Rebirth: Splendid Marriage in the 80s Chapter 2582 - 2518: More Than Just Revenge

"Can you tell us now at last?" Meng Chaojun dropped onto the sofa, releasing a heavy sigh.

Regardless of everything, home always feels the most cozy.

"What happened? Is there a problem?" Old Meng turned his eyes toward Meng Xinian too.

It looked like something had been noticed.

Meng Xinian responded calmly, "Meng Sheng mentioned a shady figure keeps hanging around his hospital room door."

"What? What sort of shady person?"

"I don’t know," Meng Xinian answered. "But it’s probably linked to Nian Che. I’ve warned you before—Nian Che isn’t straightforward. While I’m away, stay indoors, avoid going out, and don’t trouble Little."

At first, Meng Chaojun’s heart warmed hearing the start of that, believing his son still cared, but the end made his expression sour once more.

So, this son fears above all that they’ll burden Chiang Xiao, huh?

A bitter taste filled him, with no clue how to voice it.

Perhaps this is how things stand forever between him and his son in this lifetime?

Yet, doesn’t that count as pretty decent already?

Chiang Xiao shot him a look and spoke, "Nian Che probably schemes beyond mere payback for old grudges. Brother Xinian’s spot on; he might be scheming further. Dad, your condition’s still weak, so steer clear of facing him head-on—best to dodge him entirely."

Chiang Xiao’s remark toned things down considerably.

Meng Chaojun’s features relaxed too.

"You claim Nian Che seeks vengeance for bygones, but I’m fuzzy on it. Who hurt him then? Does he even deserve to demand payback? He... " He halted, eyed Meng Xinian, then went on, "...scorched his own face by the grave; pure clumsiness. How can he pin that on us?"

He truly appeared clueless about the old twisted ties.

Chiang Xiao let out a sigh.

Meng Xinian’s face grew ashen and still.

Without his past stupidity, manipulated by others, would his mother have fallen into despair?

Spotting Meng Chaojun’s ignorance, fury nearly surged within him.

"You unaware Nian Che once adored my mom? Unaware that her devotion solely to you twisted his love into hatred? You never knew the root of his grudge against our family, against me? It’s because I came from mom and you!"

Meng Chaojun stared in stun, eyes bulging, struggling to process his words right away.

"What did you just say?"

"Still not comprehending?" Meng Xinian’s temple pulsed, recalling Nian Chengcheng’s diary entries. "Every rift between you and my mom was deliberately set up!"

"You—you mean what?" Meng Chaojun’s face paled; he got each word from Meng Xinian, but the full impact escaped him.

"I said, you..."

Chiang Xiao grasped Meng Xinian’s hand. "Brother Xinian."

Meng Chaojun remained ill, severely so. Bringing up those topics could rile him up badly, with unknown results.

Old Meng rose swiftly. "Enough, enough—those talks can wait. You’re fresh from the hospital, probably not fresh. Shower, switch outfits, then join us for dinner downstairs."

Airing out those historical matters right now might harm Meng Chaojun deeply.