The Mother's True Colors Revealed: Huang Lang's Story

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In the accounting office of a building materials wholesale company, Jiao Guiping was working overtime. As this was a newly established private enterprise, the financial accounts were complex and disorganized. For a seasoned accountant with twenty years of experience, her professional skills were unquestionable, but the sheer volume of work was giving her a headache. It was 8 PM on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, and Jiao Guiping was the only one working overtime in the entire second-floor office building. The sounds of typing and flipping through ledgers could be clearly heard in the empty office. In fact, Jiao Guiping had already started working before the company's New Year's holiday ended on the third day of the Lunar New Year. She wasn't a workaholic; she also wanted more free time to rest and relax, but her years of cultivated professional ethics and sense of responsibility compelled her to do so. Jiao Guiping had only recently joined the company. Previously, she had been the director of the finance department at a state-owned enterprise, where she had a cashier, Xiao Zhang, who was the niece of the company's leader, and an accountant, Xiao Zhao, who had over ten years of experience as Jiao Guiping's deputy. Xiao Zhao was easygoing, even somewhat weak-willed. In 2016, during the restructuring and reform of state-owned enterprises, Xiao Zhao, who had no connections and relatively little experience, was inevitably targeted for downsizing. This was a devastating blow to Xiao Zhao, whose family was not well-off and whose husband was in poor health. During that period, she often cried to Jiao Guiping. Jiao Guiping was kind-hearted and had a rare sense of loyalty among women. She was a well-known leader in the company. After much deliberation, she took the initiative to apply for medical retirement. Xiao Zhao was extremely grateful, as this not only saved her job but also meant that she had the opportunity to be promoted to the position of director. This action might not have been entirely ethical, but for Xiao Zhao, it was an immense favor, enough to save her family. Working in a state-owned enterprise is an art, and Jiao Guiping, having worked there for twenty years, was well-versed in its intricacies. After some maneuvering, she received a considerable compensation payment on top of her original pension base, so she didn't suffer any financial loss. The intricacies of this process are self-evident. Years of working with numbers had left Jiao Guiping physically and mentally exhausted. She had initially planned to retire early and enjoy life, but after a trip, she felt that retirement was nothing special. In fact, she was still several years away from the normal retirement age, and with good health, she was in her prime. After being unemployed for half a year, she finally couldn't bear the emptiness and boredom and took a job as an accountant at a newly established company. Winter nights come early, and if it weren't for her hunger, Jiao Guiping wouldn't have realized how late she had been working. After all, she was a woman, and facing the empty office, she couldn't help but feel a little scared. Looking at her watch, it was already 8:30. She hurriedly packed up her ledgers and laptop, hoping to take a taxi home to finish her work before she could hail a cab. Walking down the corridor, the sound of her high heels was particularly loud. Besides fear, a slight resentment welled up inside her. They'd been married for almost twenty years, and her husband had long lost his tenderness and consideration. Knowing she was working so late, why couldn't he drive to pick her up, or even bring her dinner? He didn't care that his wife was working on an empty stomach, not even a phone call. But this thought vanished in an instant. Her husband, a civil servant, had been promoted a year ago to lead a department in another city. He rarely came home; she wanted him to stay home and spend time with their son. Jiao Guiping, clutching her ledgers and laptop, waited for over ten minutes on the winter street before finally managing to hail a taxi. Her thick down jacket couldn't ward off the January wind, and with the holiday season in full swing, it was incredibly difficult to find a cab. As soon as she got in, the driver asked, "Where are you going, ma'am?" Jiao Guiping was taken aback. She glanced at the driver, who looked to be almost sixty. He was calling her "Big Sister," and she thought to herself that she was only in her forties. She was busy taking care of her family and work, neglecting her appearance. A few shallow crow's feet had appeared at the corners of her eyes, and her figure was slightly plump due to the lack of exercise at work, even having a small belly. Her clothes weren't particularly stylish either. But even if she looked terrible, it shouldn't be enough for a sixty-year-old to call her "Big Sister," right? The pressure of work was making her a little irritable, but she was still polite enough not to argue with a stranger over a careless remark. She just gave a helpless, bitter smile, took off the scarf covering her head and face, and said, "Donghua Jiayuan residential area, please hurry, thank you." My name is Huang Lang, and I attend the Sixth Middle School. My mother is Jiao Guiping. Since my father was promoted to work in another city, we've rarely seen each other. This year, he only had seven days of annual leave, and tomorrow he's off to work in another city again. It's only a four or five-hour drive between the two places, but my father is busy with work and has many responsibilities. My mother also took on an accounting job, so she's busy on both fronts. It's rare for the family to get together and enjoy some quality time. I was sitting on the sofa with my father, watching a table tennis match between China and Sweden. Actually, I'm not interested in table tennis; I'm just keeping my father entertained. We were eating sunflower seeds and chatting, mostly about his work and my studies. Luckily, my grades are okay, otherwise my father would blame my mother for not taking good care of me. Our conversation turned to my mother. She said, "What is your mother always busy with? She's still not home so late. What kind of extra work is she doing during the Spring Festival? She's so overworked!" My father's words were harsh, but understandable. He's a rather traditional man, somewhat chauvinistic. Our family is considered upper-middle class in our area. My mother doesn't work and never worries about making ends meet. In my father's mind, my mother's job is to be a good wife and mother, taking good care of me. A woman's work is just icing on the cake, optional. "My mom became completely negative during those six months at home. You know her, such a strong-willed person. Making her content to be a housewife is worse than letting her go to jail." "Don't talk nonsense! What are you talking about going to jail for the New Year!" As a public servant, my father has seen too many cases of violations and illegal activities, and he's very averse to these words. But he still agreed with me: "Your mother loved to be in the spotlight when she was young. She was always at the forefront of any event at work, like Mu Guiying, never missing a beat." I chuckled and asked, "I heard my mom even danced?" Dad tossed the sunflower seed shells on the table, lit a cigarette, and said while smoking, "That's right. Back in our youth, everyone was into dancing, like the three-step and four-step dances. I wasn't good at it, but I loved joining in the fun. Your mom and I met at a social dance organized by her workplace. Back then, she didn't have the 'barrel waist' of today; her waist was tiny, what we'd call an A4 waist now. I remember everyone was quite reserved. Chairman Xu from the union suggested inviting someone to dance for everyone to liven things up, but no one was too shy to go up. Just as Chairman Xu was about to call on someone, your mom volunteered and jumped out from the crowd. She was wearing a red skirt and a white top with net sleeves, which was quite avant-garde for those days. You couldn't buy clothes like that in the market, and even if you could, nobody would dare to wear them. Later I found out that she had altered that top herself." "Wow, my mom is so skillful!" Hearing this, I couldn't help but imagine what my mom was like back then; she must have been the center of attention wherever she went. Dad continued, "Your mom was not only fashionable and daring when she was young, but she was also a great dancer. Like that dancer named Yang Liping, who danced the Peacock Dance. I don't know who she learned it from." I chuckled, "And then you were captivated by my mom? You started pursuing her?" Dad chuckled, flicked his cigarette ash, and said, "There's a little story behind that." I excitedly asked, "What little story? Was someone competing with you?" "No, not at all. I thought this girl danced quite well and was pretty. I bet she had a lot of suitors. Back then, I was just a lowly clerk. How could I dare to hope to find such a good girl? I didn't even dare to have any thoughts about it." Hearing this, I seemed to find some clues. Although my dad is now a leader and sometimes acts a bit like a chauvinist with my mom, he still doesn't dare to go against her wishes too much. Take work, for example. My mom insisted on re-entering the workforce, and my dad couldn't stop her. It turns out that he had laid the foundation when he was young and felt that he wasn't good enough for my mom. Now, even though he has a higher status, the psychological shadow left from his youth still can't be completely erased. He's still a bit afraid of my mom, haha. Under my repeated questioning, my dad continued to tell the story of how they met and fell in love: We were standing in a circle on the dance floor, watching her dance. Just as the dance was about to end, she lifted the corner of her skirt and started spinning on the floor. Her dance moves were just like a beautiful peacock. But as she spun, she somehow tripped and fell. I was shocked and asked, "What happened?" "Are you alright?" "No, your mom just happened to fall down next to me, and I caught her." At this point, my usually very confident dad became slightly shy. Haha, it seems Mom's charm completely won him over; he still reminisces about it now. Dad and I chatted and laughed for a while, then checked the time—it was already past nine. Mom still hadn't come home, and we were both a little worried. Dad picked up his phone and dialed Mom's number, tossing his cigarette butt into the ashtray as he told me, "Go, flush the ash down the toilet. Don't let Mom see it. Also, open the door to let in some fresh air." I took the ashtray, went into the bathroom, picked up the remaining cigarette butt, took a deep drag, and then flushed it down the toilet. When my parents aren't home, I sometimes have a cigarette to satisfy my craving. At school, I also have a group of friends who often hide in the bathroom smoking.I'm not exactly a model student. These past few days, my dad's been keeping a close eye on me at home, and I've actually been craving a cigarette. Before Mom could even answer the phone, we could already hear her ringing in the hallway. Seeing it was Dad calling, and already at the door, she naturally didn't answer. She opened the door and saw me coming out of the bathroom with an ashtray, and smelled a strong odor of smoke. Without a word, she pointed at Dad and started scolding him: "What did I tell you? No smoking in the house! Go outside and smoke in the hallway! You've made this room stink! Can't anyone stay here?" Dad wasn't going to back down, saying, "Why can't we stay here? Aren't we both home?" Mom, changing her shoes at the door, ignored him and turned to scold me: "I told you to watch your dad at home and not let him smoke, and this is how you watch him? And you even helped him destroy evidence!" I didn't dare provoke her, stuck out my tongue, put the ashtray on the table, and went back to my room. Mom took off her bulky down coat, went straight to the bedroom to change into her pajamas, and then went to the bathroom to wash up. As soon as she entered, she started yelling angrily: "What have you been doing at home? The dirty clothes have been sitting in the basket all day without you even putting them in the washing machine! You expect me to do everything! I'm exhausted after a long day, and I still have to do your laundry when I get home!" It turned out that the clothes my husband and I had taken off, along with our smelly socks, were still in the basket, which gave Mom, who was already irritable, a trigger to completely explode. Listening to Mom yelling as she took the dirty clothes from the basket and threw them forcefully into the washing machine, I could only cower like a turtle, not daring to provoke her at that moment. As the saying goes, a wise person avoids dangerous situations. At first, Dad remained silent, but as he listened, he grew increasingly annoyed and retorted, "It's not like I asked you to come home so late. Why not enjoy your peaceful life instead of making yourself suffer? How much money can you make with that lousy job? Our son is about to take the high school entrance exam. Wouldn't it be better if you stayed home and tutored him? What will you say if he doesn't get into a good school?" Mom, hearing this, became even more agitated. She stormed into the living room, glaring at Dad, and said, "Tutor him? You're never home. I do everything, both inside and outside the house. All you know is how to work. Why should I be a housewife? You're worried about our son's education? Why don't you take him to your place and find him a good school? You can tutor him then. I want to see how much better it would be!" Seeing that Mom was truly angry, Dad fell silent, snorted, and turned his back to her, frantically changing channels on the remote, trying to hide his embarrassment. Mom didn't stop nagging because of Dad's silence; instead, she got even angrier: "Do you know how hard it's been for me to take care of you two all these years? You never care about anything at home. I even have to find someone to change the gas cylinder, and I have to fix the lights. Is this what women are supposed to do? When I was young, which of my girlfriends didn't envy me? Ever since I married you and had a child, I've been unlucky. Look at all my girlfriends; aren't they all living better lives than me? And look at how old I've become!" Mom said, pressing her fingers to her crow's feet to show Dad, and continued: "You still want me to stay at home? Do you really want to tie me up at home and make me your slave, your maid? From now on, don't interfere in my affairs!" Dad retorted: "I keep you at home so you can enjoy your retirement, don't you?" "You can have your beauty and fitness routines done, nobody's stopping you. You like dancing, right? Quit that lousy job and sign up for a dance class. I support you dancing!" Mom scoffed, "Come on, that's easy for you to say. Last year, you wouldn't even let me dance the tango with everyone in the community activity room. A dance class, my foot! While I'm dancing, you're at home doing housework? Easy for you to say!" "What good can you possibly get out of dancing with those old men and women, and that Old Wang too?" "Shut up!" As soon as Dad mentioned Old Wang, Mom immediately got angry, glaring at him and saying, "Are you ever going to stop? We've only danced together twice! Why do you keep bringing this up? You're a grown man, don't you have any temper?" Dad was about to say something more, but Mom simply stopped listening, waving her hand haphazardly to stop him from continuing, and angrily went into the bathroom to do laundry. The couple didn't exchange a single word all night. Mom finished washing the clothes and wiping the floor; it was past ten o'clock. Ignoring Dad, she went to her room to sleep. Dad watched TV in the living room until very late, and eventually slipped back to his room, sprawling out on the edge of the bed to sleep. The next morning, before they even got out of bed, Dad suddenly said he had to go back to work. Mom was surprised and said, "Didn't you say you were leaving tomorrow? Why did you change it to today? You didn't tell me earlier, and I haven't prepared anything for you yet." Dad said, "The union in my area organized a New Year's table tennis tournament for various government departments. Xiao Hu has been drinking at home these past few days and is completely drunk. He only remembered to send me the documents last night. I have to go back early to make arrangements." Mom, while getting dressed, said, "The New Year is over! What's the point of celebrating it now? Honestly, I told you Xiao Hu is unreliable, but you wouldn't listen. You still treat him like a confidant. Last time he came to our house to deliver something, his eyes were darting around, scanning everywhere. He's obviously not mature or steady; he's not secretary material." Mom, already dressed, went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Dad. Although she was short on time, she was quick and efficient, managing to cook a bowl of noodles and make two small side dishes. It wasn't a lavish meal, but it was palatable. Dad quickly washed his face and started eating. Mom didn't eat with him; instead, she busied herself packing Dad's clothes, constantly grumbling about Xiao Hu. Suddenly remembering something, she came to the dining room and said, "By the way, Lao Huang, I'm warning you, you're not allowed to go to that ping-pong tournament. Do I need to remind you how you injured your back? If you twist it again, no one will take care of you!" "Okay, okay, I know, but I'm the leader. Even if I don't participate, I still have to go, to cheer on the comrades," Dad said, wiping his mouth after finishing his meal and standing up to leave. Mom said dismissively, "Come on, it's just a ping-pong tournament, it's not a big deal. You make it sound so important." She then handed Dad the bag she had already prepared. "You don't understand. Nowadays, leaders look not only at work ability, but also at the cohesion between superiors and subordinates. Cultural and sports events like these are the best way to demonstrate the relationship between cadres and the masses. If you win first place, that counts as a political achievement.""Fine, nobody's stopping you. You like dancing, right? Quit that lousy job, sign up for a dance class, I support you dancing." Mom scoffed, "Come on, that's easy for you to say. Last year I danced tango with everyone in the community activity room and you wouldn't let me. A dance class, my foot! If I go dancing, you stay home and do housework? Easy for you to say!" "What good can you possibly do dancing with those old men and women? And that Old Wang..." "Shut up!" As soon as Dad mentioned Old Wang, Mom immediately got angry, glaring at him and saying, "Are you ever going to stop? We've only danced together twice! Why do you keep bringing this up? You're a grown man, don't you have any temper?" Dad was about to say something more when Mom simply stopped listening, waving her hand haphazardly to stop him from continuing, and angrily went into the bathroom to do laundry. The couple didn't exchange a single word all night. Mom finished washing the clothes and wiping the floor; it was past ten o'clock. Ignoring Dad, she went to her room to sleep. Dad watched TV in the living room until very late, and eventually slipped back to his room, sprawling out on the edge of the bed to sleep. The next morning, before they even got out of bed, Dad suddenly said he had to go back to work. Mom was surprised and said, "Didn't you say you were leaving tomorrow? Why did you change it to today? You didn't tell me earlier, and I haven't prepared anything for you yet." Dad said, "The union in my area organized a New Year's table tennis tournament for various government departments. Xiao Hu has been drinking at home these past few days and is completely drunk. He only remembered to send me the documents last night. I have to go back early to make arrangements." Mom, while getting dressed, said, "The New Year is over! What's the point of celebrating it now? Honestly, I told you Xiao Hu is unreliable, but you wouldn't listen. You still treat him like a confidant. Last time he came to our house to deliver something, his eyes were darting around, scanning everywhere. He's obviously not mature or steady; he's not secretary material." Mom, already dressed, went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Dad. Although she was short on time, she was quick and efficient, managing to cook a bowl of noodles and make two small side dishes. It wasn't a lavish meal, but it was palatable. Dad quickly washed his face and started eating. Mom didn't eat with him; instead, she busied herself packing Dad's clothes, constantly grumbling about Xiao Hu. Suddenly remembering something, she came to the dining room and said, "By the way, Lao Huang, I'm warning you, you're not allowed to go to that ping-pong tournament. Do I need to remind you how you injured your back? If you twist it again, no one will take care of you!" "Okay, okay, I know, but I'm the leader. Even if I don't participate, I still have to go, to cheer on the comrades," Dad said, wiping his mouth after finishing his meal and standing up to leave. Mom said dismissively, "Come on, it's just a ping-pong tournament, it's not a big deal. You make it sound so important." She then handed Dad the bag she had already prepared. "You don't understand. Nowadays, leaders look not only at work ability, but also at the cohesion between superiors and subordinates. Cultural and sports events like these are the best way to demonstrate the relationship between cadres and the masses. If you win first place, that counts as a political achievement.""Fine, nobody's stopping you. You like dancing, right? Quit that lousy job, sign up for a dance class, I support you dancing." Mom scoffed, "Come on, that's easy for you to say. Last year I danced tango with everyone in the community activity room and you wouldn't let me. A dance class, my foot! If I go dancing, you stay home and do housework? Easy for you to say!" "What good can you possibly do dancing with those old men and women? And that Old Wang..." "Shut up!" As soon as Dad mentioned Old Wang, Mom immediately got angry, glaring at him and saying, "Are you ever going to stop? We've only danced together twice! Why do you keep bringing this up? You're a grown man, don't you have any temper?" Dad was about to say something more when Mom simply stopped listening, waving her hand haphazardly to stop him from continuing, and angrily went into the bathroom to do laundry. The couple didn't exchange a single word all night. Mom finished washing the clothes and wiping the floor; it was past ten o'clock. Ignoring Dad, she went to her room to sleep. Dad watched TV in the living room until very late, and eventually slipped back to his room, sprawling out on the edge of the bed to sleep. The next morning, before they even got out of bed, Dad suddenly said he had to go back to work. Mom was surprised and said, "Didn't you say you were leaving tomorrow? Why did you change it to today? You didn't tell me earlier, and I haven't prepared anything for you yet." Dad said, "The union in my area organized a New Year's table tennis tournament for various government departments. Xiao Hu has been drinking at home these past few days and is completely drunk. He only remembered to send me the documents last night. I have to go back early to make arrangements." Mom, while getting dressed, said, "The New Year is over! What's the point of celebrating it now? Honestly, I told you Xiao Hu is unreliable, but you wouldn't listen. You still treat him like a confidant. Last time he came to our house to deliver something, his eyes were darting around, scanning everywhere. He's obviously not mature or steady; he's not secretary material." Mom, already dressed, went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Dad. Although she was short on time, she was quick and efficient, managing to cook a bowl of noodles and make two small side dishes. It wasn't a lavish meal, but it was palatable. Dad quickly washed his face and started eating. Mom didn't eat with him; instead, she busied herself packing Dad's clothes, constantly grumbling about Xiao Hu. Suddenly remembering something, she came to the dining room and said, "By the way, Lao Huang, I'm warning you, you're not allowed to go to that ping-pong tournament. Do I need to remind you how you injured your back? If you twist it again, no one will take care of you!" "Okay, okay, I know, but I'm the leader. Even if I don't participate, I still have to go, to cheer on the comrades," Dad said, wiping his mouth after finishing his meal and standing up to leave. Mom said dismissively, "Come on, it's just a ping-pong tournament, it's not a big deal. You make it sound so important." She then handed Dad the bag she had already prepared. "You don't understand. Nowadays, leaders look not only at work ability, but also at the cohesion between superiors and subordinates. Cultural and sports events like these are the best way to demonstrate the relationship between cadres and the masses. If you win first place, that counts as a political achievement."
"Okay, okay, I don't understand these things, and don't tell me. I just know you shouldn't get hurt again. Being healthy is more important than anything else." Just as Dad was about to leave, Mom hurriedly called him back. She took a tea box from the first-aid kit, opened it to reveal small plastic bags filled with various red and green pills. Mom put the bags in Dad's bag, reminding him: "I've packed all the medicines separately. Remember to take one small packet morning and night. Try to smoke less and drink less alcohol over there. If you really want to drink, drink the wine I bought for you; it's in the trunk. Drive slowly, don't break it." Dad nodded and left. Mom saw him off to the garage, constantly giving him instructions, until she watched his car drive out of the neighborhood before going home.

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