Chapter 150 Dad, go ahead and hit me, then go to sleep early!
The little boy rolled down the car window and looked in the direction his uncle was pointing. He saw an old woman with a cane walking through the crack in the door, cursing in her voice.
"It's good enough that we feed you, why are you still picky? If it weren't for your youth, beauty, and ability to bear babies, would we even want you? You're not even as good as an old sow, at least you can be raised and slaughtered for meat. Hurry up and accept your fate and have babies for my son!"
Ji Yanjing calmly withdrew his gaze and started the car again, preparing to leave.
Su Xuetong had no idea what it meant, so she pouted and said, "What? You didn't even say who it was. Could it be that you're hiding some little lover?"
Ji Yanjing said calmly, "She's an acquaintance, but not a lover. She just brought you here to see her one last time."
Su Xuetong wanted to ask more, but the little cub just happened to squeeze its head over and ask, "Auntie, I'm hungry, are you hungry?"
She smiled and her eyes crinkled, her soft voice filled with joy, "Auntie, we can get home before it gets completely dark. Do you still want some milk tea when we get home?"
"That sweet steamed milk?" As expected, Su Xuetong's attention was diverted. She clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Great! We'll have three big bowls when we get back!"
The matter of the village of coma was thus glossed over so lightly.
Su Xuetong and Ji Yanjing started discussing the topic of the baby in front.
Zhizhi turned her head and glanced at the rear window of the car.
Even at her young age, she understood that the world wasn't just black and white. Su Shanshan's suffering today was not worthy of any sympathy. If she wasn't suffering, then her aunt would be the one who lost both her child and her body.
There are only two words to describe such a wicked person.
Serves you right...
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Military dependents' compound
Jiang Anchao revealed his true colors as soon as he entered the room. His face was grim. "You, kneel down and reflect on your actions!"
These words were directed at Jiang Gansu, who had been feeling uneasy the whole way, so he wasn't surprised at all to hear his father say this.
He would rather see his father get angry and punish him than see his father smile and let the matter pass by lightly.
Because if his father didn't punish him, it would mean that he was completely treating him as an outsider.
So now he offers almost no resistance, and kneels down on the bricks in the courtyard.
Deng Qiu grabbed Gan Su by the back of the neck, just like he was grabbing a chick.
"Don't kneel yet."
She interrupted Jiang Anchao's lecture to the child, which made Jiang Anchao's face show resentment.
What does my wife mean by this? Does she not want me to discipline our son?
As the saying goes, jade cannot become a gem if it is not carved; a rebellious son will only develop a bad temper if he is not disciplined!
Jiang Anchao was about to argue with Deng Qiu when Deng Qiu pointed at Gan Su and said, "Your clothes are wet. Go inside and change into a clean cotton coat first, then listen to your father and kneel down to reflect on your actions!"
Jiang Anchao raised an eyebrow in surprise, completely unexpected that his wife would mean this.
He suddenly realized what was going on and silently gave his wife a thumbs up in his heart.
That's why you have to be a people's teacher!
This method, this meticulous care, is perfectly designed to both educate children and ensure that parents don't feel heartbroken if their children actually get sick.
Wow, that's brilliant!
Jiang'an Chaochong's wife winked and made faces, barely able to contain her smile.
Jiang Gansu stood there hesitantly, his hands tightly gripping the hem of his clothes. He looked at his parents with a troubled expression, "Should I kneel or not?"
The couple spoke at the same time, their faces grim: "Change your clothes and then kneel!"
Zhizhi and her aunt hid in Zhenwei's bedroom, peeking into the yard through the crack in the window.
Hearing their tone, Zhizhi shook her head and sighed, "That tigress is really scary. I don't even want to think about how much my older brother will suffer."
You even need to wear a little coat when you're lighting a stove inside the house.
If you make your older brother kneel on the ground in the yard, his knees will probably have to retire next year and you'll need stainless steel ones to hold on.
Su Xuetong clicked her tongue twice and exclaimed, "So the secret to your loving relationship with Brother Jiang is raising your child? I thought your mother was stopping you from raising him earlier."
She thought about it and wondered what it would be like if her own child did something so rebellious.
She'll probably have Ji Yanjing handle the education too, right?
He might be even more irrational than Deng Qiu. Kneeling there to reflect on his actions would be too lenient; he'd probably have to be whipped with a rattan cane!
The eldest son changed his clothes and knelt straight in the center of the courtyard.
A cold wind was blowing. Jiang Anchao moved a stool to the steps and sat down, pointing at him angrily.
"Did I forget to hit you after I finished hitting Tian Wu? Why are you so troublesome? Why don't you go to the Northeast? The Siberian tigers there are almost extinct. You'd be perfect for that! Go apply to be a Siberian tiger! Siberian tiger A is gone, but now that you're there, you're Siberian tiger B!"
Jiang Gansu pursed his lips; he understood what he meant.
They were cursing him, and the cursing was quite vulgar.
"Dad, I was wrong."
"You're wrong? You're not wrong, it's your dad who's wrong! Do you still consider me your dad? Or should I call you Dad? You're not even as tall as a Shandong scallion, what are you thinking about all day long? Do you have such big ideas? Even if it's something really important, shouldn't you discuss it with your parents? You run away from home all the time, this is the second time already, didn't you? Before you ran away, did you ever think about how worried I was looking for you? Can you see the sparks coming out of my mouth? Can you hear the sound of my white hairs hissing out!"
Jiang Anchao grew angrier as he spoke, and he grabbed a clothes hanger from the clothesline in the yard, intending to beat up the little boss.
Deng Qiu stood beside him with a gloomy face, watching him walk back and forth, waving the clothes hanger in his hand, making a bunch of fancy moves. The clothes hanger in his hand smashed the cabbages piled on the ground and even hit the courtyard wall.
Unfortunately, none of the blows landed on Jiang Gansu.
Deng Qiu frowned. "Are you going to fight or not? If you don't, I will!"
What's with all this fancy stuff all day long?
I yelled that I was going to beat him up, but I almost deformed the clothes hanger from hitting it, and I didn't even get a good touch on Gan Su's clothes.
Jiang Anchao retorted, his neck stiff, "Fight! Of course we'll fight! I can't perform to my full potential with you here!"
"Then I'm not going to bother with you anymore, I'm going to cook."
Deng Qiu waved his hand, too lazy to maintain his bit of male pride.
Jiang Anchao was even angrier. "Jiang Gansu, I've never hit you before. Are you forcing me to give you a good beating today so you'll learn to behave?"
"Let me tell you, your father is gone. From the first day I brought you home, I've been your father. The way you're behaving now is that you don't treat me like your father. Let's see if you dare to do it again!"
As he spoke, Jiang An grabbed a clothes hanger and slammed it down on the young boss.
But just a second before he could make contact with Gan Su's back, he pulled back, his hand gripping the clothes hanger so tightly it was deformed and almost turned into a wire.
Gan Su only felt a slight pain in his back.
"Did you do something wrong? Will you dare to do it again next time?!"
Jiang Anchao punched his butt again, but this time with less force.
"If you dare to run again, I'll break your legs!"
Jiang Gansu was able to maintain his composure despite the scolding, but when he noticed that his father deliberately held back his strength every time he raised the clothesline high and then lowered it, he realized that he was in a bad mood.
He could no longer hold back his tears.
"Dad, go ahead and hit him, but go to bed early after you're done!"
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