Parents' Love: My Childhood Sweethearts with Jiang Weidong

"Go to hell!" Jiang Defu was full of expectations that Jiang Weidong would say something serious, but he didn't expect that he was still thinking about his daughter. He was already drunk, and in a moment of anger, he kicked him.

"Ouch." Jiang Weidong hadn't been beaten by Jiang Defu in years. This kick came suddenly, and he was caught off guard and got kicked squarely.

He was kicked to the ground, knocking over a bunch of things with a loud crash. The noise was so loud that Anjie, who was outside the door, heard it. She had been keeping an eye on the commotion inside and quickly pushed the door open after hearing it.

Upon entering, An Jie saw Jiang Weidong lying on the ground with a footprint on his body. She immediately became anxious, quickly helped her son up, and pointed at Jiang Defu, shouting, "Jiang Defu, can't you talk things out? What right do you have to kick my son!"

Jiang Weidong, being thick-skinned, didn't feel much pain, but when An Jie came in, his eyes darted around, and he clutched his waist, crying out in pain.

An Jie became even angrier upon seeing this. Jiang Defu felt guilty and immediately closed his eyes, clutching his forehead and groaning in pain.

"What's wrong? Is your blood pressure high again?" An Jie thought it was his old problem acting up again, so she immediately forgot about her son and rushed forward to support Jiang Defu.

"Come back inside with me, I'll take your blood pressure."

Jiang Defu breathed a sigh of relief when he realized he had fooled her, and walked out the door with An Jie, groaning.

But Jiang Weidong wasn't willing for his father to just let it go like that, so he called out from behind, "Dad, is that it for me?"

"You opportunistic brat!" Jiang Defu was so angry that his blood pressure almost spiked. "Get lost! Impossible! What are you dreaming of?"

An Jie, unaware of the cryptic conversation between the father and son, turned to Jiang Weidong and said, "Weidong, let's talk about it tomorrow. Your dad isn't feeling well right now."

Jiang Weidong could tell at a glance that his father was faking it, but his father was faking it so well that if he kept arguing, An Jie would definitely not side with him.

"Mom, let me help you support Dad." Jiang Weidong jogged over to Jiang Defu's side, ignoring his struggling hands, and firmly held his arm.

"Okay." Anjie looked at her second son with a gratified expression. He was becoming more and more sensible and knew how to care for his parents.

But the two were not as loving father and filial son as she had imagined. Jiang Defu gave him a fierce look, signaling him to let go, but Jiang Weidong pretended not to see it and continued to support him with a smile.

After carefully helping Jiang Defu to sit down on the sofa in the bedroom, An Jie busied herself looking for a blood pressure monitor. Jiang Defu coughed awkwardly, "Don't bother, I feel much better now."

"Let's get it checked, so I can feel more at ease." An Jie disagreed; she had already pulled out the blood pressure monitor and was about to roll up Jiang Defu's sleeve.

Jiang Defu closed his eyes in despair. He was faking it. If An Jie found out, he would lose face in front of his son.

"Jiang Junqing, what are you still standing here for? Go back to your room and sleep." Jiang Defu was furious when he saw Jiang Weidong standing to the side with his hands in his pockets watching the show.

Jiang Weidong shook his head, looking worried. "It's alright. I'll wait until your blood pressure is taken before I leave, otherwise I won't feel at ease."

An Jie, who was taking Jiang Defu's blood pressure, looked increasingly grim. After she finished, she glared at Jiang Defu, who turned his head away guiltily.

"Mom, is Dad alright?" Jiang Weidong asked impatiently.

Anjie smiled and said, "It's nothing, just a little high blood pressure, nothing serious."

Jiang Weidong raised an eyebrow in surprise, then nodded and said, "That's good, I'll go out now."

Once outside, Jiang Weidong, still unwilling to give up, turned back and peeked out at Jiang Defu, shouting, "Dad, I won't give up! I'll still come after you!"

"Get out!" Jiang Defu, unable to bear it any longer, grabbed a slipper and threw it at him.

Jiang Weidong reacted quickly, slamming the door shut and leaving Jiang Defu empty-handed.

After Jiang Defu hopped on one foot to pick up the shoe, he saw An Jie sitting with her arms crossed, looking at him as if she were about to interrogate him.

"Tell me, what did Weidong ask you for? You're forced to pretend to have high blood pressure here."

Jiang Defu chuckled, "Teacher An, you've noticed?"

Anjie rolled her eyes at him. "I'm the one who takes your blood pressure. Do you think I wouldn't know if it's real or not?"

"I'm telling you, you're not allowed to fake being sick anymore. You scared me so badly I almost had a heart attack."

Jiang Defu quickly nodded, then immediately shifted the blame, "It's all Jiang Weidong's fault. If he hadn't been pushing me so hard, would I have been able to fake illness?"

Anjie asked curiously, "What exactly does he want from you? Just give it to him, why are you being stingy with your own son?"

Jiang Defu got angry just thinking about it and snorted, "I've been raising these flowers for over twenty years, and now he thinks he can just take them away like that? It's not that simple!"

An Jie scoffed, "When have you ever grown flowers? I don't know anything about it. I'm the one who grows every single flower in our house. Which one did he take a fancy to? I decided to give it to my son."

Seeing her so generous, Jiang Defu chuckled, "Really? He took a fancy to your biggest potted plant, which is named Wangshu Flower, and you're willing to just give it to him like that?"

An Jie was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but laugh and scold, "You brat, you're really impatient."

Jiang Defu asked in surprise, "Aren't you angry?"

Anjie stood up to make the bed and said calmly, "Why am I angry? Like father, like son. Weren't you just as impatient back then? You still have the nerve to talk about your own son."

"Hey, don't bring up the past now. Are you really going to let him off so easily?"

Anjie was so annoyed by him that she threw the blanket on the bed and looked at Jiang Defu, saying, "Is Weidong your own son? What kind of father treats his son like this?"

"Besides, Wang Shu is willing herself, what's the use of stopping her? Anyway, Wei Dong is capable now, if we try to stop her, we'll just annoy people."

Jiang Defu shook his head, giving him a knowing look. "Then I have to set some obstacles for him, so that he doesn't get married too easily and doesn't know how to cherish her later."

“Alright, alright, do as you please, but think about your son too. Stop causing him so much trouble. He’s twenty-five this year, it’s about time he settled down,” An Jie kindly reminded Jiang Defu.

Jiang Defu did the math in his mind and realized it was true. His second son had grown up so much without him even noticing. He could only mutter resentfully, "Then I'll test him a little less."