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However, while Yan Jinsu sighed with guilt, she also found herself utterly powerless to improve the situation!
It wasn’t that she didn’t love her children, but some misunderstandings and resentments had arisen that wouldn’t just disappear with love, nor simply because she was the one who gave birth to them, could they get along happily.
Just like with the Yan Family... over all these years, even with her birth parents, she still couldn’t enjoy a pleasant relationship. Feelings can’t be forced, not even familial ones.
On the other hand, one could only say that the three little baozis had been too successfully brainwashed by Little Shier.
And Yan Jinsu never wanted to bother her husband with household matters.
Over these decades, Xie Jingchen’s official title might have been just Rong District Chief, but the burden he bore was so great that he had very little time to return home.
No wonder Shiyi always blamed her for being useless, for not being able to keep her husband at home. In reality, it wasn’t about ’keeping him home’ at all; she truly didn’t want to trouble the man she dearly loved.
She thought of her husband’s promise to her, that once the children were adults, he would retire and spend time growing old with her...
Undeniably, that promise was too wonderful. Because of such thoughts and expectations, Yan Jinsu allowed her husband to continue with the work he was passionate about.
Everyone has their own path, and Yan Jinsu didn’t want to shackle her husband’s mission with family obligations.
Sometimes, Yan Jinsu didn’t even understand herself; she desperately wanted to be with her husband and to spoil her children a bit more so they wouldn’t be so distant from her.
But there are only so many hours in a day, the children have to go to school, and she also had her own responsibilities –
If one can’t have it all in life... Yan Jinsu could only let her children continue to misunderstand her.
After all, it was either they misunderstood her or her husband.
It was better they misunderstand her; she spent her days indoors, where life was void of any danger. But if they misunderstood their father, and his attention lapsed, it could very well cost him his life at any moment!
Therefore, Yan Jinsu would rather have the children continue to misunderstand her.
Seeing Mommy’s face suddenly turn pale, Xie Yuchen, who bore a resemblance to Xie Jingchen by about seventy percent, changed his expression instantly and anxiously asked in a hurry:
"Mommy, what’s wrong?"
Yan Jinsu shook her head, recovered from a bout of heart palpitations, and smiled reassuringly at her eldest son:
"Xiaojiu, don’t worry, they’re all my children, how could I truly be angry at them? It’s just that in the future, you’ll have a hard time; Mommy didn’t raise them well, so you’ll have to take extra care of them."
"Mommy, rest assured, I will spend more time disciplining them in the future, don’t be angry with Little Shier. Little Shier has just been spoiled by us."
"Mmm~" Yan Jinsu leaned on the sofa, nodding weakly.
Xie Yuchen, however, realized that deep down, Mommy was still hurt.
Because Dad was seldom home, and when he was, he would go out of his way to spoil Little Shier, alternating between showering him with affection and training the four brothers –
When they couldn’t stand it anymore, Mommy would just watch coldly; only Little Shier would plead on their behalf.
So, after many occasions like this, the younger ones, Shiyi and the rest, believed that Mommy didn’t like them, and that the only one who truly cared for them was Little Shier, leading them to misunderstand and hold prejudice against Mommy, resulting in such a cold relationship.
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