My Alleged Husband

Chapter 490: Chapter 469 This can’t be true_1

”Grandpa, I know speaking to you so abruptly today must’ve been difficult for you to accept, but there are some things I just have to make clear. Everyone has their own set of rules for survival, and indeed, each person’s experiences are different. One has to weather the storms to see a rainbow. If you haven’t endured any storms, wouldn’t this lifetime be a wasted trip to this world? Many things don’t need to be taken so seriously. What’s in the past will always pass; what’s yours will always be yours, and no one else can take it away. If something isn’t meant to be yours, you won’t be able to fight for it, no matter how hard you try. Even if you manage to obtain things not meant for you, they won’t stay in your grasp and will eventually leave. As long as you understand certain things for yourself, that’s enough. Why bother with what others think? They don’t control your life; their opinions have nothing to do with you. What’s most important is to be true to yourself.”

”I understand, but sometimes I still can’t figure things out. Why do so many things end up the way they do? I can’t believe that any of this isn’t real. From the start until now, I can’t accept that my son would do those things, do you know? When my son left, my heart was in such turmoil, such pain. I prayed all the time for my son to come back to me, yet no matter how much I prayed, the Gods couldn’t fulfill my wish. Maybe this is the ordeal fated for me! As you said, some things aren’t that important, and no matter what the outcome, as long as I understand that fully, then I can see everything clear as day before me. Why be entangled in the past when it only hinders moving forward? A life won’t be free of storms, nor can it always be smooth sailing. Those who seem to have it easy, have they really never faced great challenges? They might look happy, but who knows the hardships, the sweat behind that joy? Each drop of sweat could be enough to peel off a layer of their skin. No one is born with innate wisdom or wealth; what’s called wealth is earned by one’s own hands. Those who don’t work hard don’t deserve riches. The Gods are often fair, but sometimes they are not. They grant us what we want yet take away what we desire the most. People say contentment is key, but is being content really so great? If everyone just learned to be content, they wouldn’t face these problems, feel this anguish. Sometimes I really want to ask myself, ask the Heavens, why does the world change so drastically? Why, when I have yet to come to terms with change, is everything already so different? It feels like it’s all unrelated to me, yet every time, it cuts deep. Do all these changes truly have such a direct connection to me? Indeed, everyone must face certain ordeals, but for some people, these hardships are helpful, while for others, they’re destructive. When your father left, I never thought my heart could hurt so much. I regarded him with such disdain, believed he was a disgrace. But as he kept showing up, begging to come home, I realized that I still cared for this child. He will always be my flesh and blood. I couldn’t bear to cast him out cruelly. Every decision he made probably had its reasons. Even if those decisions were wrong, I still hoped he would return to me. I longed for the joy of having my son with me again. Eventually, I learned that my son had been living a life of wandering these past years, and my heart hurt even more. How I wished he could just be a little happier. Why does life have to be so hard? Life is not that long, no one lives to a hundred easily. Even those who do are rare. So why do we treat each other this way? Though we’re family, we ended up like enemies. I still can’t believe it’s true, can’t believe these were the decisions made by my own son. But the harsh reality forces me to accept it because he is my son; his decisions are indeed connected to me!”

Old Master Zhang said, his heart filled with pain. How could he not feel the hurt? These were the hurts his own son had inflicted, the decisions he had made. How could anyone understand the pain they caused him? But he kept it to himself, thinking that even if all the hardships of the world came crashing down, he should bear them alone rather than share them. He didn’t want to burden those he cared about, didn’t want them to suffer with him. He would rather cry alone in his bed than let anyone see the agony in his heart.

”Grandpa, the truth will always come to light. Since he made those decisions back then, whether they were true or not, we have to accept them as the reality. Facts have proven everything. He made his choices, and now he must face the consequences. We can’t always think about shielding him, covering for him time and again. To him, our help doesn’t matter; he might even see us as putting on an act. Many times, we shouldn’t worry about how others see us. What’s most crucial is to live our own lives well. I don’t care how they judge me or my family, but what I do care about is why he chose, again and again, to ruthlessly abandon us all.”