Rebirth: You Save Me with Your Deep Love

Would I go back and be controlled by you, staying in that house that looks bright and beautiful on the surface but is actually rotten and smelly, and become a tool without feelings and thoughts?

Chu Xinduo was not annoyed when she heard this, and continued to wash the teacup gracefully. "When you said you wanted freedom, I gave it to you and cleared all obstacles for you. As a mother, I believe that I have given you the greatest tolerance."

There was a flash of sorrow in Chu Tingfeng's eyes as his gaze fell on his calf. The pain of broken bones and bloody flesh was still in his heart. This was the price he paid for his freedom!

As soon as Chu Xinduo finished speaking, she remembered her son's crippled legs. Knowing that she had said something wrong, she picked up the teacup a little awkwardly and took a sip of tea to hide the slight uneasiness in her heart.

For a while, neither of them spoke anymore. There seemed to be invisible smoke in the air, permeating between this biological mother and son.

After finishing a bowl of tea, Chu Xinduo returned to her original elegance, put down the tea bowl, took a snow-white handkerchief and wiped the tea stains on the corners of her lips.

"Xiaofeng, you are not my only choice."

"But I am your best choice." Chu Tingfeng remained calm and composed.

"You know, for me, there is never the best, only the most suitable." Chu Xinduo stood up and looked down at Chu Tingfeng in a condescending manner, his eyes cold and intimidating without anger.

It looks like he wants to overwhelm others with his aura!

But Chu Xinduo forgot that the little wolf cub, who was once intimidated by her mother's majesty and dared not act rashly, has now grown into a lion.

But she herself is already in her twilight years.

Although she is dressed in gorgeous clothes full of jewels and jade, and has the best medical team and beauticians on call 24 hours a day, she can't hide her old age after all. Time has still left its mark on her silently.

No matter how shrewd an old man is, he can never match the bravery of a young man. There are many things that he is already powerless to do!

……

But Chu Xinduo was still unwilling to give up so easily. This was her most outstanding son and the best masterpiece of her life.

He is still...that man's child!

Finally, this woman who had been strong all her life showed a little bit of motherly tenderness on her proud face, and even the unique fragility of a woman.

"Xiaofeng, Mom thought that you answered my call because you decided to come back to help Mom. You know, the Chu family is so big, and it's very hard for Mom to support it alone..."

His mother, is she showing weakness to him?

She even calls herself "Mom"!

This is a name she would never say, nor would she allow herself to call it, but it is a name that everyone in this world can have.

Behind it is the great emotion that has been sincere and genuine since the beginning of the universe.

Chu Tingfeng was surprised by this, and a dense, indescribable bitterness surged in his heart...

After a few breaths, Chu Tingfeng looked at the mother who gave birth to him but only treated him as a tool, with a hint of pleading in his eyes.

"I answered your call because I wanted you to stop and put an end to everything that is happening."

There is hardly any child who does not look forward to his mother's love!

Even if he was as powerful as Chu Tingfeng, even though he was already thirty years old, he was no longer at the age where he needed his mother's company.

But he still expected to get a little maternal love from this woman who had been beautiful and delicate all her life, and also cruel all her life.

"What did you say?" Chu Xinduo seemed not to have heard clearly and looked at Chu Tingfeng uncertainly, hoping that it was just an illusion.

The child she had high hopes for did not say the words that made her angry.

Chu Tingfeng said in a deep voice, word by word: "Mother, I want you to stop and end this."

In the video, Chu Xinduo looked over in shock. After a moment, the expression on his face suddenly turned gloomy, and then angry, ferocious, unwilling, and finally, all turned into madness...

“Heh… stop? Hahaha…”

Chu Xinduo seemed to have heard a huge joke. After being surprised for a moment, he actually held on to the table, laughing so hard that his waist couldn't straighten up, and there seemed to be moisture in the corners of his eyes.

Chu Tingfeng had a cold face as he looked at the dignified and elegant woman opposite him. He had lost all his smile manners, and even the jade hairpin with flowers on her bun had fallen off. A tuft of hair fell down from her temples, making her look a bit dishevelled.

"My son, even today, you can still naively tell me to 'stop'? Go ask those old guys in the Si family if I can stop. Or, when you die, go to the underworld and ask your grandfather how I should stop..."

When the person opposite just lost his composure, Chu Tingfeng signaled Murong Jing to leave. At this moment, in this room, there was only the young man in the wheelchair with an extremely lonely expression and the hysterical woman in the video.

She cares the most about her manners and appearance, and she doesn't want to lose her identity at any time!

"Or, go ask the people from the Black Dragon Society and Qingdao Gate, as well as the Yamaguchi-gumi devils and our subordinates. Do you think they agree?"

Chu Tingfeng leaned back in his wheelchair tiredly and said softly, "I will take care of these, you don't have to worry."

"You solve it? What can you use to solve it? With your identity as Third Master Chu? Ha... If it weren't for the Chu family, you, Third Master Chu, would be nothing..."

Amid the woman's hoarse accusations, Chu Tingfeng felt as if he was being pressed under a mountain, and it was difficult for him to even breathe.

There is also an old injury on my leg, and the pain is coming again!

I blinked hard, turned my head and looked out the window. There were streams and fireflies, green trees and flowers nearby, and in the distance there was a breeze, a bright moon, and a sky full of stars...

Lin Yutang, a master of Chinese studies, once said: "When the word 'loneliness' is broken down, it contains children, fruits, puppies, and butterflies, which are enough to support the entrance of an alley on a midsummer evening, full of human touch, with children holding melons and willows under the shed and puppies chasing butterflies in the narrow alley. The world is bustling with laughter, but I am left with only the wind in my temples."

Chu Tingfeng smiled bitterly. Why did he feel such a bone-eating loneliness when he was not even at the age of graying?

If my mother is willing to stop, with the power she has and my own business over the years, although there are risks, I still have the capital to give it a try.

But... you can't escape human nature after all.

Some people are in darkness, but they think they are looking forward to the light. But do they really yearn for the light and are they willing to pay the price for it?

After calming down, Chu Tingfeng looked at the woman in the video again. There was still some madness on her face, but she was not as emotional as before, to the point of behaving abnormally.

"Mother, that man, I saw him!"

This sentence brought complex emotions to the face of the woman in the video who was trying to regain her composure.

Chu Xinduo trembled with her lips, wanting to say something, but her throat seemed to be stuffed with cotton and she couldn't make a sound.

——How is he?

——Are you living well?

——Are there other women around you?

——Did he mention me?

——Does he still remember me?

There are so many questions I want to ask, but in the end, all I can say is a vicious word, "Oh...he's not dead yet? What a pity."

Chu Tingfeng ignored his mother's solution and cold words and continued talking to himself.

"He's still in good health, but he's over 80 after all, and his hair is completely white..."

"Mother, he always wears a red string on his wrist, and the gold nuggets on it are badly worn. If he hadn't said it was a 'little Pixiu', I'm afraid no one would have recognized it..."

Upon hearing this, Chu Xinduo stared at Chu Tingfeng nervously and asked, "Are you sure that it is a Pixiu? What does the knot at the buckle of the rope look like?"

"It's tangled in gold thread. He said someone once was clumsy and cut his bracelet."