There came a gentle rapping at the door, followed by Chen'er's voice: "Father, Mother, have you rested?"

"Nope!" Yang Ruqing quickly responded outside, her feet already taking two steps to hurry and open the door.

...don't want my son to wait another second in the cold wind...

After taking two steps, she suddenly stopped and turned her head to look at Luofeng Tang.

At this time, Luofengtang had already put down his hands and sat up straight: "I'm fine, open the door, don't let my son freeze!"

Yang Ruoqing hummed in response, pulled open the curtain and quickly went out to open the door.

"Chen'er, why are you still here so late?" Yang Ruqing asked, and immediately pulled him into the room.

Chen'er said, "I presume father and mother have mentioned this to you, about the letter from Grandfather in the East Sea."

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Yang Ruqing nodded. "Your father mentioned it to me, saying that your grandfather from the East Sea is sick and wants to see you."

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"Come, son, come into the bedroom and talk. It's warm in there!"

Yang Ruqing led Chener into the bedroom. At this time, Luofengtang had already put her emotions in order and sat there drinking tea with a normal expression.

When Chen'er came in to greet him, Luofeng Tang nodded and said, "Come, hold the teacup to warm your hands."

He pushed the other bowl of tea he had prepared to Chen'er, who thanked him with a word and sat down, warming her hands with both hands clasped around the teacup.

Yang Ruqing sat in the middle, her gaze intently fixed on Chen'er: "When are you planning to go back to the East China Sea to visit your grandfather?"

Chen'er said, "Son is also just here to discuss this matter with his parents."

Yang Ruqing thought for a moment and said, "Since your grandfather has sent you a letter, he must be looking forward to seeing you soon. We understand the feelings of an elderly person."

“But tomorrow is the Lunar New Year, and you have been studying in Beijing for so many years. It's rare that you get to come home once a year. Your grandparents, your grandmother, and your maternal grandparents are all looking forward to having you join us for a reunion dinner.”

"Chen'er, after tomorrow's New Year's Eve, you can go to the East Sea whenever you want in the first lunar month. Mother won't stop you. Deal?"

Seeing Yang Ruohua's expectant and nervous expression, Chen'er was deeply touched, but more importantly, she felt guilty.

He set down the teacup in his hand, rose to his feet, smoothed his robes, and knelt before Yang Ruqing and Luo Fengtang.

“Son, what are you doing? Get up quickly!” Yang Ruqing hurriedly leaned down to pull him up.

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Yet she discovered that his body was as steady as a rock, and despite not using her nimble skills, she still couldn't pull him up.

It was obvious that Chen'er had also used her inner strength, she was determined to kneel down.

"Chen'er thanks Father and Mother for their understanding and support!" he said resolutely.

“A thousand words cannot express the son’s gratitude. Please accept this bow from your son!”

After finishing his words, he propped himself up on the ground with both hands and bowed to Yang Ruqing and Luo Fengtang.

Yang Ruqing was still feeling sorry for him and wanted to pull him up, but Luo Fengtang stopped her.

Yang Ruqing had no choice but to stand there, firmly enduring Chen'er's three bows.

After sending off Chen'er, Yang Ruoqing began rummaging through her belongings.

“Qing’er, why aren't you asleep? What are you tidying up so late?” Luo Fengtang asked in surprise.

Yang Ruqing said, "Chen'er has already decided to leave for the East Sea on New Year's Day. I want to find some gifts for him to give to his grandfather."

Luo Fengtang's face immediately turned ugly when he heard this.

He strode towards Yang Ruqing, grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the bed.

“No more tidying up, time for bed!”

Such a domineering tone, and with such great strength, she even hurt Yang Ruqing's wrist.

“Well, he’s still your father after all! Send him some gifts, it's just a little something from us.” Yang Ruocheng said.

Luofeng Tang said, "Father? I have no father. He abandoned my mother and me. In my heart, he is already dead!"

“Ugh...” Yang Ruqing was completely speechless.

Luo Fengtang continued, “Even though I have his blood flowing through my veins, I wouldn’t recognize him. Qinger, haven't you forgotten about Xiao Hua and Xu Da Kui?”

“There are many fathers in this world who are worse than dogs, and my own father is no exception! I am the child of the Lao Luo family, my father is Lao Luo Er, lying in the ancestral tomb of the Luo family at the back of the mountain!”

Yang Ruqing wanted to speak but held back.

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At this moment, Luofeng Tang is in a state of fury. She can say anything, advise him on anything, but he won't listen to a word.

He claimed not to acknowledge the one from the East China Sea, but she knew him well. Deep down, his yearning for the love of his biological parents went unfulfilled, leading him to harbor resentment towards his father.

He felt pity for his mother's first half of life, her later years of loneliness, and added to that, his father's debt from his childhood. This is why his resentment was so deep.

Because of longing unfulfilled, resentment is born.

The deeper the love, the heavier the hate, and the two complement each other.

Luo Fengtang opened his mouth, as if to say something, but suddenly he stopped, let go of Yang Ruqing's wrist and turned around, dashing towards the door like a gust of wind.

With a push, he flung open the door and rushed into the night.

Yang Ruqing was stunned, thinking that Luofengtang was so angry that he wanted to rush out to calm down. At this moment, a surprised voice came from outside: "Mother? It's you? What are you doing hiding here?"

Is your mother-in-law here?

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Indeed, seeing the mother and son standing in the courtyard, Luofengtang held onto Tuoba Xian's wrist tightly with one hand, staring at her with surprised eyes.

While Toba Xian appeared flustered and embarrassed.

It is estimated that the wrist was also gripped painfully, to the point that he couldn't even stand straight.

"What are you doing? You pinched my mother, let go of her, help me bring her inside to talk!"

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Yang Ruoqing hurried over, slapped Luo Fengtang, and glared at him.

Luo Fengtang was dazed and pushed open by Yang Ruqing. Then, Yang Ruqing helped the shivering Tobo Xian into the house.

"Mother, come, take this hand warmer to warm your hands." Yang Ruqing quickly stuffed her rabbit-fur hand warmer into Tuo Ba Xian's hands.

Then, she made a bowl of red sugar water for Tuoba Xian, putting two jujubes in it.

Luo Fengtang also followed behind and came in. Yang Ruqing quickly ordered him, “Hurry up and bring over the foot basin used for warming feet, so we can warm Mother up.”

Luo Fengtang glanced at Tuoba Xian's frostbitten lips, turning blue at the corners. He quickly turned and went to the next room to get a basin of warm water.

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The foot basin originally held two pairs of small shoes, one for Chen'er and one for Baby. They will be baked later to warm the children's feet, first let their mother warm her own.

In the house, Tuoba Xian's body finally felt warm. After drinking a few sips of red sugar water, her complexion gradually returned to rosy.

“Mother, why aren't you sleeping this late at night? What is the cat doing sneaking around under our window?”

Luo Fengtang couldn't hold back and asked again.

Tuo Ba Xian's face was flushed with embarrassment, she couldn't even meet Luo Feng Tang's gaze.

Luo Fengtang saw this, and became a little anxious.

"Mother, why don't you say anything? You, the esteemed Princess of Great Liao, how can you be like this common peasant woman, hiding under your son and daughter-in-law's window to eavesdrop?" Luo Fengtang asked again.

This directly made Tuoba Xian embarrassed to the point of blushing, wishing she could bury her head under the table.

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