Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1699 - 1702: I Will Hold You Tight Until the End of Life 2

"Do you really love money that much?" Ling Yin said, "It seems I’ll have to focus more on making money in the future, can’t let you run off."

Hua Hua said arrogantly, "Of course, I never lie. If anyone dares to stand before me and say they treat money like dirt, I’ll slap them away. I can’t stand hypocrites."

He stood up, patted the dirt off his knees, and poured a cup of clear wine in front of the tombstone into the ground.

"Dad, don’t listen to Brother Ling’s nonsense, I never agreed to be with him forever. It’s all his wishful thinking. Don’t worry, I’m not going to casually bring you a daughter-in-law. She must meet my standards for a wife, one who can manage both the household and kitchen, enter the bedroom, and afford a luxurious house, that’s just the basic standard."

Wife...

Ling Yin heard the word and let out a slow, bitter laugh, not refuting it; he was even curious and asked, "Then what is your standard for a wife, can you tell me?"

"Secret!"

Ling Yin stood up with him, "Just tell me."

"No!" Hua Hua poured another cup of wine to honor his dad.

Ling Yin was persistent.

Hua Hua suddenly smiled playfully at him, "She just has to be good to me, good enough for me to feel okay, to bring her home and put her on the bed. Haha, why are you so silly, even asking about this kinda thing?"

"Dad, I’m leaving to see Mom." Hua Hua patted the tombstone, turned his head, and saw Ling Yin spacing out. He lightly kicked him, "Why are you daydreaming? What’s the matter? Aren’t you afraid my dad will stare at you with a hundred eyes at night?"

His mom’s grave was hard to find; they searched a few hills before a villager guided them to a grave, covered in waist-high weeds, no wonder they couldn’t find it.

Seeing it made Hua Hua feel sad. Ling Yin held a hoe, and Hua Hua snatched it from him, "I’ll do it myself!"

He took the initiative to clean the grave of weeds until it was spotless, tears streaming down his face. There were wild bamboos taller than two people growing on the grave. Hua Hua angrily chopped them down with a knife, pulled them out by the roots, covered the grave with fresh soil, tidying it up. Then he squatted in front of the tombstone, took off his pullover, using it as a rag to wipe the tombstone clean.

The tombstone read: The Grave of My Late Wife, Wang Fengtong.

Hua Hua’s eyes were red; today he discovered his mother’s name, "Mom, so your last name is Wang, and you’re called Wang Fengtong. Your son only visited you today, Mom, I’m heartbroken."

Hua Hua knelt down, knocked his head heavily three times, feeling it was not enough, continued kowtowing, again and again.

He finally somewhat understood the feelings his brother had when kneeling in the icy wind and snow at his aunt’s tombstone; the desire to give the whole world to fulfill filial piety, yet realizing there’s nothing he can do, the helplessness and heartache tightly entwining him.

He so wished Mom would stand in front of him and smile;

He so wanted to make the most beautiful clothes for Mom to make her the most beautiful mother in the world;

He so wanted to do something for Mom, even if it was just to comb her hair once;

He so wanted to snuggle in Mom’s arms and act like a child, ask her to sing a lullaby for him;

He so wanted to eat Mom’s cooking, it must be the best tasting food in the world, right?

He so wanted to hear Mom’s nagging in his ear, even if calluses grew from it.

It’s said that maternal love is the greatest love in the world, yet he has never felt what maternal love is.

"Mom, I’ve come back to see you, can you hear me...?"