and children. If they dare to leave the elderly and children behind, they will absolutely be scolded for being unfilial and unkind. Yet, the men who should bear all this responsibility not only avoid criticism but also receive sympathy, for they work hard outside to provide a better life for their family!
Little do they know, some men while outside, keep a pretty concubine. When they return home, they bring the concubine and a bunch of children born to her, to the hardworking first wife, who bows and offers a cup of tea in respect––
Look, my beloved concubine and son are bowing to you. What more do you want?