Quick Transmigration: Drama Queen's Daily Life Chapter 1147 - 1136: Favoring Daughters Over Sons

Han Hui suddenly remembered something else: the matter of her son and daughter's living expenses. Previously, she had given her daughter, Ye Qing, several thousand yuan each month, and her husband routinely provided tens of thousands. But what about her son, Ye Qiu?

Whether in high school or university, he seemed to receive no more than US$500 monthly. What could US$500 possibly cover? Could it even buy him sufficient meals at school? Even back then, his sister frequently asked him to purchase items for her. How did he manage to survive?

Han Hui vaguely recalled her son mentioning this, but neither she nor her husband paid it much mind, assuming he was a boy who wouldn't incur significant expenses. They feared that providing him with too much money might lead him astray.

It was no wonder he left to work; it was no surprise he never confided in the family about his circumstances or needs later on. His heart had already been broken, knowing that speaking up would only result in reprimands.

Filled with regret, Han Hui unintentionally entered her son's former bedroom. She was taken aback to realize his room was actually smaller than his sister's walk-in closet. Inside the cramped wardrobe, only two sets of clothes were available for changing. The T-shirts were washed until they were faded, the jackets were worn to the point of fraying, and the canvas shoes were even beginning to peel.

As a middle school teacher, she naturally understood how much children of that age enjoyed showing off and comparing themselves to others. How did her son wear these clothes back then? Did he face ridicule from his peers?

Han Hui offered a bitter smile; of course, he did. He was likely mocked as a 'ragpicker' by those envious of his academic achievements!

Why had she never perceived the hardships her son endured within this family? Why had she consistently, and without good reason, believed he should yield to his sister? Why did she feel he ought to tolerate difficulties?

As both a mother and an educator, she had neglected her son's studies, repeatedly dismissing and undermining him, thereby forcing him into undesirable choices alongside her husband.

It was entirely understandable that he would seek escape from this family. He had even cautioned them early on, stating that Ye Qing was not the paragon she and her husband imagined. Yet, at the time, she refused to believe him, thinking he was merely jealous and deliberately spreading falsehoods. What kind of image did her son hold in her mind?

Jealous, foolish, short-sighted, prone to comparison, vain, ill-tempered, lacking ambition...

With each descriptor that crossed her mind, Han Hui's face grew paler. She was a mother; how could she harbor such thoughts about her own child? How profoundly must this have wounded her son's spirit? The reality of the situation proved that the most foolish individuals were she and her husband, and the one possessing those flaws was not the neglected son, but the eternally doted-upon daughter, Ye Qing.

Han Hui was consumed by remorse. She immediately went to the mall and used whatever money she had to purchase several new outfits for Ye Qiu. She then meticulously cleaned the entire house, awaiting his return with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.

The day Ye Qiu arrived, both his paternal and maternal grandparents were present. Four elders, along with his parents, regarded him with expressions laden with guilt, tentatively attempting to speak but evidently afraid of upsetting him.

Ye Qiu found the situation rather amusing. What was the meaning of this? Had they finally acknowledged his past mistreatment and now sought to atone?

He let out a heavy sigh; not all wounds could be healed. Furthermore, they were his elders, and their decision to offer care or not was their prerogative; who was he to speak ill of it?

Their desire was simple: to draw him back into their fold. However, he had grown up, moved on, and no longer required such affections.

"Where are your wife and son?" Han Hui finally broke the silence. Her gaze swept past Ye Qiu, searching for someone behind him, her eyes momentarily registering disappointment.

"I brought Xianxian and Lin Lin to my parents-in-law's place," Ye Qiu replied calmly, setting down the gifts he had brought.

Han Hui observed the gifts, her heart sinking. Such offerings were typically reserved for guests when relationships had grown distant.

"Why did you bring these? Your father and I don't need anything. Come inside and sit. Have you eaten? Your grandmother brought an old hen, and I've been stewing it since this morning," she said with forced enthusiasm. "We still have another hen at home; let's go retrieve it and bring Xianxian and Lin Lin back together. Free-range chicken is highly nutritious and difficult to find elsewhere."

Ye Qiu sighed inwardly and declined verbally: "There's no need to trouble yourself, Mom. I fear Xianxian might not be comfortable visiting. My mother-in-law has already prepared a meal. I simply came back to see how everyone was doing; knowing you are all in good health eases my mind. I shall depart shortly."

Upon hearing these words, the faces of the other six individuals present froze, rendering them speechless.

"Leaving so soon? You're not staying the night? Mom understands that your father and I misunderstood Xianxian. We will apologize to her in person, alright?" Han Hui inquired tentatively.

"No need; Xianxian doesn't mind and doesn't hold grudges against you. I made her not come," Ye Qiu met their gazes calmly. "I'm grateful to Mom and Dad for letting me in today; to avoid misunderstandings, I think staying apart is better."

"What misunderstanding could there be in a family?" Ye Peilin finally couldn't hold back.

Ye Qiu chuckled but didn't explain: "Grandpa, Grandma, Father-in-law, Mother-in-law, Dad, Mom, I won't stay long. I'll come to see you when I have time. There's US$ 100,000 in this card, consider it this year’s pension for you. Every year, I’ll deposit US$ 100,000 into it, and the password is Ye Qing’s birthday."

"What do you mean by this?" Ye Peilin frowned at him. "Who asked you for a pension?"

"No one asked me, it’s just that no matter what happened in the past, you are my parents. I probably won’t be able to live with you in the future, so giving money is expected. If Dad thinks it’s not enough, I will add a few more." Ye Qiu still smiled, but that smile only made people feel guilty, remorseful, and cold.

Indeed, those injuries couldn’t be undone, and the son couldn’t forgive them. Han Hui chuckled bitterly in her heart, and the last sting came from the bank card password.

The password was her daughter Ye Qing’s birthday; her son probably didn’t know she had fallen out with the family! In his mind, only Ye Qing was loved by her and her husband, which was indeed the case back then, wasn’t it?

How ridiculous that they even hoped Ye Qing would forgive them, wasn’t it?

If she had experienced such favoritism, she couldn’t even be sure she would come back. No wonder he didn’t let his wife come with him because she and her husband had once said they should break up such hurtful words.

"Mom bought you some clothes; would you like to try them on? The salesperson said they’re all trendy, and the quality is very good." With her son leaving, Han Hui didn’t want to insist but still wanted to be kind to him.

Ye Qiu smiled slightly: "No need to waste money like that anymore, I have enough clothes now; Xianxian has arranged everything nicely. Mom, you should return them. I won’t disturb you anymore; I’ll come to see you next time."

He left without giving anyone a chance, leaving the six people staring at each other, speechless.