Chapter 178 Parents are just pretending to be democratic and free

"Are you lying?"

Zhu Yu frowned, "It's wrong for a child to tell lies. That's what bad kids do."

"If you become a bad boy, Mom will not want you anymore."

When six-year-old Lin Zhao saw her mother’s stern face, she was immediately frightened.

At home, whenever my mother looks gloomy, it means she has done something wrong again.

"I didn't, I didn't lie!"

Xiao Lin Zhao was very anxious to explain for herself, although she didn't know why she said she didn't like pink. Her mother thought she was lying and that she was not a good child.

Zhu Yu nodded. "Well, I'm glad you didn't lie. So which dress do you want to choose?"

Lin Zhao carefully pointed to the white princess dress she had chosen at the beginning.

Zhu Yu's complexion, which had just improved, turned ugly again. "I've already told you that white doesn't get dirty. Choose another one."

"Choose what you like. Mom said she'll buy it for you if you like it."

Lin Zhao no longer had the joyful look she had at the beginning. She pointed carefully at the black skirt and said, "Then... this one."

Zhu Yu gently hit the back of Lin Zhao's hand.

Her face was completely stern, and her high cheekbones made her look a little stern and impatient.

"Didn't I tell you? Black doesn't look good. What does it look like for a little girl to wear black?"

"You can choose pink. This pink one is so pretty."

Xiao Lin Zhao's tears fell down, and she whispered back, "But I really don't like pink."

Zhu Yu frowned, "I just said that a child who tells lies is not a good child."

"Which skirt do you want? Why is it so troublesome to take you shopping for clothes?"

"Next time I'll go shopping with your dad and I won't bring you out."

Xiao Lin Zhao pursed his lips and silently raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

Zhu Yu was confused. "I just bought a skirt. Why are you crying again? Why do you like to cry so much?"

She urged impatiently, "Hurry up and choose a skirt you like. Once you buy it, we'll go eat."

The six-year-old Lin Zhao lowered her head and cried quietly.

The reason why I don’t dare to cry loudly is because my parents don’t like children who cry loudly.

This happened last time. She was crying in the mall and her mother just left her there.

She ran over crying and hugged her mother's legs before returning home.

"Which skirt do you like? Tell me now, and we'll buy it and leave."

"Aren't you hungry after walking around for so long?"

Lin Zhao lowered her head and chose neither white nor black.

The father stood up, frowned, and looked down at his daughter. "Why don't you have any opinions?"

"Mom asked you to choose a skirt, so just choose it. Why does it take you so long to buy a skirt?"

"You're already so old, don't you even know what kind of skirt you like?"

Zhu Yu picked up the pink skirt and said, "How about this one? It's so pretty."

Lin Zhao lowered her head and remained silent for a long time, wiping her tears and nodding.

Zhu Yu took off the skirt and motioned the salesperson to pack it up, while she took Lin Zhao to the front desk to pay the bill.

As she walked, she said, "Don't you like this?"

"You were lying before. What kid doesn't like pink?"

Six-year-old Lin Zhao lowered her head and said nothing.

Zhu Yu led Lin Zhao out of the clothing store. On the way, she asked casually, "We are going to have dinner now. What do you want to eat?"

Lin Zhao raised her head cautiously, "Dad, Mom, what do you want to eat?"

Zhu Yu frowned again, "Now I'm asking you what you want to eat, don't ask us what we want to eat."

Lin Zhiwen frowned.

"Why do you always have no opinion? How many times have I told you that girls should have their own opinions?"

"It's the same when you buy a skirt and it's the same when you eat."

"Don't you know that girls without opinions are unpopular?"

Finally, Xiao Lin Zhao said what he wanted to eat.

She wanted to eat noodles, but her parents still took her to eat grilled fish.

Lin Zhao wiped her face. She thought she would forget all her previous memories.

But now when I think about it, I still feel very unhappy.

"You clearly don't respect my choice and you clearly won't buy what I want in the end, so why do you pretend to be equal and ask me what I like before?"

This really feels very hypocritical.

She especially hates parents like this!

The netizens all had more or less the same experience, and Lin Zhao's words resonated with many people.

[Too real, they obviously won't buy the things you choose, but they still pretend to ask you which one you like! ]

[My parents were like this. It was extremely painful for me to live with them, so when I filled out my college entrance examination application, I applied for a school that was very far from home. During the winter and summer vacations and the New Year, I didn't go home because the journey was too far.]

[I really hate parents like this. Either don’t ask your children, or respect their choices if you do ask! ]

[Fortunately, I am not such a mother, so my daughter is very close to me. She said that her favorite person in the world is her mother.]

[Does anyone find this dad particularly interesting? ]

[The person upstairs is not alone. He was just an invisible person in the whole process. When the daughter was silent, he jumped out and said, "How come you don't have any opinions at all?"

[I give up. My dad is just that kind of person! ]

Lin Zhiwen never thought that the reason his daughter jumped off the building was just because of this.

He felt that his daughter was making a big deal out of nothing and was harping on something that happened when she was only six years old, and at the same time he couldn't help but blame his wife.

"Wouldn't you have just promised her to buy the white one?"

"If white doesn't work, there's black. Just because of two skirts, you've forced your daughter into this state!"

Zhu Yu turned his head in disbelief, "You blame me?"

"You were there before. If you had thought of this earlier, why didn't you buy it for her?"

After saying this, she couldn't help but look at the cold Lin Zhao with red eyes.

“The pink one is really pretty.”

When she was little, she wanted a pink dress, but her parents wouldn't buy it for her.

The skirts she wore were basically those discarded by her relatives' children.

The white skirt had already turned yellow by the time it came into her hands, and it would get dirty after only two wears.

The black one looked particularly funny on her, as if a child was wearing adult clothes.

Now that she has this condition, she can buy a lot of pink dresses for her daughter.

She didn't understand why her daughter was depressed about this.

Just like she doesn't understand how there could be a child who doesn't like the color pink.

Lin Zhao did not answer her mother's words, but looked at Lin Zhiwen, her father, with sobs in her eyes.

"Dad, do you think that all my unhappiness is because of Mom?"

"Do you think that my unhappiness has nothing to do with you?"