My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 821

Chapter 821: Chapter 805 Agree to Go Back Chapter 821: Chapter 805 Agree to Go Back Tang Zhinian was a man of honest appearance, exceedingly so.

Yet the children he had were each more attractive than the last, blessed with such genes, growing up this way was nothing less than expected.

“Chengcheng, do you want to see your maternal grandparents?”

Ren Li tentatively asked her son.

The Tang Family had no elders, and neither did she, so from childhood to adulthood, Chengcheng had no idea what grandparents were like, or what they were supposed to be.

The Grandfather Wang had actually been chosen by Chengcheng himself; he was extremely fond of him.

One could even say that he grew up in the Wang Family.

Sometimes, if they got too busy on this side, Tang Xincheng would be left over there, sometimes for years at a time, and that was where Chengcheng got his sense of what grandparents felt like.

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Yet her son, despite having biological grandparents still alive, lacked the doting care that Xiaobai and Gu Dabai received—like how Tang Zhinian, as a grandfather, would spoil Xiaobai and Gu Dabai to the extent of letting them urinate over his shoulder.

But her Chengcheng did not have such good fortune.

His grandfather had never held him, never thought of him, much less treated him well.

And now, as she was preparing to return, she genuinely did not know how to tell her son about it.

“Mommy has to go back there?”

Tang Xincheng set down his pen.

In fact, he was much more mature and sensible than Ren Li had imagined.

After all, having a sister with such a unique experience, it was impossible to bring up a fool.

“Yes,” Ren Li sat down and allowed Gu Dabai to stand on her legs as the two of them talked.

Gu Dabai chewed on his finger, not understanding anything anyway.

“Your grandmother has found me.”

Ren Li stroked her son’s head.

If she should claim she was fully decided, it wouldn’t be true; she was still considering it.

Yet she was already leaning toward wanting to go back home.

After all, that place wasn’t just anywhere; it was her home.

No matter how unbearable, no matter how much it humiliated her, it was still her home.

No matter how poorly they treated her, they were still her family.

“If they treat you badly, why do you want to go back?”

Tang Xincheng, continuing to hold his pen, writing his homework, mused that his sister had never acknowledged her own mother.

“Chengcheng, they are different.”

Ren Li explained with difficulty, but how convincing her current explanations were, she herself did not know.”

Her greatest worry had indeed been her son, fearing he wouldn’t want to return with her.

Tang Xincheng was her child.

How could she, as his mother, not understand his temperament?

If he became obstinate, he’d be just like his sister.

If he really didn’t want to go back, truly didn’t want to recognize that side of the family, even if she had to knock him out, he would still find his way back home upon waking up.

But now, it was good that he had agreed.

Yes, as long as he had agreed, that was what mattered.

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Agreement was the first step to success.

Relationships could be repaired, and affections could be fostered.

And she selfishly wanted Tang Xincheng to be closer to the people on Ren Li’s side of the family.

Having made up her mind, Ren Li discussed the matter with Tang Zhinian.

After pondering for a while, he eventually let her have her way, for the thought of returning home had already taken root in her heart and was not something that others could truly stop.

So in the end, he agreed to let Ren Li take Chengcheng back first.

As for himself, he was quite busy recently and would follow when he was less occupied, which was also what Ren Li intended.

It wasn’t that Tang Zhinian couldn’t face people, but Ren Li knew her family’s temperament all too well and wanted to avoid them getting any ideas about Tang Zhinian, which would only turn him off.

And then there was her sister who, true to form, tended to covet what was Ren Li’s.

Ren Li was naturally somewhat cautious.

Tang Zhinian, being so attractive, mature, charming, and now a well-known domestic entrepreneur, it was hard to ensure her sister wouldn’t get any ideas.

Even if she didn’t have designs, sabotage—open or covert—was also not out of the question.

You can’t blame Ren Li for thinking so much; it was just the way things were.

After all, her sister had never done anything decent—stealing her men was not a one- or two-time occurrence but a habit.

She stole from Ren Li the boy she had a crush on, her first love, and later even her husband and her home.

So it was better to just take Chengcheng alone first.

One day, Ren Li took Tang Xincheng to the home of her past.

Funny enough, she didn’t even know where her home was anymore.

This place was her parental home, but ever since she got married, she barely ever came back.

And the Wu Family’s place had long since ceased to be her home.

So where was her home, and where could her home be?

Suddenly, she felt a tightness around her fingers, a warm sensation coming from her palm.