Military compound, Peng family living room.

Peng Zhendong sat on the main sofa with a gloomy face, as if a storm was about to come.

He has also been on the front line, but in recent years he has been enjoying his grandchildren at home, and there is nothing worth his anger.

But at this point, Peng Zhendong's murderous aura was fully revealed, and Peng Nuan was so scared that she hid in Zhuo Qiang's arms like a quail.

Zhuo Qiang hesitated again and again, and seeing that the whole family was afraid to breathe because of Peng Zhendong, she had to complain aloud:

"Old Peng, what do you mean? You didn't say anything when your son was beaten, and you didn't even show up when he was in the hospital. Now that you've finally come back, you're still putting on such a face. What's the point?"

"Why do you want me to put on a good face?!"

Peng Zhendong's voice exploded like thunder, startling even Zhuo Qiang.

Peng Zhendong had previously endured the brawl between Peng Bo and Ying Kui because of Ying Kui's status, but the news got out and he lost face. Then, when Peng Nuan pushed someone, he felt even more embarrassed and had to go to the shooting range to find some peace and quiet.

Who knew that not long after, news broke that the Peng family was abusing their children.

He happened to be in a car today when he was called by his superiors for questioning. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to get through the reporters who were waiting outside when he came back!

He thought that his superiors said they were concerned and asking about him, but in fact they were taking the opportunity to threaten him, saying something like "If you can't even clean up your own room, how can you clean up the world?", clearly asking him to quickly sort out the mess at home.

Peng Zhendong slammed the table, pointed at Peng Nuan and shouted, "Tell me, who bullied you? Who in your family treated you badly?"

Peng Nuan's neck shrank and the hairs on his body stood on end.

She just wanted to tell the teacher that Pang Meiting abused her. Then the teacher would contact her father, and Pang Meiting would be in trouble.

But Peng Nuan didn't expect the news to get out and cause such a stir.

Pang Meiting hasn't been out recently, so naturally she doesn't understand what's going on and is just watching the show.

Peng Nuan saw her sneer and resentment. If she hadn't always bullied her, she wouldn't have thought of reporting her to the teacher.

Deciding to go all out, Peng Nuan began to sob softly.

"Grandpa, Nuannuan didn't mean it. It was Aunt Pang. Dad bought me a new schoolbag when school started that day, and she said it wasn't right to give such nice things to a little girl."

"She pinched me when we were leaving. The teacher only questioned me after seeing the marks on my hands."

"I didn't mean to complain. Aunt Pang only pinched me and scolded me occasionally. She didn't abuse me..."

The flames of war instantly spread to Pang Meiting, and she stood up suddenly.

"Nonsense! Where did I pinch you?"

As soon as she opened her mouth, Peng Nuan cried even harder.

"Where did she pinch you? Show grandma."

Zhuo Qiang nervously rolled up Peng Nuan's sleeves and actually saw several bruises of varying sizes on her arms. Her face instantly turned bad and she handed the child's arm to Pang Meiting to see.

"You still dare to quibble?! What did Nuannuan do wrong that you have to pinch her like this?!"

"Mom, I really didn't pinch her. Sometimes when she's disobedient, I just pull her ears, but I really don't pinch her."

"You even pulled her ears? Pang Meiting, how could you be so vicious that you could even hurt a child?!"

Pang Meiting and Zhuo Qiang started arguing, and Peng Nuan put down her sleeves under the pretext of wiping her tears.

She had indeed not been pinched. However, pulling her ears wouldn't reveal any injuries, so Peng Nuan helped her out by pinching her herself in the bathroom, leaving her with bruises before she went to complain.

Anyway, no one saw it. Compared to Pang Meiting, my father and the others must trust me more.

The children in the orphanage did the same thing before, hurting themselves to slander her.

The director's mother would put her in solitary confinement and not give her food.

No matter how she explained, it was useless.

But Peng Nuan overlooked one point: she used to face similar children and a dean who was unwilling to meddle in other people's affairs.

Peng Zhendong and Peng Bo have come this far, and they are not so easily fooled.

Pang Meiting was so excited that she swore: "If I strangle her, I will die a miserable death. My son will be born without an anus, with rotten hands and feet, and he will starve to death on the street!"

"That's enough."

At this point, Peng Zhendong no longer wanted to dwell on who was right or wrong.

There was a lot of uproar outside. If Pang Meiting's crime of child abuse was proven, their family would become a laughing stock.

After all, they were the ones who married this person. Even if Pang Meiting was wrong, they would be accused of not being able to judge people well and letting a wolf into the house.

"Your Aunt Pang is trying to teach you that you're a grown-up kid now and sometimes you shouldn't be so willful. But she used the wrong method. She's not allowed to touch you again."

"Your teacher also said that your mother abused you in the past, right?"

Peng Bo's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood that Peng Zhendong asked this question just to throw all the dirty water outside on Wan Jingjing's head.

He stood up suddenly and said, "Dad, you can't do this. We know exactly what kind of person Jingjing is!"

"What do you mean? A man came to your house and beat you up because of her. Your mother and I went to ask for an explanation, but she pushed Nuannuan down and then called the police and the police, forcing you to apologize. Are you stupid? Don't you know what kind of person she is?!"

It was just as he said. Peng Bo also felt resentful about Wan Jingjing's persistence in pursuing Peng Nuan.

But Peng Bo also knew that Wan Jingjing would never hit the child.

"Dad, forget it. Just say the child couldn't handle the scolding from his stepmother and was exaggerating. Or else, say the teacher was exaggerating. Anyway, just suppress the matter."

Bloomberg wanted to settle the matter peacefully, but Pang Meiting was not happy.

She had just taken the blame for something so huge, and Bloomberg hadn't said a word, and now she hadn't bothered Wan Jingjing yet. But he was the first to disagree!

"Jingjing, you're calling me so affectionately, whose husband are you anyway?!"

"If you still have feelings for her, why did you marry me? I think it was she who abused Peng Nuan, and that's why I got into trouble! Why do you say I scolded her? I don't agree!"

"Dad, the teacher didn't say anything nonsense. If you continue like this, the teacher will hate me in the future."

Peng Nuan and Pang Meiting were surprisingly unanimous at the moment. They both spoke up and insisted on pushing Wan Jingjing out as cannon fodder.

Zhuo Qiang was still a little hesitant.

It wasn't that she wasn't angry with Wan Jingjing, but she knew her former daughter-in-law's character. In the first few years after the child's disappearance, she and Wan Jingjing spent the most time together, crying together, comforting and encouraging each other, and then struggling to live.

If you have to count, Zhuo Qiang and Wan Jingjing may have spent more time together than Bloomberg.

Except for pushing Peng Nuan that day, she had never touched Peng Nuan.

"Old Peng..."

"Needless to say, this is no longer something we can control."

"Child abuse? Do you think you can just let it go with a simple sentence? If you want to protect Wan Jingjing, then admit that someone in our Peng family abused the child."

As soon as Peng Zhendong said this, everyone in the living room fell silent and looked at him in silence.

It is clear at a glance who is left behind.