Doting Your Wife to Heaven: The Return of the Rich Family

That's great, the two most important women in his life can get along peacefully, that's what he desires and wants to see the most.

Mother Leng waved her hand and sat down beside Qingting, "Sit together."

She was very indignant at Leng Zongkai's actions, but she didn't know how to deal with it. Fortunately, she has a good son who can do anything.

She poured out the beans from the bamboo tube, "A Rui, do you have any ideas?"

Leng Qirui felt very uncomfortable, and there was anger churning in his chest, "Daddy is too much, how could he do this? He didn't even give the minimum notice. In his eyes, what are our mother and child?"

He doesn't care about money, but about respect and affection.

Daddy has turned a blind eye to their mother and son for more than [-] years, and he has not treated his mother, the first wife, well, and has hardly been together.

He spends his days and nights outside, takes care of women to raise illegitimate children, and does whatever he wants, no one can stop him.

But at least give them some dignity for mother and child!

After Leng's mother said it, she felt much better. She raised a capable son, and he took care of everything.

"You pick a day to talk to him, and you must let him get rid of this ghost idea. I can't afford to lose face. After all, you are father and son, so talk to him."

In the past, if she didn't put it on the table, she could just turn a blind eye and pretend it wasn't the case.

But now wanting that illegitimate son to recognize his ancestors and return to his ancestors, this clearly slaps her in the face.

Leng Qirui frowned and sighed slightly, "I see."

Leng's mother was relieved, as long as her son stepped out, no matter how troublesome things were, they could be taken care of.

She was very confident in her son, and her eyes fell on Qingting's face inadvertently.

"Qingting, you go too."

Qing Ting was struck by lightning, "Huh? I'll go?"

It was a conversation between father and son. Why is she, an outsider, joining in the fun?

Leng's mother had a bitter face, very conflicted, "The estrangement between father and son is too deep, I'm afraid of quarreling, you help smooth things over and ease the atmosphere."

There is no way, the son's temper is too dry, and the husband is too stubborn, what should we do when we fight?

Qingting was a little embarrassed, but still agreed.

Mother Leng let go of a big stone in her heart, and she felt much more relaxed, "That's it, come, let's eat first."

The dinner is very sumptuous, with six dishes and one soup, both meat and vegetables, with a complete wall of Chinese and Western dishes, complete in color, fragrance, and taste, which is better than that prepared by top chefs in five-star restaurants.

The so-called second generation sees through, and the third generation sees food. The Leng family has been rich and powerful for several generations, and the taste of life has long been pursued to the extreme.

Three top chefs prepare dishes every day, which are nutritious and delicious, and the level of delicacy is not inferior to that of European royal families.

Leng Qirui was busy serving vegetables to his two favorite women, watching them getting along intimately, no matter how many troubles they had, they disappeared.

This is the scene he wants to protect the most, with the woman he loves, the mother he loves the most, and he pretends that he will have his most beloved son in the future.

In order to keep their happiness, he would rather give up everything!

After eating the fruit after dinner, Mother Leng waved her arms, "A Rui, take Qingting home to rest, and spend the night there by the way, so you don't need to come back."

Qingting's little face was flushed red, like a ripe tomato.

"Eh?" Leng Qirui didn't expect her to say that, and she was so direct, a little embarrassed, "Mummy..."

"Go." Mother Leng waved her hands like chasing chickens, stood up and walked to the room, "I'm exhausted and need to be quiet."

Leng Qirui stared blankly at her back, feeling warm in his heart.

"Thank you, Mommy."