Chapter 234 The poor mother, still unaware of her mistake

【Lucky bag? 】

Master Gu is launching a surprise attack! Hurry, or you'll miss out!

[This is terrible! I've already clicked on it, but it's just spinning and there's nothing there. Is my internet speed that slow because I'm sitting on the router?]

I wash my hands every time I watch a live stream, but these stinky hands are useless!

"It's nothing, just some small gifts. Those who receive them, please send me a private message and I'll send them to you."

He Sihan sat at home staring at his phone. In terms of internet speed, he felt that no one was faster than him. Did that mean he didn't deserve it?

He didn't manage to snag a gift either, but looking at the bracelet on his wrist, he smiled happily.

Since that last time, I've only chatted with her occasionally, and it seems like we haven't seen each other since.

It seems I need to find some time to take things a step further with her; his wife is busier than he, the domineering CEO.

[I don't know what others got, but I actually drew a beauty pill! Master, how are you so amazing? You even knew I had pimples! I'll endorse this master; the beauty pill will definitely not disappoint me.]

[I also received the beauty-enhancing pills; they should have been distributed uniformly.]

"Alright, I'll be handing out lucky bags from now on to liven things up. You guys said I've been wearing a long face lately, right? Now that I'm full, I feel better. Let's get started."

A flashy sports car dominated the screen. This gift seems much more expensive than the "bright moon rising over the sea" that my divination predicted. That one only cost a little over four hundred, while this one costs over a thousand.

Sending such a big gift suggests you've encountered quite a bit of trouble.

Gu Yunxi directly requested a connection, but unexpectedly, it took a long time before the other end answered.

It's true that you hear someone's voice before you see them.

A commotion could be heard coming from the camera, seemingly between a mother and child.

"Zhang Shuo, what exactly are you trying to do? The teacher called yesterday to say you skipped class again. How many times has this happened this semester? What are you doing?"

"What can you do? Aren't you annoying? You're always controlling me, you're making me feel suffocated."

With a "bang," the door slammed shut, and things seemed to quiet down over there.

The woman then picked up her phone from the table, and somehow it connected to a call.

The woman turned around, wiped her sweat, grabbed a stool, and sat down. "I'm so sorry, everyone. Please excuse my son. He's driving me crazy with worry."

“If the teacher hadn’t called, I wouldn’t have known he skipped class. It’s Saturday today, and he skipped class yesterday. He didn’t come all night and only came back tonight. I said a few words to him, and he not only argued with me but also gave me a hard time. How can a middle school student be so rebellious?”

[I imagine many families are experiencing this: children enter adolescence and it's difficult for parents to listen to anything they say.]

Yes, I just went through that stage. What we need to do is to guide them patiently, not argue with them, and listen to their true thoughts and what they really want to do.

If it's correct, we can support it; if it's wrong, we need to guide it in the right way. Arguing incessantly won't get us anywhere; it will only make the child resent us more.

Although I am a student, I think the woman above is right. Every minor and child has their own privacy. If they reveal this to their parents without any purpose, they may feel uncomfortable to some extent and gradually begin to rebel.

“Although you’re right, he’s already in his final year of junior high, a bit older than his peers, almost 16, and he understands everything, so why would he do this?”

The woman started wiping away tears again as she spoke, “The child’s father works out of town all year round and never cares about anything at home. Every time I ask for money, I have to watch his face. Later, I found a job at the supermarket outside the community. Although it’s less than 2,000 yuan a month, our lives have become more stable. I’ve talked to him about how the child turned out. After all, he’s a man, and it’s easier for the two of us to communicate. My husband…”

After saying a lot, the woman poured out her suffering, and finally got back to the main topic of the day.

"Master, do you think my child will be successful, go to university smoothly, find a good job, and marry a good wife? Will they take care of me when I get old?"

[What's going on? This woman has said so much, I feel like she's the one who needs psychological counseling.]

[It's terrifying. Being born into such a family and raised by such a mother must feel suffocating. I'm also a mother of two daughters, both in elementary school, but I've always respected them. The older generation is right: children are like springs. You can't let them stretch too much, nor can you compress them too much. The best way to manage children is to be flexible and adaptable.]

This kind of love is simply spoiling; wanting to control everything, it would suffocate anyone else, let alone one's own child.

"Your son has made something of himself? Then let me ask this lady, what do you consider to be making something of himself?"

The woman still hasn't realized her mistake. "My son is successful, has a good job, and a dutiful wife. So, in terms of my peers, I'm considered quite successful."

"If he gets first place in exams, does everything you ask for, finds a job easily, and marries a dutiful wife, do you think that's possible with your parenting style?"

The woman was speechless after hearing Gu Yunxi's words!

She wanted her son to succeed and live a good life so that her fellow villagers, neighbors, and relatives wouldn't look down on her; her child was her pride and joy.

"Aren't the things I'm thinking about what every mother wants?"

Gu Yunxi seemed somewhat saddened by this repressive style of education. What she said was very true, but too absolute.

"Have you had a proper conversation with him, tried to ask him what he thinks, what kind of person he wants to become? In other words, has he asked you what kind of mother you should be to be a good mother?"

"Qualified? Ever since he was born, before he was even out of confinement, his grandmother went back to the village and ignored the three of us. We didn't have any money back then, so his father had no choice but to go out to work. Unexpectedly, he worked there for more than ten years. My husband and I lived a mediocre life. My child is my only thing."

"Of course I want him to be someone else's pride. What's wrong with being strict with him?"

[She still hasn't realized her mistake. Deep down, this woman has a strong desire for her child to succeed; that's my guess. If I'm not mistaken, the child should be doing very well in school.]

When she heard others mention studying, a smile finally appeared on the woman's face.