Chapter 113: Chapter 113: Gu Jianguo, Have You Lost Your Mind?

Gu Jianguo swallowed hard, feeling a bit of pain in his throat and a heaviness in his stomach.

“Dad.”

His voice was slightly hoarse, his eyes bloodshot. He was only in his early twenties, but in this moment, he looked much older and more worn than his years.

“Dad, how about this: Yuelan and I will take Daibao and live on our own.”

Before Gu Hongqi could react, Wang Dilai had already jumped up. “What did you say? Gu Jianguo, do you have a conscience at all? Your father and I raised you from a baby, cleaned up after you, found you a wife, and helped you take care of your child. Now that you’ve grown up and your wings have hardened, you want to split off and live on your own?”

“So now you think your father and I are old and a burden to you, is that it? Huh?”

“People always say that once a man gets married, he forgets his mother. I never believed it! But look at you now—turns out they were right! Not only have you forgotten your mother after getting married, you’re an ungrateful wretch!”

“I’m telling you, you want to split off and live on your own? No way! Not unless your father and I are dead! Otherwise, don’t even think about it!”

Wang Dilai rattled off all this in one breath, her face flushed red. She paused to catch her breath, then her eyebrows shot up again. “Everything was fine, so why are you suddenly talking about splitting up the family? I know—it must be that wretched woman Qin Yuelan stirring things up! I knew from the first time I saw her that she was no good, but you insisted on marrying her! Now that little vixen has bewitched you, and you don’t even see your parents anymore!”

The more she spoke, the harsher her words became. Gu Jianguo stood up as well, his tone no longer hesitant but growing firmer by the second.

“Mom, you don’t need to blame Yuelan. This wasn’t her idea—it was mine! I’ve wanted to split off for a long time!”

“Ever since I was little, you and Dad never really saw me. All you ever cared about was Jiandong.”

“You don’t like me, you don’t like my wife, and you don’t like my son. So the three of us will just move out and live on our own!”

“If you want to call me unfilial, go ahead and tell the whole village. If I so much as frown or regret it, then I’m not Gu Jianguo!”

“Plenty of sons grow up, get married, have kids, and then set up their own households. If you insist on saying I’m unfilial, then I’ll be that unfilial son!”

“But even if we split up, you and Dad are still my parents. If you ever need money or help, I won’t shirk my responsibilities.”

“I want to split off, not for anything else, but just so my wife and child can be treated like real people, so we can live a decent life!”

In Wang Dilai’s memory, Gu Jianguo had never spoken so much at once.

He had always been quiet and reserved, doing whatever he was told, never slacking off, never saying sweet words.

Wang Dilai always thought Gu Jianguo was honest, obedient, dull, and sneaky—never as likable as her younger son, Gu Jiandong.

She treated him however she liked—scolding, beating, criticizing, ordering him around—never once considering how he might feel.

After all, no matter what he thought, he was still her son.

Wasn’t it only natural for a mother to discipline her son?

All along, Wang Dilai believed Gu Jianguo would never resist or talk back. He would always listen to her and work hard.

She thought she could always be above him, doing whatever she pleased.

But now, what was happening?

Was the person in front of her really Gu Jianguo?

Was this really her eldest son?

Wang Dilai muttered, “Gu Jianguo, have you lost your mind?”"

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