My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 826

Chapter 826: Chapter 810 Still Left Behind Chapter 826: Chapter 810 Still Left Behind Of course, he wasn’t angry with Ren Li but with Ren Ying.

How much shame had Ren Ying brought upon his face?

How could he ever forget that?

Over the years, the matter had remained a thorn in his throat.

All this time had passed, and he no longer even wished to step outside because of the fuss his daughter had caused, making him lose all face.

“Son, let’s go.”

Ren Li’s grip on her son’s hand tightened as she spoke a harsh truth that was nonetheless reasonable.

If this place doesn’t welcome a master, there will be another that will.

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If the Ren Family didn’t welcome them, mother and son, then it was fine not to return.

After all, she had lived on her own for ten years without once feeling desperate for life, and as for Chengcheng, he’d grown up without grandparents and still managed to grow so tall.

Plus, there were plenty of people who adored her son; they didn’t lack for affection from the Ren Family.

She never intended to compete with Ren Ying for favor, and naturally, her son didn’t need to vie for favor with Ren Ying’s son either.

Don’t think she couldn’t see that both Ren Ying and her unsightly son had faces green with envy, looking at them with malicious intent.

Were they afraid she would take a share of the Ren Family’s property?

Rest assured, she wasn’t interested, and her son looked down on it even more.

The Tang Family’s assets were considerable—couldn’t they support Tang Xincheng alone?

His monthly allowance was probably more than what many earn in a month.

The family was not short of money; her sister and brother-in-law were generous, and her uncles were not stingy.

The Ren Family’s possessions were of little consequence to them.

She had no desire for the Ren Family’s belongings.

If Ren Li and her son wanted them, they were free to take them.

Her son bore the Tang surname, not the Ren’s.

Mother Ren caught Father Ren’s eye, signaling to him.

However irritable Ren Li was, she was still the daughter she had borne.

Ren Li’s temperament was not unknown to her, and now it was clear she was holding a grudge.

This was indeed a child of the Ren Family.

See, how well the child was growing.

“You’ll sleep over with Grandpa tonight,” said Father Ren, holding Tang Xincheng’s hand.

“Grandpa has never seen you before.

I must really learn how my grandson has grown up?

Oh, and Grandpa has yet to buy you a gift.

What do you like?

I will take you shopping, and you can have whatever you want,” he assured.

Yes, anything was possible, not only because he had never seen this grandson before and genuinely liked him but also because the Ren Family was truly not short of money.

Otherwise, Ren Ying could never have afforded to learn piano in those days; it was an entirely different era where only families with money could afford a piano.

The Ren Family was a scholarly and accomplished family with the capability to do so, and even in tumultuous times, they hadn’t changed.

Before Tang Xincheng could say what he wanted, the little boy in Mother Ren’s arms also stood up, cutely stumbling over and pushing Tang Xincheng aside from Father Ren.

“Grandpa, I want it too, I want it too.”

The boy raised his face, shockingly thin to the point of distortion, frighteningly skeletal.

By comparison, Tang Xincheng indeed looked much better, and he was nearly half a head taller than Wu Liangliang.

Father Ren patted his grandson’s head, “Yes, we’ll buy, Grandpa will buy.

I will get it for both of you.”

Wu Liangliang arrogantly lifted his chin at Tang Xincheng, a gloating expression on his young face.

Tang Xincheng said nothing, nor was he upset.

Whether he had toys or not didn’t really matter to him, as he wasn’t much fond of them.

He preferred the car and airplane models made by his brother-in-law.

Toys were for children, and he was no longer small.

He was a grown-up now, destined to shoulder the Tang Family legacy, and to maintain the facade for his sisters.

The Tang Family had only him; if he wasn’t mature, would he then be as immature as Wu Liang?

He did not argue with fools; that’s what his sister had said.

If you argue with a fool, you become one yourself.

With the two grandsons in tow, Father Ren went out to buy toys, keeping his word, especially taken with Tang Xincheng despite their first meeting.