The Qi parents both knew that their son had been with Sun Qing for quite some time now, and moreover, he had been gritting his teeth and saying that once he held his grandchild, he wouldn't recognize them. But why on earth hadn't the two managed to conceive yet?
Upon some reflection, even the soft-hearted Mother Qi toughened up. After all, their son was young; he could play around for a few more years, settle down, and it would still be fine whenever he turned back.
This put Wu Qing and the poor little couple Sun Qing in a tough spot.
Multiple times, Sun Qing had also persuaded him to return.
But Wu Qing, that stubborn donkey, simply wouldn't budge.
With that obstinance, nearly a year had passed, with neither son nor father showing any hint of compromise. The old man continued his nonchalant, unbothered ways. The son kept leading Sun Qing around, living his jovial life of luxury, feeling so pleased with himself that he couldn't be bothered with his father.
