Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist's Uncle

Chapter 290: Mommy, Don’t Cry

Chapter 290: Mommy, Don’t Cry

She tried her best to control the raging anger in her heart and comfort herself a million times. He was drunk. He was a drunkard. Why was she angry with a drunkard?

Xiaoqi hid in Ling Sheng’s embrace and cried until he was out of breath. After shouting “Grandpa” in a hoarse voice, he looked up with red eyes and asked in the same voice, “Mommy, where is Grandpa going?”

Ling Sheng looked at the chaotic living room, her every cell trembling uncontrollably from anger. She gritted her teeth. “He can go wherever he wants!”

“But Grandpa is drunk.” Xiaoqi sniffled as tears welled up in his eyes. “Will he be alright?”

In the end, Ling Sheng was still worried. When she ran downstairs, she saw a red Ferrari jump out of the garage and disappear at a high speed.

Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably as her heart ached terribly. Her chest felt as though it was about to explode as she hugged Xiaoqi and sat on the steps outside the estate’s entrance.

“Mommy, don’t cry.” Xiaoqi reached out to wipe her tears. His tender and hoarse voice could make one’s heart ache. “Mommy, don’t cry. Grandpa is drunk.”

“Xiaoqi, let’s go.” Ling Sheng was so angry that she wanted to cry. She did not want to cry in front of her son, though. It was embarrassing, but she could not help it. The repeated hints in her heart were useless. Her voice broke as she said, “We’ll leave tomorrow at daybreak.”

She had thought that after such a long time, her scumbag of a father had developed feelings for them.

However, that had all been in her imagination. Drunkards indeed said the truth after drinking.

He had finally said the truth, which was that he still wanted to kick them out. She would leave tomorrow and disappear from his sight along with Xiaoqi. She would not be an eyesore or a source of ire for him.

“What about Grandpa?” Xiaoqi hugged her neck. Now that he had seen his mother cry sadly, his heart ached even more. “Mommy, don’t cry.”

“If we leave, he might be very happy!” Ling Sheng sniffled and hugged her son.

“Mommy, don’t cry. Don’t cry.”

Xiaoqi did not know what to do. He bit his lips and nodded at his mother. “Xiaoqi will go wherever Mommy goes.”

Grandpa had been really scary today.

Did Grandpa really hate him and Mommy that much?

It was drizzling outside, and a gust of cold wind was blowing. It was so cold that she shivered uncontrollably. She took off her coat and wrapped it around Xiaoqi before carrying him home.

The house was a mess, as though it had experienced a world war. Ling Sheng packed her things and looked at the cake that had been crushed into an unsightly mess. The strawberries that Xiaoqi had decorated the cake with one by one and not borne to eat himself—the strawberries she had left for her father—had been crushed.

She suddenly found it a little ironic. The sincerity they had offered him had been trampled under his feet.

She knew that he really hated them both. If it had not been for her grandparents, he would have kicked them out long ago.

Xiaoqi squatted beside her to help her. He pursed his lips as he looked at his mother and then at the cake. Tears rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably. Afraid that she would discover him crying, he hurriedly pretended he was getting a broom.

Ling Sheng had already decided to leave with Xiaoqi the next day. She thus packed her luggage and checked the house. She would rent a house in the district next to Xiaoqi’s kindergarten.

Two bedrooms and one living room would be enough. She and Xiaoqi would share a room. Her grandparents would have a place to stay if they came over.

However, her Fifth Uncle, Lu Yubai, called. After she answered the call, she sat on the ground for a long time without moving.

“Mommy.” Upon seeing his mother sitting on the ground and not packing up, Xiaoqi asked carefully, “Are we moving?”