Chapter 1008: Chapter 689: Guarding Against Overflow and Jingzhi’s Tranquility, Then Soaring in My Leisure
Hanging from the big tree in front of them was a birdcage, with a King Kong Parrot inside, its yellow and green feathers suddenly strikingly beautiful.
The old man’s twilight gaze fell on the King Kong Parrot that kept bobbing its head.
Its head tilted this way and that, as if it had countless curiosities and questions about him.
Old Madam Rong watched her husband sit dazedly in the courtyard, the aged look in his eyes laced with deep sorrow and helplessness.
She had a wool coat over her arm; she walked to Rong Si’s back and draped the coat over his shoulders,
"It’s so cold out here, and you’re just a bag of old bones now. Aren’t you afraid of catching a chill?"
Old Madam Rong pressed her lips together and asked.
"Who’s here?"
Rong Si heard the sound of a car at the gate.
Old Madam Rong replied, "Old Wang."
"So it’s him... What, finished the board meeting and now he’s coming over as that Yin Family kid’s lobbyist?"
"..."
Old Madam Rong could hear the faint anger and pain in her husband’s words.
"I won’t see him. Tell him to get lost. Our family’s not welcoming him anymore!"
"...Old Rong, is it really good to keep hiding like this?"
"Who am I hiding from! That Yin Shixiu is so capable! Why would he care whether an old wreck like me attends the board meeting or not? That kid stole the Rong Family out of my hands, and now he’s putting on the airs of the Rong Family’s master, still wanting me to work for him?"
With just those few lines, the anger in Rong Si’s heart surged straight up to his head without him even realizing it!
His voice immediately rose. In his agitation, the cold air rushed into his throat and he choked, coughing hard several times.
Old Madam Rong’s heart ached at the sound,
"All right, all right, stop talking. I’ll go chase him off right now."
Rong Si closed his eyes and leaned back in the rocking chair.
From the doorway came the sounds of his wife and Director Wang politely pushing back and forth; after several exchanges, Rong Si heard the engine start and knew the "lobbyist" had left.
After a little while, Old Madam Rong brought over a cup of hot tea, sat down on the small wicker chair beside the rocking chair, and handed the tea to her husband’s icy, bone-chilled hands. She held his hand and gave it a squeeze...
The autumn wind blew; the ways of the world were cold.
Past sixty, neither of them had ever thought that such a large Rong Family would end up like this.
They hadn’t expected it, but when it truly happened, it wasn’t as if they couldn’t accept it at all.
Thinking it over carefully...
"Every step was one we took ourselves. Honestly, how can we lay the blame on others..."
After a long silence, Old Madam Rong said this one line.
"Agree! Agree! Agree!"
The King Kong Parrot suddenly spoke, popping out this repeated word. Fitting as it was to the moment, it still made the old couple feel a thick sense of mockery.
Mockery—but Rong Si couldn’t summon even the slightest anger.
"Agree!"
"Right, whatever Mom says, you just have to say, agree! Agree!"
"Agree!"
"Little King Kong, that’s a good boy! Mom, from now on if you and the old man get into an argument and he won’t listen to you, you let Little King Kong make the decision, huh!"
Rong Jing patted the King Kong Parrot’s head, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned as he chuckled.
"Haha! All right! Old man, did you hear that?"
"Heh, it’s just a parrot in the end. You really think it can understand human speech?"
Rong Si’s face was full of disdain.
"It really can understand!"
Old Madam Rong hurriedly looked at Little King Kong and said softly,
"Little King Kong, the old man is really stubborn!"
"Agree! Agree!"
"Hey, you damn bird!"
"Old man damn bird! Old man damn bird!"
The King Kong Parrot cried out at once, tilting its head while it called.
Rong Si was instantly stuck between anger and not anger.
He was left speechless, bullied by a parrot.
"Hahahaha!"
Old Madam Rong laughed so hard at the side that she doubled over, her stomach aching.
Rong Jing stood to one side, a faint smile on his face, now and then feeding the parrot and then smoothing its varicolored feathers.
Maybe Little King Kong’s shrill cries of "Agree" were too piercing, or maybe it was simply that the fact of their son being in prison tugged ceaselessly at the couple’s hearts...
All at once, memories surged up.
"You know this Jing’er... he’s not actually that patient in doing things. When it comes to work, sure, he looks pretty patient, but that’s just because the job demands it..."
Old Madam Rong sighed and said quietly,
"In everyday life, there really aren’t many things he’s willing to stick with... teaching this Little King Kong to talk is one of the few. He never seemed to tire of it..."
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