Big Aunt could hardly believe her ears. What was he saying, this usually timid and obedient son of hers? Saying he’ll move out?
Moving out, what does that mean? It means she would live alone, no children, no one to accompany her, living alone, maybe even dying without anyone knowing.
This Deng Weixia, how could he be so heartless?
"This is treason, you must be out of your mind. You don’t support your elder mother, that’s unfilial, I can take you to court," Big Aunt shrieked.
"Mom, it’s not that I won’t support you, I’ll provide you with enough living expenses, just that we won’t live together," Deng Weixia said tiredly. "Even if you take it to court, it won’t help, no judge can resolve family matters. You and my wife don’t get along, we can only live separately!"
Big Aunt let out a sharp laugh, "So, for the sake of your wife, you’re abandoning your mother, is that it? Ungrateful and unfilial!"
"She’s my wife, the mother of my son, I can’t ignore her," Deng Weixia replied.
"You, you..."
"If this isn’t possible, then we’ll move further away. Anyway, now that Weiqiu is married, you have nothing to worry about, I’ll send money back regularly," Deng Weixia struck another blow.
Big Aunt felt dizzy hearing this, a throbbing pain in her head, pointing at him, grinding her teeth, "Deng Weixia, you’re rebellious, you..."
Big Aunt wobbled, nearly falling to the ground.
"Mom, think about it, whatever you decide, I’ll go with it." Deng Weixia had already been exhausted after a day’s work, said this, and was about to go back to his room. As he passed by her, he added, "Mom, you’ve been so rigid your whole life, wanting people to live by your rules and standards. Dad was like this, Big Brother too, and now me, but how could people all be the same? Dad and Big Brother are both gone, Mom, do you also want to push me to that point? If back then you hadn’t forced me to marry against my will, forced Wenjing to remain a widow, how would we have ever eloped? It was you who pushed us to this!"
Big Aunt’s expression changed several times, stubbornly pressing her wrinkled lips together.
"Mom, at this age, live freely, stop living by your own rules. You’ve been wrong for so many years, do you have to be wrong until death?" Deng Weixia said once more, closing the door.
Big Aunt stood in the living room, the early May wind blowing in through the window, cold like the snow in the dead of winter.

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