My husband is a traitor

Chapter 518

Rong Jiang has been thinking about... changing his name since he was sensible.

Her father's name was Rong Jue, and her mother's name was Jiang Linlang. Her name, well, besides expressing the love of the couple, she thought it was more about the incompetence of her seemingly capable father in naming.

For example, Uncle Dark One Dark Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight and so on, from their names, Rong Jiang felt the sadness brought about by incompetence in naming.

Of course, when she tactfully made this request to her mother, she was met with cruel opposition from her ruthless father.

Oh, I forgot to mention that she doesn't want to know how deep the relationship between the father and daughter is, but the situation in their family is——

Between father and daughter, the hatred is irreconcilable.

Speaking of it, it was all about competing for one person, and this person was her favorite mother.

It's a pity that until her stupid brother was born, my mother didn't understand that everyone in this family was smarter than the other, and darker than the other, except for the mother, oh, and the stupid brother.

Daddy loves mother very much.

Rong Jiang fully felt this point in decades of cold reception.

Unfortunately, she also loved her mother very much, which led to her, who also had her father's selfish and narrow-minded blood flowing in her bones, and she became disgusted with her father and fought for decades.

All these, looking at the clever mother, but rarely found.After all, she was so well protected by her father.

It wasn't until the stupid brother appeared that Rong Jiang suddenly realized that the relationship between her and her father was much more relaxed than in previous years——

After all, an enemy of an enemy is a friend.

Oh, it seems that it's not appropriate to describe my younger brother like that, but luckily my mother doesn't know.

Before her younger brother was born, she was looking forward to this little assistant, but when that day came, and when she heard her mother's painful cries, the resistance to this newborn baby began to emerge in her heart.

And when she saw her father Rong Jue, the same look of anger and disgust flashed in his eyes.

The guy who made mother suffer, scoundrel.

Before his younger brother was named, Rong Jiang had silently used this title to write down several notes in his little black notebook.

The younger brother is Rong An.

She didn't know why her mother cried so sadly when she saw her younger brother's fleshy little hands, and she didn't understand why her father's eyes were dark at that time.

It wasn't until a long time later, when she saw the portrait of her uncle who died a long time ago, that she understood the eager and nostalgic look in her mother's eyes towards her younger brother, and the reason for the good luck that his younger brother would not die no matter what he did.

It was also at this time that Rong Jiang stopped being jealous and hating this little villain.I even thought coldly in my heart, what a pity, it's not because my mother favors you.

Even though he thought so, Rong Jiang still inevitably felt a bit of hostility towards Rong An since he was a child, which stemmed from fighting for favor.

"Sister, sister, please take care of yourself!" The fat boy tugged on Rong Jiang's clothes, and with his soft and cute voice and big eyes tried to make him sit by the window, quietly holding the book Watching girl's attention.

An impatient expression appeared on Rong Jiang's face, which perfectly inherited the beauty of his father and mother. He raised his left hand lightly and pulled back the corner of his clothes. The other hand was still holding the book, turned around, and faced Outside the window, continue to watch without distraction.

Although annoying and stupid and fat, it seems that this younger brother is not that annoying.

"Sister, sister, don't ignore people, sister, play with me, let's play with An'er!" With great strength, Rong An began to pull the little girl's skirt with his chubby hands.

Rong Jiang was impatient and gave him a cold look, "Play by yourself."

The girl is not very old, but her temperament is a bit like her indifferent and taciturn father—probably only her mother thinks she is a gentle and well-behaved child.

"No, I want my sister to play with me!" Rong An has always been naughty at home, anyway, as long as he admits his mistake and winks to act cute in the end, his mother will soften her heart and be reluctant to really hit him.

So the brat didn't care about the threat of his cold sister.

Rong Jiang was so annoyed by him, he casually threw a bead out of the table, "Go and pick it up."

Lifting his eyelids, he didn't give Rong An a look.

Seeing the beautiful beads being thrown out of the window by the sister, Rong An immediately moved his body before his mind when he heard the order, and ran out with short legs to pick up the beads.

Finally, the roots of the ears are clean.Rong Jiang exhaled slightly, thinking to himself.

This kind of behavior, which is similar to teasing a dog, comes easily to the girl, and I don't know if it is a reaction that practice makes perfect.

Rong Jue walked in and saw the eldest daughter reading a book by the window, while the naughty young son was rummaging through the bushes with his buttocks outside, he raised his eyebrows and turned a blind eye.

"Your mother is looking for you."

The tall, handsome and feminine man spared no words for Jiang Linlang, and then turned to leave.

"Daddy." The girl got up, put the book aside, her snow-white face was made more crystal clear by the crimson clothes, her eyes were black and bright, and she stopped the man in the red clothes who looked like blood.

Rong Jue turned around and raised his chin slightly, waiting for the girl to continue.

"Is that person going to die?" The girl looked only twelve or thirteen years old, but she was extremely calm and indifferent when talking about a person's life and death.

Rong Jue didn't say anything, the years did not add vicissitudes to this man's handsome face, on the contrary, it caused his original unattainable temperament to be diluted little by little in the peaceful and happy life with his wife and children year after year.

"I understand." Rong Jiang had already nodded to express that she understood, and there was a faint deep and cold look on her brows that didn't belong to her age, "I'll go."

The father and daughter played charades until Rong An, who was trying to eavesdrop while picking up the beads, was confused. The eight or nine-year-old boy was clever, but he didn't have much scheming. He was raised by his upright and kind mother.

"Where are you going, sister? I'm going too!"

Rong Jue and Rong Jiang turned their heads at the same time. The father and daughter had similar faces, their eyes narrowed in unison, and they looked up and down at the little fat man who let his body eat like a ball.

snorted.

"Play with your beads."

"Where are you going?"

Rong An: ... trembling in the face of the two demons.

Weak, incompetent, and love to eat.

Walking into the room, Rong Jiang instantly changed his cold, world-weary face, the corners of his mouth were raised, his eyes were curved, and he smiled brightly and delicately.

"Mother!"

The father and son, who were one step behind, exchanged glances, both seeing the surprise inside.

Jiang Linlang was packing her daughter's luggage in the room. Years had made her more gentle and quiet, but that spirit never seemed to leave her.

Hearing her daughter's charming call, Jiang Linlang looked back, there was a gentle smile on that delicate face, but it couldn't conceal the slight sorrow and worry that rose afterwards.

"Jiang'er," she said, looking at the slim young girl who was not as tall as she was, "Has your father told you?"

Rong Jiang stepped forward, held his mother's warm fingertips, nodded obediently, and smiled brightly, rubbed his mother's neck affectionately, caressing, "Mother, don't worry, Jiang Er Uncle Anyi is escorting him, so it doesn't matter."

(End of this chapter)