CHAPTER 329: CHAPTER 329 DO YOU EVER REGRET? 2_1

Huang Xiaojue’s mother fell silent when she saw her son slumped over the steering wheel, not saying a word.

"Xiaojue..." Huang Xiaojue’s father said tentatively, "How about this? We’re not far from home. Your mother and I can get out here and walk for a while. You go back and spend time with Xixi."

He didn’t speak, just lifted his head and drove home.

When they got out of the car, Huang Xiaojue’s mother, still worried, said, "Xiaojue, come up with us."

He said lightly, "You two go on ahead. I want to be alone for a while."

With that, he drove off.

The old couple looked at each other in dismay. Huang Xiaojue’s father complained, "Old woman, it’s not that I want to criticize you, but on our son’s birthday, did you really have to make him so unhappy?"

"It’s because I can’t stand seeing him pour his heart out to that woman. I just couldn’t hold back. Is a ruined woman like her worth all this from him? Really! He’ll have plenty to regret later."

"But you shouldn’t have made a scene on his birthday. He rushed back from thousands of miles away. Don’t you understand his intentions?"

Huang Xiaojue’s mother didn’t yield an inch. "It’s precisely because I see his intentions so clearly that I must stop him. No matter what, I feel Yan Xixi is not good enough for him. My son deserves better."

Huang Xiaojue drove around aimlessly, feeling lost, not knowing where to go. The car finally stopped on a tree-lined road by the river. He fumbled for his phone but was reluctant to dial.

Even a clay figure has some spirit. How could Xixi indefinitely endure his mother’s constant nitpicking and harsh words? It was only then that he began to seriously re-examine his marriage to Xixi. He found it laughable how utterly wishful he had been, believing time would smooth everything over and his mother would eventually compromise. But his mother had never softened. Her opposition was so intense that the slightest thing would make her fly off the handle. If this went on, how long could Xixi last? Mother on one side, girlfriend on the other—how could he ever balance this relationship?

Yan Xixi walked along, kicking the small pebbles at her feet.

Arriving home in a daze, Yan Xixi was met by Xu Xiaoya, who noticed her strange expression and hurriedly asked, "What’s wrong? Didn’t you say it’s Huang Xiaojue’s birthday today? Why are you back so early, and alone?"

She plopped down on the sofa, her eyes slightly closed.

"Xixi, did Huang Xiaojue’s mother make things difficult for you again?"

She kept her eyes closed, looking deeply troubled. "I don’t think this marriage is going to happen."

"Why?"

"I can’t stand how Huang Xiaojue’s mother constantly brings up my past. Do you know what she said about me? She said, ’You can sleep with Wan Donglin now; who knows if you’ll still be sleeping with him repeatedly after you’re married?’"

Xu Xiaoya exclaimed, "Heavens! How dare that horrible old woman insult you like that?"

Yan Xixi gave a bitter smile.

Xu Xiaoya looked indignantly at the faint scar on her forehead. "You were willing to get hurt like this for Huang Xiaojue, and that horrible old woman not only didn’t offer a single word of comfort but insulted you instead. Didn’t Huang Xiaojue say anything to defend you?"

What good would Xiaojue’s defense do? The more he defended me, the more annoyed Huang Xiaojue’s mother would be, and the harder she would make things for me.

She smiled bitterly. Society has always been overly critical of women. If a man was promiscuous before marriage, as long as he restrains himself later, people think he’s a good man. But if a woman has even a little bit of a past, people consider her a slut.

"Xixi, with that old woman’s attitude, I advise you to just give up. Let it go."