My Alleged Husband

Chapter 955: Chapter 848 Not That Serious

Zhang Zhentian really didn’t know how to approach his father about this. Clearly, these matters weren’t all that serious, yet his father had chosen to make everything so complicated. If only it could be simpler, would things not have ended up like this? He truly didn’t understand—why couldn’t his father grasp the fact that constant arguments over something so simple only brought greater harm to both sides? Why did his father still not understand this principle?

”Big Denture, how many times do I have to explain this to you? How many times do I have to tell you—this was never my intention? Yet you keep blaming me for everything again and again. Have you ever stopped to think about my feelings? What do you take me for? Do you really think I’m incapable of feeling softness, of feeling pain?”

”I admit that I didn’t consider your feelings when I made certain decisions, but does that mean I was entirely wrong? All I wanted was for everyone to be a little happier, even just a little bit. But you’ve attributed all the blame to me, thinking that my return brought chaos to the family. You think my appearance caused my daughter-in-law to become the way she is now. You believe everything began with me, but have you ever truly considered how much my son longed for me, as his father, to come back into his life? You’re his grandfather—how couldn’t you possibly wish for me, his father, to come back? You suppress your emotions, refusing to let anyone see into your heart because you’re afraid. You’re afraid that one day, you might lose me again. How could you bear it?”

”Yet, if that fear is what drives you to avoid me, to push me away, then what am I supposed to do? No matter what I say or do, in your eyes, I never seem to achieve a positive outcome. Everything I’ve done is out of hope—that we can all live happily together. But you’ve never considered how difficult it is for me as your son.”

”Every mistake, every bad decision you’ve made as a father has made you harbor prejudice toward me. But do you understand? Everything I’ve done, none of it was intentional! I just hope that everyone in the family could treat me a little better, to see me as part of this family too. Am I wrong for wanting that? Why has no one ever been willing to consider things from my perspective, to understand just how hard it is for me?”

”You’re struggling, you say you struggled back then, but did you ever think about what your decisions meant for me? I’m your father. I’ve never held anything you said or did against you, because I’m the elder, and I have no reason to hold grudges against my own child. Besides, you’re the child I raised myself. The fact that you’ve become who you are today is entirely my failure to educate you properly. What right do I have to blame anyone else? But now, you’ve used your so-called good intentions time and again to hurt the people closest to you, the family members I care most about. Do you really think your actions are right? Can’t you see that family isn’t something you can just harm so casually? How can you truly treat everyone in this family as your own if you keep doing this? You always think your decisions are correct, but every word I say is like wind passing through your ears, as if you didn’t hear it at all. But you can’t do that, you understand?”

”Your daughter-in-law is still lying in the hospital. Have you thought about the turmoil in your son’s heart? How much he longs for his family to be together, how much he values the people he sees as the most important to him. But what about you? What exactly is it you’re doing? You’ve treated family members as tools time and time again. You’ve hurt the ones who truly care about you repeatedly. Do you think by doing this, everyone in the family will truly see you as one of them? You’ve only made them resent you more with each passing moment, distancing themselves from you and rejecting your actions. Is this really what you want?”

”My son, can’t you think things through a little for once? Can’t you regard the people in your family as slightly more important? Can’t you show a bit more consideration for how everyone feels? None of us are Saints. Despite all the hurt you’ve caused, we’ve still chosen to forgive you time and time again. Why? It’s just for the hope that you’ll feel a little peace and comfort. Yet what have you done? Again and again, you’ve hurt the people closest to you, treated them as disposable tools, and thrown them away as if they were nothing. Can you truly look everyone in the family in the eye and say you’re worthy of the love and care they’ve given you?”

Xia Jing never thought that father and son would end up quarreling yet again over this matter. Could it really be her presence that turned things into what they were now? If only she could somehow become different, if only she could stay in this family forever, she felt she wouldn’t just smile in her sleep—but genuinely wake up laughing. But was this current reality really what she wanted? Watching her husband and father-in-law argue again and again while she could only stand by helplessly—it made her feel like such a failure. Who could possibly understand the deep sense of defeat she felt at this moment?

For Xia Jing, she didn’t want anything else now. She just wished her family would stop arguing over these things time and time again. It was unbearable. Everything she had done—wasn’t it all for the sake of peacefully staying in this family? But why did all the pain and suffering have to fall upon her shoulders? She just wanted them to coexist peacefully—why was that so hard? Was everything she had done really a mistake?

”Zhentian, can’t you speak to your father in a gentler tone? Why do you always have to shout? Just because you shout, does that make you right? When you make decisions, can’t you consider whether they might leave your father feeling embarrassed? With the way you’re talking now, it’s like you don’t even respect your father anymore. Can we all stop arguing? Please? Isn’t the reason we’ve all come back to this family to live peacefully and calmly together?”

”You’re overthinking—it’s not that serious!”