01-08-2026, 11:36 AM
My expression changed instantly, and I immediately turned around and shouted, "Papa! What happened to my study?!"
Papa seemed to have anticipated my outburst and had already followed me to the study door. His usually stern face now showed a rare, gentle smile. "Rohan, it's like this, a friend's son is coming to stay, and we don't have enough rooms, so I made a slight alteration to your study!"
"Changes? Slight changes? Is this really just a slight change?!"
My expression suddenly turned cold, my good mood was completely ruined, and I spoke noticeably louder.
I've always hated people touching my things without permission. Now, not only have they done this without my consent, but my desk and computer are gone too. How am I supposed to study now? Where am I supposed to study?
Hearing my fiery tone, Papa's face twitched slightly, then he forced out a gentle smile and said, "Yes, Papa knows you hate it when others touch your things. This time, I really didn't get your permission. But you've been in class all day, so how could Papa discuss it with you? That's why I took the liberty of turning your study into a bedroom."
I bit my lip, getting angrier and angrier as I listened!
You knew that, yet you still moved around? Couldn't you have waited until I got back to discuss it? Why were you in such a hurry? Your son isn't an unreasonable person!
Hearing my father's explanation, I was still furious, but he was unusually calm, which was a departure from his usual serious demeanor. I couldn't lash out, so I just said irritably, "What about my desk and computer? They can't be gone, can they? And where am I supposed to study from now on?"
Papa's lips twitched, a fleeting look of embarrassment crossing his face. He smiled and said, "Hehe, well... we can study at the dinner table, so what difference does it make where we study? As for your desk and computer, they've been moved to your old room. You'll be sleeping in the study from now on."
"You moved into my room? Oh, that's fine..."
"What!?"
I raised an eyebrow, suddenly snapping back to reality. My voice rose several decibels again as I asked in shock, "You mean... I'll sleep in the study from now on? I'll have to give up my room to someone else?"
Papa said seriously, "Yes, that's right, you'll be sleeping in the study from now on!"
Receiving the exact answer felt like hearing the funniest joke in the world. My anger, which hadn't subsided, surged again, and I shouted, "Papa! Why? I'm your son!"
I stared at my father, my handsome face contorted with rage. Not only had I, the master of the house, given up my study, but now he wanted me to give up my bedroom too! What kind of absurd thing was this?
This isn't something that will happen in a day or two; it could take a full three years!
After all, it's only the second semester of my first year of high college, and my dad's friend's son is obviously a transfer student. If he stays here and refuses to leave, am I going to have to sleep in the study for three years?
Why the hell is that?!
After I shouted at him repeatedly, Papa's expression changed slightly, and he was about to lose his temper.
He then took a deep breath, trying to suppress his dissatisfaction, and said in a deep voice, "It is precisely because you are my son that I have decided to let you sleep in the study. This will be of great benefit to your future development!"
What?! They want me to sleep in the study and say it's good for me? Is this some kind of hardship to toughen my mind and body?
What a joke! What a huge joke! They're treating me like an idiot!
Seeing my father's matter-of-fact attitude, I really couldn't believe my ears. The anger in my heart exploded like a lit bomb!
I shouted angrily, "Papa! Are you out of your mind? Are you senile? You let your own son sleep in the study, but let a stranger sleep in my room. Am I even your biological son?"
At that moment, my head was spinning, I lost all reason, and my chest was filled with rage. Without thinking, some outrageous words blurted out.
But after I finished speaking, I got scared and nervously looked at my father, who was furious. Then a loud slap landed on my face!
"Smack!"
A crisp sound, followed by a burning pain!
"You little brat! You've really gone too far! How have I raised you? You have no respect for your elders. Is this how you talk to your father? Aren't you my son? Did you spring from a rock?"
Papa's eyes widened, his face darkened, and he roared furiously. His stern face was taut, and his thick, dark eyebrows were furrowed, making him look quite frightening.
Papa is a rigid and serious person. He rarely smiles and is very strict when educating his son.
Today, he laughed the most he had ever done in an attempt to explain things to his son. But his son not only yelled at him repeatedly, but also said such outrageous things!
This is simply outrageous! If this continues, he'll be on his deathbed!
"Papa, you...you actually hit me for an outsider?"
I covered my burning cheeks with my hands, staring in shock at my furious father. The grievances and anger in my heart were beyond words.
After I entered junior high college, my father stopped hitting me unless I committed an unforgivable crime. But having been strictly disciplined since childhood, I never dared to commit a serious crime. And now, he actually slapped me hard for the sake of his so-called friend!
How could I not be angry? How could I not feel wronged?!
"Rajat! Let's talk this out! Why did you hit Rohan?"
Mom had been in the room the whole time, but she rushed out after hearing the noise.
Seeing the red marks on my face, he couldn't help but feel sorry for me. He turned around and scolded, "Rajat, how could you be so cruel? You actually hit your son so hard! Rohan's face is all red from being slapped!"
"Rohan, are you alright?"
My mother stepped forward and hugged me, her delicate white hands gently stroking my numb face.
Feeling my mother's warm embrace, I could no longer hold back my grievances, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Papa was still furious and shouted, "I hit hard? Did you hear that in the room just now? What did Rohan say? He said I'm senile and that he's not my biological son. It's all because you spoiled him!"
"Yes! Yes! It's all my fault!"
Seeing my father turn on my mother again, my suppressed anger erupted once more. With tears in my eyes, I roared and ran into the study, slamming the door shut!
"Look at this! Look at the good son you've raised!"
Rajat pointed at his wife and angrily berated her, then stormed off in a huff.
Rajat knew his son would be angry, so he tried his best to control his temper. Was he really senile and taking over his son's study for no reason?
He made this decision because he received a call from his brother Rajesh that morning, who asked him to do something.
Her brother is now the district magistrate of ***District, the top official in the district government. What could make him so serious must be no small matter.
Besides his own abilities, Rajat's ability to become the principal of No. 1 High college also relied to some extent on his brother's connections. Rajat immediately listened attentively.
It turns out that the mayor's son, who is the city's powerful backer, got into trouble and was seized by his political enemies to gossip about him. The Two Sessions are coming up soon, which is a crucial period for the new round of the municipal party committee leadership reshuffle. This is a big deal that affects one's position!
Therefore, Mayor Verma planned to place his son in a lower-level location to avoid trouble, and ultimately handed the matter over to his brother Rajesh to handle.
Rajesh was naturally very cautious. After thinking it over, he felt more at ease leaving the matter to his younger brother and repeatedly instructed rajat to do his best to take good care of the leader's son.
Rajat certainly dared not neglect his duties. In officialdom, it is good to be appreciated by one's superiors, but it is even better to be able to help one's superiors with their private affairs, especially their family affairs. The two are even more incomparable.
Because the latter means that the leader has absolute trust in you, and you are the leader's absolute confidant!
Clearly, the relationship between the elder brother and Mayor Verma is extraordinary, and as long as the elder brother's position is secure, his life will continue to improve—it's a very simple principle.
He then deduced from a few words why Mayor Verma wanted to send his son to **** District.
***** District is located in a remote area, its economic development is lagging behind, and its environment is the worst among all districts in the city.
Mayor verma sent his son here as a form of education and punishment for him, and also to show his attitude—I have already sent my son to the poorest district in the city, what more do you want?
This also shows that Mayor Verma's son did not commit a serious crime. Combined with the joy that his brother rajesh inadvertently revealed, it is very likely that Deputy Mayor verma will be promoted again this time!
He is now a member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee and the Executive Deputy Mayor. What does it mean to take another step up?
That would allow him to drop the "Deputy" title and become the top leader of the government, the number two figure in the municipal party committee! Absolutely second only to the top leader!
Rajat was excited all day. If he could handle this matter well, when Mayor Verma asked about his son, Rajat's name would be on Mayor verma's radar, and his brother's position would be more secure. Who knows when he might be promoted to the district party secretary and become the top figure in **** District!
Doesn't that elevate the status of Rajat?
Rajat was stern and unsmiling, and had no interest in anything in his life, not even his fair-skinned and beautiful wife. His only interest was in becoming an official, which he was even somewhat obsessed with.
The feeling of being in a high position, looking down on subordinates, and watching others treat you with utmost respect and flattery is simply irresistible!
After hanging up the phone, rajat couldn't sit still. He asked his wife, Rekha, to take leave from work and quickly tidy up their son's room for Mayor Verma's son to live in. He himself went to buy some furniture and other things.
In the evening, he waited happily for his son to come home from college, intending to instruct him to cultivate a good relationship with Mayor Verma's son, so that his son, if not successful in his career, would at least receive significant assistance after he came of age.
But his joy turned into anger. As soon as his son came home, he started arguing with him and didn't understand his good intentions at all.
"Rohan, Rohan! It's Mommy, open the door quickly!"
Mom stood in front of the study in her nightgown, feeling equally helpless.
She naturally knew about the plan to convert the study into a bedroom. Papa knew he couldn't hide it from her, so he told her about Mayor Sunny; otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed.
Thirty-seven-year-old Mom has fair skin and a beautiful face. Although she was not born into a wealthy family, she comes from a scholarly family. She is gentle, virtuous, and understanding. She understands her husband's actions very well. After all, the other party's status is too noble. It is impossible for Mayor Sunny's son to be allowed to sleep in the study.
Then her husband can forget about being the college principal!
Although Mom understood, she still felt a little uncomfortable. After all, Rohan was her son. Now, not only had she given up her son's room, but she had also made him move to the study. Anyone would feel bad about that.
"Mom, I'm fine, you should go to sleep."
Hearing my mother's anxious voice, I opened my bedroom door and whispered something.
"You say you're fine, but look at your red eyes!"
My mother came in, took my hand affectionately, and sat me on the folding bed. Her gentle eyes were filled with deep heartache. Looking at the red marks on my face that had not yet faded, she asked with concern, "Rohan, how are you? Does it still hurt?"
I shook my head dejectedly, hanging my head without responding.
"Ugh, your dad is really something. Why can't he just talk things out instead of resorting to violence!"
How could Mom not understand her son? Knowing I was still angry, she deliberately scolded her father a few times in front of me.
Then her eyes softened, and she gently hugged me and comforted me, saying, "Rohan, don't be angry. Don't you understand your father after all these years? That's just how he is. He's old-fashioned and has a bad temper. He's still doing well now. You got beaten a lot when you were little."
My mother spoke gently to comfort me, patting my shoulder softly. I listened silently, feeling extremely wronged, biting my lip and remaining silent.
Mom glanced at me and said softly, "However, Rohan, although your father's actions were wrong, you also made mistakes."
"It's not that Mom is blaming you, but he is still your father. No matter how angry you are, you shouldn't say those things to him. How would you feel if your child said those things to you in the future? We need to learn to put ourselves in others' shoes and consider their feelings, right?"
"Put yourself in someone else's shoes! Put yourself in someone else's shoes! Why isn't he putting himself in someone else's shoes!"
I should have just ignored it, because hearing those words made me angry. I huffed and puffed out like a child, still resentful of my father's self-righteous attitude.
"Pfft! Why are you still acting like a child?"
Mom smiled, her eyes crinkling upwards, her beautiful face blooming like a peach blossom. "Rohan, actually your father is doing this for your own good. He still cares about you a lot, he just hasn't said it out loud!"
Her husband said a lot on the phone today, and Mom deeply agreed with what he said.
The husband encouraged Rohan to get along well with Mayor verma's son. They were both around the same age and boys, so it should be easier for them to get along. If they became good friends, their son would have a benefactor in his life, who might even change his fate at a crucial moment.
Mom herself works for a state-owned enterprise, so she naturally understands the reasons behind it.
India has always been a society based on personal connections. Having connections and not having connections are two completely different concepts. Every year, dozens of college graduates join our company. Which one of them has a completely blank background?
There's some connection between them, more or less.
The longer Mom stayed in state-owned enterprises, the deeper her understanding became. Many things that are incredibly difficult for ordinary people are just a matter of making a phone call to important figures, and can be resolved easily. The difference between them is like heaven and earth.
"Mom! Why are you saying things like that?"
Hearing my mother's biased tone towards my father, I pouted slightly in dissatisfaction and retorted, "If he's good to me, would he ask me to give up my room? Would he let his son live in the study? You have no idea, I was almost furious just now, I really doubted if I was even his biological son!"
"Nonsense!"
Mom patted my head and chuckled softly, "If you're not our child, then whose are you? Mom carried you for ten months before giving birth to you. Don't say things like that again, or Mom will feel heartbroken!"
"Okay, Mom!" I nodded obediently.
Mom sighed and said, "Actually, your father let you sleep in the study with my permission."
"What?"
I turned to look at my mother in surprise. In my opinion, this idea should have been my father's decision on his own, but I didn't expect that my mother, who had always defended me, would agree to it!
"Mom, you knew? And you still agreed?" I drawled, complaining with a hint of jealousy, "Mom! How could you do this? You love me the most!"
Mom's brows relaxed, revealing a loving smile, and she said softly, "Of course, Mom loves you the most. From childhood to adulthood, when has Mom not been on your side?"
Looking into my mother's loving eyes, I nodded without saying a word.
My mother is right. Whenever I made a mistake and was disciplined when I was little, my mother would always stand up for me and speak up for me. She also cared a lot about my life and studies. Although she couldn't be all-encompassing and caring, she was at least very loving.
I didn't press my mother further; I simply waited with curiosity for her to continue.
"Rohan, don't blame your father. Actually, your father's friend is not simple. He is…" Mom was about to speak when her expression changed and she quickly stopped herself.
I didn't notice my mother's expression and asked curiously, "Who is he?"
"He is… a good friend of your father's…"
An awkward expression flashed across Mom's face, but she smiled and explained, "That person helped your father before, so your father agreed without hesitation this time. After all, you have to repay a favor, right?"
After all, she was an adult and had worked in a state-owned enterprise for many years. Mom quickly realized what was going on and told a lie against her will, but it was a white lie.
Her husband told her to keep the secret, not because the other person's identity needed to be kept secret, but because he was afraid that if their son found out, he would become timid or obsequious. If either of these mindsets were present, it would be difficult to make true friends. Only when their son didn't know could they maintain a normal mindset.
Equality in status is the fundamental factor in making friends; any adult who has been in society understands this.
When you feel superior or inferior to someone, it's very difficult for two people to develop a true friendship.
This is also what Mom felt about her husband—that despite his rough exterior, he was thoughtful and considerate; he was genuinely thinking of their son and had put in a lot of effort.
"Pshaw! I thought he was some big shot!"
Hearing that this was the only reason, I raised an eyebrow dismissively and snorted irritably.
It's just a friend, what's the big deal?
My father is now the principal of a high college, and my uncle Sunny is now the county magistrate. Who wouldn't give my father some respect?
But now my dad wants me to live in the study for the sake of his so-called friends, which is making a mountain out of a molehill!
It would be more appropriate to put him in the study!
Seeing her son's dismissive attitude, Mom worried that I might have a conflict with the other party in the future, and instructed him: "Rohan, you have to be proper in your attitude. When they come, you have to get along well with them. Try to be polite in daily life and don't be as arrogant as usual, understand?"
Mom tried to subtly persuade her son, but it's unclear how effective it was.
Although her son appeared obedient and well-behaved, he was actually quite proud. There were very few people in the county whom he respected. Mom just hoped that nothing unpleasant would happen.
"Mom! I understand! I've kept your words in mind!" I nodded earnestly, otherwise Mom might have kept nagging for a long time!
"Good boy, Rohan!"
My mother smiled, her pretty face still radiant even without makeup. Then, she gently stroked my cheek and asked with concern, "Rohan, does it really not hurt anymore?"
"Ouch!" I gasped in pain as my mother touched my face, and instinctively turned my head to one side.
My father was a burly man, and that angry slap really hurt!
"Pfft!"
Seeing my grinning face, my mother laughed so hard she nearly fell over. Her full breasts swayed slightly inside the neckline of her pajamas, the white expanse looking particularly dazzling.
Papa seemed to have anticipated my outburst and had already followed me to the study door. His usually stern face now showed a rare, gentle smile. "Rohan, it's like this, a friend's son is coming to stay, and we don't have enough rooms, so I made a slight alteration to your study!"
"Changes? Slight changes? Is this really just a slight change?!"
My expression suddenly turned cold, my good mood was completely ruined, and I spoke noticeably louder.
I've always hated people touching my things without permission. Now, not only have they done this without my consent, but my desk and computer are gone too. How am I supposed to study now? Where am I supposed to study?
Hearing my fiery tone, Papa's face twitched slightly, then he forced out a gentle smile and said, "Yes, Papa knows you hate it when others touch your things. This time, I really didn't get your permission. But you've been in class all day, so how could Papa discuss it with you? That's why I took the liberty of turning your study into a bedroom."
I bit my lip, getting angrier and angrier as I listened!
You knew that, yet you still moved around? Couldn't you have waited until I got back to discuss it? Why were you in such a hurry? Your son isn't an unreasonable person!
Hearing my father's explanation, I was still furious, but he was unusually calm, which was a departure from his usual serious demeanor. I couldn't lash out, so I just said irritably, "What about my desk and computer? They can't be gone, can they? And where am I supposed to study from now on?"
Papa's lips twitched, a fleeting look of embarrassment crossing his face. He smiled and said, "Hehe, well... we can study at the dinner table, so what difference does it make where we study? As for your desk and computer, they've been moved to your old room. You'll be sleeping in the study from now on."
"You moved into my room? Oh, that's fine..."
"What!?"
I raised an eyebrow, suddenly snapping back to reality. My voice rose several decibels again as I asked in shock, "You mean... I'll sleep in the study from now on? I'll have to give up my room to someone else?"
Papa said seriously, "Yes, that's right, you'll be sleeping in the study from now on!"
Receiving the exact answer felt like hearing the funniest joke in the world. My anger, which hadn't subsided, surged again, and I shouted, "Papa! Why? I'm your son!"
I stared at my father, my handsome face contorted with rage. Not only had I, the master of the house, given up my study, but now he wanted me to give up my bedroom too! What kind of absurd thing was this?
This isn't something that will happen in a day or two; it could take a full three years!
After all, it's only the second semester of my first year of high college, and my dad's friend's son is obviously a transfer student. If he stays here and refuses to leave, am I going to have to sleep in the study for three years?
Why the hell is that?!
After I shouted at him repeatedly, Papa's expression changed slightly, and he was about to lose his temper.
He then took a deep breath, trying to suppress his dissatisfaction, and said in a deep voice, "It is precisely because you are my son that I have decided to let you sleep in the study. This will be of great benefit to your future development!"
What?! They want me to sleep in the study and say it's good for me? Is this some kind of hardship to toughen my mind and body?
What a joke! What a huge joke! They're treating me like an idiot!
Seeing my father's matter-of-fact attitude, I really couldn't believe my ears. The anger in my heart exploded like a lit bomb!
I shouted angrily, "Papa! Are you out of your mind? Are you senile? You let your own son sleep in the study, but let a stranger sleep in my room. Am I even your biological son?"
At that moment, my head was spinning, I lost all reason, and my chest was filled with rage. Without thinking, some outrageous words blurted out.
But after I finished speaking, I got scared and nervously looked at my father, who was furious. Then a loud slap landed on my face!
"Smack!"
A crisp sound, followed by a burning pain!
"You little brat! You've really gone too far! How have I raised you? You have no respect for your elders. Is this how you talk to your father? Aren't you my son? Did you spring from a rock?"
Papa's eyes widened, his face darkened, and he roared furiously. His stern face was taut, and his thick, dark eyebrows were furrowed, making him look quite frightening.
Papa is a rigid and serious person. He rarely smiles and is very strict when educating his son.
Today, he laughed the most he had ever done in an attempt to explain things to his son. But his son not only yelled at him repeatedly, but also said such outrageous things!
This is simply outrageous! If this continues, he'll be on his deathbed!
"Papa, you...you actually hit me for an outsider?"
I covered my burning cheeks with my hands, staring in shock at my furious father. The grievances and anger in my heart were beyond words.
After I entered junior high college, my father stopped hitting me unless I committed an unforgivable crime. But having been strictly disciplined since childhood, I never dared to commit a serious crime. And now, he actually slapped me hard for the sake of his so-called friend!
How could I not be angry? How could I not feel wronged?!
"Rajat! Let's talk this out! Why did you hit Rohan?"
Mom had been in the room the whole time, but she rushed out after hearing the noise.
Seeing the red marks on my face, he couldn't help but feel sorry for me. He turned around and scolded, "Rajat, how could you be so cruel? You actually hit your son so hard! Rohan's face is all red from being slapped!"
"Rohan, are you alright?"
My mother stepped forward and hugged me, her delicate white hands gently stroking my numb face.
Feeling my mother's warm embrace, I could no longer hold back my grievances, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
Papa was still furious and shouted, "I hit hard? Did you hear that in the room just now? What did Rohan say? He said I'm senile and that he's not my biological son. It's all because you spoiled him!"
"Yes! Yes! It's all my fault!"
Seeing my father turn on my mother again, my suppressed anger erupted once more. With tears in my eyes, I roared and ran into the study, slamming the door shut!
"Look at this! Look at the good son you've raised!"
Rajat pointed at his wife and angrily berated her, then stormed off in a huff.
Rajat knew his son would be angry, so he tried his best to control his temper. Was he really senile and taking over his son's study for no reason?
He made this decision because he received a call from his brother Rajesh that morning, who asked him to do something.
Her brother is now the district magistrate of ***District, the top official in the district government. What could make him so serious must be no small matter.
Besides his own abilities, Rajat's ability to become the principal of No. 1 High college also relied to some extent on his brother's connections. Rajat immediately listened attentively.
It turns out that the mayor's son, who is the city's powerful backer, got into trouble and was seized by his political enemies to gossip about him. The Two Sessions are coming up soon, which is a crucial period for the new round of the municipal party committee leadership reshuffle. This is a big deal that affects one's position!
Therefore, Mayor Verma planned to place his son in a lower-level location to avoid trouble, and ultimately handed the matter over to his brother Rajesh to handle.
Rajesh was naturally very cautious. After thinking it over, he felt more at ease leaving the matter to his younger brother and repeatedly instructed rajat to do his best to take good care of the leader's son.
Rajat certainly dared not neglect his duties. In officialdom, it is good to be appreciated by one's superiors, but it is even better to be able to help one's superiors with their private affairs, especially their family affairs. The two are even more incomparable.
Because the latter means that the leader has absolute trust in you, and you are the leader's absolute confidant!
Clearly, the relationship between the elder brother and Mayor Verma is extraordinary, and as long as the elder brother's position is secure, his life will continue to improve—it's a very simple principle.
He then deduced from a few words why Mayor Verma wanted to send his son to **** District.
***** District is located in a remote area, its economic development is lagging behind, and its environment is the worst among all districts in the city.
Mayor verma sent his son here as a form of education and punishment for him, and also to show his attitude—I have already sent my son to the poorest district in the city, what more do you want?
This also shows that Mayor Verma's son did not commit a serious crime. Combined with the joy that his brother rajesh inadvertently revealed, it is very likely that Deputy Mayor verma will be promoted again this time!
He is now a member of the Standing Committee of the Municipal Party Committee and the Executive Deputy Mayor. What does it mean to take another step up?
That would allow him to drop the "Deputy" title and become the top leader of the government, the number two figure in the municipal party committee! Absolutely second only to the top leader!
Rajat was excited all day. If he could handle this matter well, when Mayor Verma asked about his son, Rajat's name would be on Mayor verma's radar, and his brother's position would be more secure. Who knows when he might be promoted to the district party secretary and become the top figure in **** District!
Doesn't that elevate the status of Rajat?
Rajat was stern and unsmiling, and had no interest in anything in his life, not even his fair-skinned and beautiful wife. His only interest was in becoming an official, which he was even somewhat obsessed with.
The feeling of being in a high position, looking down on subordinates, and watching others treat you with utmost respect and flattery is simply irresistible!
After hanging up the phone, rajat couldn't sit still. He asked his wife, Rekha, to take leave from work and quickly tidy up their son's room for Mayor Verma's son to live in. He himself went to buy some furniture and other things.
In the evening, he waited happily for his son to come home from college, intending to instruct him to cultivate a good relationship with Mayor Verma's son, so that his son, if not successful in his career, would at least receive significant assistance after he came of age.
But his joy turned into anger. As soon as his son came home, he started arguing with him and didn't understand his good intentions at all.
"Rohan, Rohan! It's Mommy, open the door quickly!"
Mom stood in front of the study in her nightgown, feeling equally helpless.
She naturally knew about the plan to convert the study into a bedroom. Papa knew he couldn't hide it from her, so he told her about Mayor Sunny; otherwise, she wouldn't have agreed.
Thirty-seven-year-old Mom has fair skin and a beautiful face. Although she was not born into a wealthy family, she comes from a scholarly family. She is gentle, virtuous, and understanding. She understands her husband's actions very well. After all, the other party's status is too noble. It is impossible for Mayor Sunny's son to be allowed to sleep in the study.
Then her husband can forget about being the college principal!
Although Mom understood, she still felt a little uncomfortable. After all, Rohan was her son. Now, not only had she given up her son's room, but she had also made him move to the study. Anyone would feel bad about that.
"Mom, I'm fine, you should go to sleep."
Hearing my mother's anxious voice, I opened my bedroom door and whispered something.
"You say you're fine, but look at your red eyes!"
My mother came in, took my hand affectionately, and sat me on the folding bed. Her gentle eyes were filled with deep heartache. Looking at the red marks on my face that had not yet faded, she asked with concern, "Rohan, how are you? Does it still hurt?"
I shook my head dejectedly, hanging my head without responding.
"Ugh, your dad is really something. Why can't he just talk things out instead of resorting to violence!"
How could Mom not understand her son? Knowing I was still angry, she deliberately scolded her father a few times in front of me.
Then her eyes softened, and she gently hugged me and comforted me, saying, "Rohan, don't be angry. Don't you understand your father after all these years? That's just how he is. He's old-fashioned and has a bad temper. He's still doing well now. You got beaten a lot when you were little."
My mother spoke gently to comfort me, patting my shoulder softly. I listened silently, feeling extremely wronged, biting my lip and remaining silent.
Mom glanced at me and said softly, "However, Rohan, although your father's actions were wrong, you also made mistakes."
"It's not that Mom is blaming you, but he is still your father. No matter how angry you are, you shouldn't say those things to him. How would you feel if your child said those things to you in the future? We need to learn to put ourselves in others' shoes and consider their feelings, right?"
"Put yourself in someone else's shoes! Put yourself in someone else's shoes! Why isn't he putting himself in someone else's shoes!"
I should have just ignored it, because hearing those words made me angry. I huffed and puffed out like a child, still resentful of my father's self-righteous attitude.
"Pfft! Why are you still acting like a child?"
Mom smiled, her eyes crinkling upwards, her beautiful face blooming like a peach blossom. "Rohan, actually your father is doing this for your own good. He still cares about you a lot, he just hasn't said it out loud!"
Her husband said a lot on the phone today, and Mom deeply agreed with what he said.
The husband encouraged Rohan to get along well with Mayor verma's son. They were both around the same age and boys, so it should be easier for them to get along. If they became good friends, their son would have a benefactor in his life, who might even change his fate at a crucial moment.
Mom herself works for a state-owned enterprise, so she naturally understands the reasons behind it.
India has always been a society based on personal connections. Having connections and not having connections are two completely different concepts. Every year, dozens of college graduates join our company. Which one of them has a completely blank background?
There's some connection between them, more or less.
The longer Mom stayed in state-owned enterprises, the deeper her understanding became. Many things that are incredibly difficult for ordinary people are just a matter of making a phone call to important figures, and can be resolved easily. The difference between them is like heaven and earth.
"Mom! Why are you saying things like that?"
Hearing my mother's biased tone towards my father, I pouted slightly in dissatisfaction and retorted, "If he's good to me, would he ask me to give up my room? Would he let his son live in the study? You have no idea, I was almost furious just now, I really doubted if I was even his biological son!"
"Nonsense!"
Mom patted my head and chuckled softly, "If you're not our child, then whose are you? Mom carried you for ten months before giving birth to you. Don't say things like that again, or Mom will feel heartbroken!"
"Okay, Mom!" I nodded obediently.
Mom sighed and said, "Actually, your father let you sleep in the study with my permission."
"What?"
I turned to look at my mother in surprise. In my opinion, this idea should have been my father's decision on his own, but I didn't expect that my mother, who had always defended me, would agree to it!
"Mom, you knew? And you still agreed?" I drawled, complaining with a hint of jealousy, "Mom! How could you do this? You love me the most!"
Mom's brows relaxed, revealing a loving smile, and she said softly, "Of course, Mom loves you the most. From childhood to adulthood, when has Mom not been on your side?"
Looking into my mother's loving eyes, I nodded without saying a word.
My mother is right. Whenever I made a mistake and was disciplined when I was little, my mother would always stand up for me and speak up for me. She also cared a lot about my life and studies. Although she couldn't be all-encompassing and caring, she was at least very loving.
I didn't press my mother further; I simply waited with curiosity for her to continue.
"Rohan, don't blame your father. Actually, your father's friend is not simple. He is…" Mom was about to speak when her expression changed and she quickly stopped herself.
I didn't notice my mother's expression and asked curiously, "Who is he?"
"He is… a good friend of your father's…"
An awkward expression flashed across Mom's face, but she smiled and explained, "That person helped your father before, so your father agreed without hesitation this time. After all, you have to repay a favor, right?"
After all, she was an adult and had worked in a state-owned enterprise for many years. Mom quickly realized what was going on and told a lie against her will, but it was a white lie.
Her husband told her to keep the secret, not because the other person's identity needed to be kept secret, but because he was afraid that if their son found out, he would become timid or obsequious. If either of these mindsets were present, it would be difficult to make true friends. Only when their son didn't know could they maintain a normal mindset.
Equality in status is the fundamental factor in making friends; any adult who has been in society understands this.
When you feel superior or inferior to someone, it's very difficult for two people to develop a true friendship.
This is also what Mom felt about her husband—that despite his rough exterior, he was thoughtful and considerate; he was genuinely thinking of their son and had put in a lot of effort.
"Pshaw! I thought he was some big shot!"
Hearing that this was the only reason, I raised an eyebrow dismissively and snorted irritably.
It's just a friend, what's the big deal?
My father is now the principal of a high college, and my uncle Sunny is now the county magistrate. Who wouldn't give my father some respect?
But now my dad wants me to live in the study for the sake of his so-called friends, which is making a mountain out of a molehill!
It would be more appropriate to put him in the study!
Seeing her son's dismissive attitude, Mom worried that I might have a conflict with the other party in the future, and instructed him: "Rohan, you have to be proper in your attitude. When they come, you have to get along well with them. Try to be polite in daily life and don't be as arrogant as usual, understand?"
Mom tried to subtly persuade her son, but it's unclear how effective it was.
Although her son appeared obedient and well-behaved, he was actually quite proud. There were very few people in the county whom he respected. Mom just hoped that nothing unpleasant would happen.
"Mom! I understand! I've kept your words in mind!" I nodded earnestly, otherwise Mom might have kept nagging for a long time!
"Good boy, Rohan!"
My mother smiled, her pretty face still radiant even without makeup. Then, she gently stroked my cheek and asked with concern, "Rohan, does it really not hurt anymore?"
"Ouch!" I gasped in pain as my mother touched my face, and instinctively turned my head to one side.
My father was a burly man, and that angry slap really hurt!
"Pfft!"
Seeing my grinning face, my mother laughed so hard she nearly fell over. Her full breasts swayed slightly inside the neckline of her pajamas, the white expanse looking particularly dazzling.
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