Shadow and Light: The Bride Who Clicks Her Way to Love-Chapter 383 - 396: What Kind of Mother Is Zhuang Heng

Chapter 383: Chapter 396: What Kind of Mother Is Zhuang Heng

Jue originally ignored him, but when he heard him crying, he unexpectedly turned his head to look at him.

Han was sobbing uncontrollably, grabbing the torn-up drawing he had worked hard on from the ground and thrusting it in his direction: "You tore up my drawing without even looking at it, boohoo... How could you do this? It’s too much..."

Jue lowered his head and looked at the broken pieces of paper in his hand.

Han continued to cry, his chubby little face adorned with glistening tears: "You’re so mean, boohoo..."

Jue remained expressionless, slowly walked to the corner to pick up the paintbrush he had just thrown away, and casually picked up a relatively intact piece of paper, lowering his head to quickly start drawing. His movements were swift; before Han finished his rhythmic sobbing, he had already completed the drawing—a crooked, twisted mess that was identical to the one Han had just drawn, without the slightest difference.

He stuffed the picture into Han’s arms.

Han was stunned, forgetting to cry, reaching out to take the picture and breaking into a smile: "Wow, you’re amazing, Jue brother! Your drawing is exactly the same as mine! So you did look at my drawing after all..."

Jue continued to be expressionless, lowering his head to stare vacantly at the paintbrush.

Han, however, became cheerful: "Jue brother, I really like you! Can you teach me how to draw?"

Su Xingyu, watching this scene from the side, was dumbfounded. How could her fool of a son be so easily fooled? The mark of someone’s bite still lingered on his hand! This child... will he be sold and still help count the money someday?

"Han..." She wanted to warn him not to be so overly familiar.

But seeing Jue’s lonely figure, she couldn’t bring herself to speak.

The thin child quietly stared at the paintbrush, his gaze hollow, devoid of any emotion.

Su Xingyu struggled to free herself from Lu Shifeng and ran to Han’s side, looking at the wound on his hand with concern: "Does it hurt?"

Han nodded, then shook his head: "It doesn’t hurt anymore, Jue brother didn’t do it on purpose."

Su Xingyu couldn’t bear to blame him, nor could she blame Jue, so she glared fiercely at Lu Shifeng. Lu Shifeng inexplicably felt guilty; yes, he was the one who didn’t stop the two kids from fighting, but boys were supposed to be raised this way.

He coughed and said to Su Xingyu, "It’s getting late, let the two kids rest well first."

Su Xingyu didn’t want to argue with him in front of the kids, so she took Han’s hand and started to walk out: "Good Han, let’s go back to the room with Mommy first and let Jue brother take a break."

Han, reluctant to leave, tightly grasped the drawing Jue gave him and begrudgingly followed her out.

Having two kids at home meant more things to worry about—food, clothing, housing, companionship, and education—none of it was easy. Su Xingyu, with the help of Mrs. Gui and others, was busy for several days before the two kids were fully settled. Jue usually liked to stay in his room and daze off, while Han was more lively, often going to find Jue to play. Although it was usually just him endlessly chattering away and bothering Jue, Jue mostly remained indifferent, no longer biting him like before.

Su Xingyu’s heart felt somewhat relieved.

That day, she sat by the window in the corridor watching the two kids play in the bedroom.

Mrs. Gui came over with a cup of tea, saying: "Madam, have some tea. It’s fresh chrysanthemum tea picked this autumn, good for clearing heat and improving eyesight."

Su Xingyu accepted it, her gaze still fixed on the kids.

Mrs. Gui looked at her, with a smile, sighed, and said: "So many years have passed in a blink, and to see you alive and back again... It’s truly heaven’s will, letting you reunite with the young master and giving young master Jue a companion."

Su Xingyu didn’t like others mentioning her and Lu Shifeng’s affairs.

She simply said: "Maybe it is fate, but it’s not necessarily heaven’s will. Jue is a pitiful child, separated from his birth mother just because Lu Shifeng insisted on keeping me."

Mrs. Gui: "You’re talking about Miss Zhuang?"

"How come you don’t call her madam?"

"That’s just for outsiders," Mrs. Gui looked at her expression, cautiously replied, "Miss Zhuang is simply Miss Zhuang. When there are no outsiders, we refer to her like this in front of the young master. Four years ago, the young master declared he had only one wife and wouldn’t recognize any other woman, even if she gave birth to the young master Jue."

"Ha, easier said than done." Su Xingyu sneered.

She no longer intended to trust that man. For this lifetime, she didn’t want her heart broken again.

Mrs. Gui sighed slightly, knowing the lady hadn’t forgiven the young master yet, and understandably so. The young master did such an excessive thing four years ago, even having a son, young master Jue, with Miss Zhuang. Wouldn’t any woman be angry?

"Young master Jue, he..." Mrs. Gui hesitated, said, "is a pitiful child. Miss Zhuang usually doesn’t care much for him. When the young master isn’t around, she doesn’t bother either. To be blunt, young master Jue only managed to endure it perhaps because he has autism; a normal kid couldn’t bear a mother so indifferent to them."

Su Xingyu blinked, looked up: "She usually doesn’t care for the child?"

"Care for what?" Mrs. Gui said, "Young master spent a whole night in a tantrum crying alone in his room, and no one cared. That day, I happened to be at the farm outside the city picking millet. By the time I got home at dawn, young master’s throat was hoarse. Fortunately, the family doctor treated him promptly; otherwise, it might have damaged his vocal cords, and he could have been mute forever."

Su Xingyu listened in shock: "How can Zhuang Heng be such a mother?"

She then asked, "What about Lu Shifeng? Doesn’t he care for the child?"

"Where does the young master find the time?" Mrs. Gui said, "At that time, he was especially busy, rushing a major project, had been working overtime for several days, sleeping briefly at the office, never coming home, even triggered his stomach issues—so I hurried to the farm to get fresh millet for him to nourish his stomach."

Lu Shifeng prefers peace and quiet; there aren’t many servants at home, but he and Jue both need care.

Su Xingyu felt saddened, imagining adults with stomach issues and children with hoarse voices during long nights, waves of sorrow washed over her. No... she told herself, how could she feel sorrow for Lu Shifeng?

She was just angry that he didn’t take good care of Jue.

Yes, that’s definitely it.

"From now on, Jue’s meals, daily schedule, matters big and small, report to me every day," she decided, telling Mrs. Gui, "just like Han. It’s already pitiful enough that he doesn’t have a mother’s love, we must not neglect him anymore."

Mrs. Gui joyfully agreed, thinking it’s truly the lady who carries the aura and demeanor of the master of the house.

And Zhuang Heng? She couldn’t even take care of her biological son properly, what qualifications did she have to aspire to marry into the Lu Family?