Ling Zhensheng was a little confused when he heard that. He frowned slightly and asked, "Why did you suddenly ask that?"
The thing between him and Qinglian was only a drunken mess. Then, there was Ling Jue.
The two of them had already broken up at that time.
He was already married, and Qinglian had agreed not to pester him and Xue Ling anymore.
Now that Ling Jue suddenly asked that, he was very confused.
Looking at his confused look, the corners of Ling Jue's mouth twitched slightly. "It's how you met each other, how you separated, and how I was produced in the end. Tell me everything that happened."
There must be something wrong. Her grandmother looked at her with sympathy. She only smiled when Ling Zhensheng was mentioned. There was no special expression on her face.
After all, if her mother gave her to him, her grandmother would be worried about her well-being. However, she did not ask about this.
Therefore, Ling Jue suspected that her grandmother trusted Ling Zhensheng, but she also had some sympathy for him. She did not want to ask about this.
"You want to know?" Ling Zhensheng saw that he was really curious, so he sighed and told him everything.
"I met your mother in university. At that time, her family was poor, and my family was well-off. Later, when I was about to graduate, my parents, your grandmother and your grandfather, went abroad and their plane crashed. The two of them passed away."
"The insurance paid a lot of money, and I was busy dealing with the funeral of my parents. At that time, I met Xue Ling," he said. He was a little embarrassed. "Xue Ling was a willful girl. At that time, she insisted on being with me. Because of this, she almost jumped off a building."
"I'm not the kind of person who would compromise after being threatened. It's just that your mother gave up on herself when we were deeply in love," he sighed. "It's also my fault. Xue Ling gave your mother a photo of us being intimate the night she almost jumped off a building, and she broke up with me. Actually, I was forced to do so that night..."
Ling Jue had been listening the whole time. It was just a scene of a rich girl attacking a girl from a poor family. This kind of situation had been played out in many TV dramas.
"Later, at a class reunion fifteen years ago, your mother appeared in front of me again. That night, I was very drunk. She sent me to a hotel to stay... And that was... Sigh." He sighed. At the same time, he felt a little helpless. Everything was out of his control.
Qinglian was the woman he loved the most, just like the bright moonlight that shone through the window.
"In other words, you didn't feel anything that night?"
"Ahem." Ling Zhensheng's face turned red when he heard this topic. However, he thought that his son was already fifteen years old, so this kind of thing could also be explained.
"Every time I drink, I faint. Other than that, I can't do anything else. I only remember that morning when I woke up, your mother was lying in my arms, covered in bruises and blushing... Ahem, ahem."
"..."
Ling Jue did not say anything. She rubbed her chin as she recalled many memories. The woman in her memory was fierce and brutal. She kept hitting her, saying that she should not have been born. There was no useful information from that.
"Xiao Jue, as a man, you must remember to control yourself," warned Ling Zhensheng earnestly.
Ling Jue rolled her eyes and stood up. "Let's go and see Mu Xueling."
"Okay, okay, okay." Ling Zhensheng also stood up immediately, as if he was afraid that Ling Jue would go back on her word.
Suddenly, Ling Jue stopped and turned to look at him teasingly. "Actually, I understand. You chose the mosquito blood on the wall because you didn't want to pursue the bright moonlight for your own future. Haha."
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Another topic: Zhang Ailing once said, "Every man has two women in his life. After marrying a red rose, the red rose will turn into the blood of a mosquito on the wall over time, while the white rose will still be the 'moonlight before the bed'. After marrying a white rose, the white rose will be rice dregs on his clothes, and the red one will be a cinnabar mole on his heart."