The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

"What's wrong? Your son is getting married soon, yet you're back with a face full of anger, nose turned up, face all twisted. Who's upset you this time?"

Mr. Song looked at his wife's angry face and asked.

Even though he asked his wife, his eyes never left the newspaper in his hand.

"You're talking like that, your mother is too biased, she's gone too far this time."

Mrs. Song took a big gulp of cold tea from her cup, finally extinguishing some of the fire in her chest.

"That old lady's favoritism isn't something new, you already know it. Why upset yourself by going to look for trouble?"

Mr. Song dismissed it, knowing his parents were too stubborn and traditional. They had three sons, yet none of them lived with them, not because the sons didn't want to show filial piety.

It's because the parents couldn't stand having the sons around, except for their deep affection for Song Moting.

Who among their sons do they like?

His elder brother was favored by their parents, yet even he couldn't live with them.

Who could surpass Song Moting?

Let alone his own parents, who couldn't stand him and his wife.

His wife rushing into trouble was indeed inviting unhappiness for herself.

"Do you think I wanted to find trouble? It was your lovely daughter-in-law who told me that mom prepared a house and furniture for Mohuan. I really thought mom had changed her ways.

After all these years, I thought this matter would finally be over. The kids have grown up, doesn't the old lady fear alienating their hearts by doing this? But in the end, I found out the house and furniture were indeed prepared.

Unfortunately, it wasn't for our Mohuan, it was all for Song Moting. You have no idea how infuriating the old lady's words were."

Mrs. Song knew Mr. Song couldn't stand Song Moting; the father and son had endless arguments over the years, and whenever they met, sparks flew. Back then, her husband had mercilessly severed ties with Song Moting.

Because of this, the couple hadn't enjoyed the favor of the old lady and old man all these years.

Mr. Song frowned upon hearing this.

"Enough, don't bring up that ungrateful son. You already know. The old lady is extremely fond of that scoundrel, yet you insist on touching that forbidden scale. If they don't prepare it, we'll prepare it ourselves—aren't we without a house? This big house isn't enough for you to live in?

If you feel it's a bother having the newlyweds living here, I'll call Director Liu at the hospital tomorrow to get them an apartment. It's not a big deal. They can just tidy up and move in, it's really not that complicated."

Mr. Song didn't want to talk about this son; thinking of him filled him with rage.

This son was never truly his son; he seemed born just to collect debts.

Deep down, this son believed he had angered his mother to death, and thus bore deep hatred toward him.

Mrs. Song sighed, "You think I don't know what you're saying? We're not without means; getting a house isn't such a tremendous task! In families like ours, having a house isn't an issue. I just feel that being valued by the old lady is advantageous for the kids.

When the story gets out in the future, others will look at our son with newfound respect. Our son is now an intern doctor, as you know. To move up further, without the old lady's support, relying on just the two of us, won't be an easy task within three to five years.

The elders above, of course, take cues from the old lady. If I mention things regarding our son, they'll ask the old lady to make a call. But how can I request that? One call and everything's exposed. If the old lady says one unpleasant word, our son won't advance from this position.

He won't be promoted for a decade, maybe more. What I'm doing is for whom, if not for the children."

Mr. Song also knew it wasn't easy for his wife; they were relying on the old lady's influence to hold their positions.

The old man hadn't wanted to engage with him for years, and his relationship with his parents was very cold.

It seemed it was time to change all that.

The son had grown up, and the daughter was about to enter medical school.

When that time comes, they can't remain in the same state with the old lady and old man. After all, the old man and lady's pride would never allow them to concede.

The only one who could bow down was himself.

For himself, for the children, this was necessary.

"That's enough, I know what to do about this. My elder brother already called; Dad's coming back by train tomorrow. By then I'll go to the station with him to pick up Dad and smooth things over. I know how to handle it."

Mrs. Song felt at ease; as a daughter-in-law who couldn't gain her mother-in-law's favor, there was nothing she could do.

But ultimately, Old Song was the old folk's biological son. No matter his mistakes, can there be an insurmountable issue?

After all, it was for an outsider's sake. No matter how problematic, they couldn't possibly hold a lifelong grudge against their own son.

"Alright, I'll start repainting the rooms in the house these next few days. The furniture surely can't be readied in time, so let the newlyweds stay here for now. Once you've allocated a place for them, they can arrange it themselves."

The wedding was scheduled for the day after tomorrow. No matter how capable he was, he couldn't change the situation for his son at this point, only making things difficult for him.

Song Moxin hummed a tune as she entered the house, with her older brother about to get married and herself getting into college.

For their family, it was a double blessing.

But walking in, she was met with chaos.

The house was messy, with workers bustling in and out, painting, and white powder dusted the floor.

Covering her nose, Song Moxin asked her mother.

"Mom, what are you doing? Hasn't Grandma already prepared a house for my brother's marriage? Why are you still tidying here? Brother's wedding is the day after tomorrow; with all the dust in the house, how can anyone live here?"

Mrs. Song looked at her youngest daughter with a bitter smile.

"It's suffocating for you, isn't it? Today, start staying at your grandmother's place. Your grandma isn't biased towards your brother—she's prepared that house for Song Moting, not your brother. So, I'm hastily arranging things. Otherwise, if your brother gets married without a new house, won't people laugh? Where should the bride go, bring her to the streets?"

She felt sorry for her daughter.

Song Moxin was stunned, "Grandma's still like this, so biased. What's so great about that Song Moting? He always seems so sarcastic. Even Dad doesn't acknowledge him, yet Grandma still protects him, who knows why."

She was indignant. What was wrong with her brother? Among the Song siblings, who did Grandpa and Grandma truly favor?

In their eyes, apart from Song Moting, who could they see?

In their uncle's and aunt's families, the brothers and cousins, they were all resentful, unable to stand Song Moting.

One person hogged all the love; who wouldn't be furious?

Is Song Moting the only one with the Song surname? Are they all outsiders?

"Alright, she's your grandma, is this how you should speak? Remember what Mom says, speak politely when you see your grandma. Grandparents are still grandparents; they have their own reasons for their actions.

As a child, as a granddaughter, it's not right to speak like this."

Mrs. Song feared her daughter wouldn't understand—Grandparents were not ordinary people; they were relying on them.

Song Moxin nodded, "Mom, I only say this in front of you; of course, I know who Grandpa and Grandma are. There's no way we can question their authority!"

She's not foolish.

Her achievements outside were also because she was a Song granddaughter.

With Grandma and Grandpa standing tall, people had a certain respect.

If they relied solely on themselves, they wouldn't stand a chance in this circle.