Chapter 88 - 88: Wanting a Solitary Ending

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Yigol saw the threatening look on Suri’s face and could only put away his teasing thoughts, honestly saying, “Actually, I was thinking about Bob

Presley’s family.”

“What are you thinking about that for?” Suri asked, puzzled.

Yigol’s words made Suri feel uncomfortable.

They were in the hospital, and the Presley family had experienced such a thing, making her inexplicably uneasy.

Yigol didn’t notice Suri’s expression and continued, “I was thinking, actually, their family turning out this way is his father’s responsibility. If it weren’t for him, they wouldn’t have lost their lives.”

“Bob is actually a good person, except for being a bit extreme when it comes to being your lapdog. Although he likes to show off his wealth, it’s actually a manifestation of insecurity. With time, he’d easily forget his true self.”

“Children need to be taught from a young age. Obviously, his father rarely disciplined him. When something went wrong, he resorted to extreme methods, It’s because he was pushed to the limit that he acted the way he did,”

“In the end, he thought he could stop Bob with his authoritarian ways. It’s clear that Bob is rebellious, and this type of person responds better to gentle persuasion than force, yet his father likes to suppress him.”

“Bob’s father is actually a smart man, but he’s just not attentive when it comes to raising a child.”

Suri listened, puzzled: “Honey, do you regret how you treated the Presley family?”

Yigol shook his head: “No, I have nothing to regret. If I hadn’t dealt with them, the tragedy might have befallen us instead. You saw Bob’s extreme actions, and if he kept pestering you, who knows what crazy things he might have done later. ”

“I’m just thinking, when we have our own children, how can we properly educate them? Indulging them too much might steer them away from a correct outlook on life, but being too controlling isn’t good either.”

“I don’t know what kind of environment made Bob so obsessed with your matters.”

“A single thought might result in two extremes. We really need to reflect on how to properly raise our own children.”

“We can’t be too indulgent or too strict. Each child’s tolerance is different. Clearly, Bob grew up overindulged and unbound by rules. You were also raised without rules, but your values are completely different.”

“It’s not easy being a parent. One wrong action might lead to a child’s tragedy.

Suri, how can we educate our children so they walk the right path?”

Seeing Yigol’s serious expression, Suri was a bit speechless: “Are you too free? Why are you thinking about these intangible things?”

“Otherwise, think about your life when you get old? Imagine an ending of dying alone?”

Yigol grinned at Suri: “No need to worry about that. With my dear wife, I won’t die alone. I’m very capable; I can give you a football team of children, and provide for them. So, as long as you’re willing, I’m here to support you.”

“I can already imagine the scene when you’re old and toothless, surrounded by our filial children, making you laugh heartily. A toothless old lady, haha…”

The next second, Yigol cried out in pain: ‘IAh… honey, you’re murdering your husband!”

His waist was caught in Suri’s hand. Yigol looked at her with a face of grievances – he had barely said two sentences, and his wife was already getting physical again.

Wasn’t it the legendary pain and happiness?

Getting out of bed, Suri didn’t use much force at first, but each time was stronger than the last.

Since Suri was a girl who regularly exercised, her strength was greater than others. When she struck harder, Yigol couldn’t handle it anymore.

“I am toothless, am I?” Suri asked threateningly.

A woman’s appearance is her greatest concern, and Yigol dared to describe her aging face, which was asking for trouble.

“No, no, no, honey, you heard wrong. You ‘Il always look 18 and beautiful. That was just me talking nonsense, nonsense, hehe…” Yigol hurriedly placated, fearing that Suri might pinch off all his flesh.

Although Suri was threatened, the sweet nonsense Yigol created made her blush.

This man, his mouth was so sweet it could make others sick, but he was also so annoying that he deserved a beating, leaving Suri helpless.

Even though the words were nauseating, Suri found them very pleasant coming from Yigol and asked, “What’s next?”

Yigol’s mouth opened: ‘My beautiful wife, with just a glance, could scare a cow to death…”

“Ah… honey, it’s a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue…” This time, Suri let go of his waist and deeply kissed his arm instead, leaving a complete set of teeth marks after a while.

“That’s for being so cheeky…” Suri looked satisfied at her work, turned around, lay down on the accompanying bed, and directly showed Yigol her back. Yigol couldn’t help but chuckle, looking down at his hand and sniffing it. “Ah, you bastard, what are you doing?”

While Yigol wasn’t paying attention, Suri had secretly turned around and covered herself with a blanket, carefully watching Yigol’s every move through a gap. Seeing Yigol sniff the place she had just bitten, she became infuriated. Yigol quickly put his hand down: “Nothing, honey, I was just…”

Suri angrily got off the bed, took a wet wipe, grabbed Yigol’s hand, and wiped the teeth marks over and over again.

It wasn’t until Yigol’s arm was red that she finally stopped.

“Honey, I was just thinking whether I should call a doctor or not,” Yigol whispered.

Suri, puzzled, asked, “Why are you looking for a doctor?”

Suri, who was worried that Yigol might be uncomfortable somewhere, became furious when she heard his answer and fluffed up again..