Wealthy Beauty in the 60s-Chapter 166 - 165 Mom, I Am Not Your Biological Child?

"Dad, when my older sisters were looking for partners, what were your requirements for their future partners?" Jiaxing asked as soon as he got home and approached Guoqiang.

"What are you asking that for?" Guoqiang asked.

"Just asking." Jiaxing said.

"You sneaky kid," Guoqiang said, "what else can I require? I just hoped to find good sons-in-law."

"I was asking about the criteria, detailed ones, like personality, sense of responsibility, height and weight, and stuff like that."

As soon as Jiaxing finished speaking, Guoqiang said, "Your two sisters were just village girls, and their husbands too came from the village. Hardworking, honest, and stable—that’s all that was needed. What more criteria could there be?"

Jiaxing was speechless. It seemed he wasn’t going to hear what he wanted from his dad so he turned away from Guoqiang and went to find Zheng Xianghong.

Xianghong was cleaning up in the kitchen. Jiaxing walked in and Xianghong said, "What are you doing in here? It’s all ashes, hurry and get out."

"Mom, I want to ask you something," Jiaxing said.

"What is it? Wait till I finish sweeping the floor and cleaning up the kitchen," Xianghong said.

"You can keep cleaning, that won’t stop us from talking," Jiaxing, like a boy experiencing his first crush, had his mind full of meeting the parents and was eager to know the answers. freeweɓnovel-cøm

"Alright then, ask away," Xianghong, seeing Jiaxing like this, put down what she was doing.

"Mom, when big sister and second sister were looking at matchmakers, what were your requirements and expectations for their future sons-in-law? What kind of person did you hope they would find?" Jiaxing asked.

"What else could there be? Just that they should be good-tempered, honest, and hardworking," Xianghong replied.

Jiaxing was not too satisfied with this answer and then said, "What about their looks? Height? Education? Didn’t those matter?"

"Even though your sisters had some education, they were just village girls from the village. Recognizing a few words was enough for their partners. What need was there for higher education, and higher-educated people wouldn’t be a match for them anyway," Xianghong finished.

At this, Jiaxing was speechless.

Xianghong added, "But definitely, I hoped my sons-in-law would be healthy. That’s the primary condition. Sick and scrawny, like a beanpole without any strength—what use would that kind of son-in-law be? It would just make my daughters’ lives harder."

Jiaxing nodded, finally hearing something useful, then continued to chat with Xianghong before leaving.

Coming out of the kitchen, Jiaxing saw Guoqiang sitting at the doorway and said, "Dad, aren’t you going to the team headquarters?"

Guoqiang shook his head, "As a production team leader, dealing with production is enough. Why bother going there without any reason?"

Jiaxing hummed a response and was about to go back to his room when Guoqiang said, "You sneaky kid, come here."

"What is it?" Jiaxing grudgingly moved closer.

Guoqiang whispered, "Be honest with Dad, are you dating Educated Youth Xia?"

Jiaxing shook his head but Guoqiang didn’t believe it. "You’re not dating Educated Youth Xia, yet you’re asking these questions, and even ran to the kitchen to ask your mom? This doesn’t seem like something you’d care about."

"I’m not dating anyone. If I were, you’d definitely know, why would I hide it?" Jiaxing said.

Examining Jiaxing closely, his father said, "You might fool others, but not me or your mom. Right now, you look totally lovesick."

Jiaxing glared, "Lovesick? Stop talking nonsense."

"Just look in the mirror, see your expression. You’re my flesh and blood; can I not know? I’ve been through it all, I would know."

After Guoqiang’s words, Jiaxing leaned in closer to his dad, looking him over from left to right.

Guoqiang leaned back slightly, touching his face and said, "What are you looking at? Is there something on your dad’s face?"

"Dad, please tell me I won’t grow up to look like you," Jiaxing said worriedly.

Guoqiang bragged, "Of course you will, I looked just like you when I was young. But my boy, you’ll exceed me, ’blue outshining the indigo.’"

Jiaxing’s face fell immediately, "Dad, how come you just kept getting worse looking? If I end up like you, I’m doomed." If Xia Xiao, so focused on appearances, knew he’d look like his dad someday, she’d surely despise him.

"What do you mean ’worse’? You wouldn’t exist without me," Guoqiang’s eyes now flared, the thought of a son who belittled him almost made him want to whack someone with a smoke pipe.

"You’re my dad, how could I belittle you? I’m afraid others might," Jiaxing said.

"Who dares to belittle you? Kid, why are you so lacking, not having any of your dad’s spirit. Back then..." Guoqiang paused as Xianghong came out.

"What happened back then, Dad? Why did you stop?" Jiaxing urged, curious to hear more.

"What happened?" Xianghong inquired.

"Dad was talking about the past, but didn’t continue. Why did you have to come out just now, Mom?" Jiaxing still wanted to listen.

Xianghong chuckled, "What’s there to say? Your dad wasn’t half what you are now. He passed your mom a note, with several circles drawn on it, which your mom didn’t understand. Then your dad spent the night by the car wheels."

Ha! Jiaxing laughed.

Guoqiang added another piece, "Also, that night I was fixing the car, definitely not waiting for anyone. I’m off to the team headquarters, won’t be back for lunch."

As Guoqiang headed out, Xianghong commented, "Look at your dad, can’t argue properly, so he leaves."

Yet Jiaxing was already laughing merrily. He stood up, rubbed his stomach and said, "Mom, you and Dad really crack me up, I’m dying of laughter."

Xianghong shot back, "Laughing? You’re not much smarter than your dad, just another foolish boy."

"Mom, I need to ask you something," Jiaxing approached again.

"What is it?" Xianghong asked.

"Mom, tell me, why are you so afraid of the old mansion? It doesn’t seem like you and Dad are on bad terms," Jiaxing quietly asked.

With a slap, Xianghong struck Jiaxing’s forehead, "Nonsense, stop imagining things."

"No way, you and Dad definitely have some secret you’re keeping from us," Jiaxing didn’t believe.

"Really, there’s nothing."

"Mom, am I really your son? Why don’t you want to tell me? There must be something."

As Jiaxing finished, Xianghong’s gaze flickered, and Jiaxing cried out startled, "Mom, don’t scare me like that. I’m not really your son, am I?"

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