Jiang Yao had just shouted when Su Man sneered, "What? You're going to tell your parents if you can't win the argument? You're such a naive kid."
Jiang Yao was at an age where he didn't like being called a child. Provoked by Su Man, he simply stopped shouting and said with his neck stiff, "What on earth are you going to do!"
"Nothing, I just heard you had a rough day, so I came to check on you."
"How dare you say that! You should have been the one accompanying Zeng Qirui!"
"Yes."
Su Man played with her nails casually, "But it seems the same when it comes to you."
“…”
Jiang Yao choked.
He used to be so proud in front of Suman. At home, whether it was his parents or his grandparents, they only loved him, and Suman was like air.
Sometimes, even when Suman offended him, she would be scolded and punished by her father.
He always felt that he was the favored child and his father would never treat him the same way he treated Suman.
However, everything that happened today made him no longer so sure.
Su Man continued to pile straw on the camel, feeling it was not enough. "I used to think your mother really loved you, but now it seems that she is just like that."
"Shut up!"
Jiang Yao was like a cat whose tail was stepped on. "My mother is the best person in the world to me. You know nothing!"
Su Man raised an eyebrow, her eyes sliding across the wound on Jiang Yao's face, her eyes gradually becoming amused, "You're already in this state, and your mother wants you to accompany Zeng Qirui as a punching bag tomorrow. Is that okay?"
She asked herself and answered, "Yes, maybe she knows you can't take a beating, so she created opportunities for you to practice. It's really good."
"Shut up! Shut up! Get out of here!"
Before Jiang Yao was about to go berserk, Su Man said slowly, "Okay, I won't bother you anymore. Go to bed early and get enough rest so that you can be a full-of-energy punching bag tomorrow."
Jiang Yao was speechless and stared at Su Man as if Su Man was the murderer of his father.
After taking a few steps, Su Man suddenly stopped and said, "Jiang Yao, actually, I sympathize with you. From the time you were born to your entire life, you have been an appendage of Jiang Ying. You will never be able to live for yourself in this life."
Jiang Yao's breathing suddenly quickened. He opened his mouth to retort, but he couldn't think of anything to say until Su Man closed the door. Instead, Su Man's words kept repeating in his ears like a 3D special effect.
Your entire life is an appendage of Jiang Ying. You will never be able to live for yourself in this life.
"No, no, that's not the case..."
Jiang Yao refuted the voice in his ears and the voice in his heart.
But the more he resisted, the louder the voice became. He had no choice but to cover his ears and pull the quilt over his head. In the narrow space, he heard the voice say over and over again, "Mom is the one who loves me the most. Everything she does is for me."
...
Outside the corridor, Su Man listened to the rustling sounds in the room and raised the corners of her lips.
Tsk, it seems that this little brother Jiang’s mental quality is not that good either.
When they were arguing downstairs just now, she had been watching coldly from upstairs. She thought Jiang Ying would plead for Jiang Yao because she felt sorry for him, but what she didn't expect was that Jiang Ying not only didn't do that, but instead offered to help Jiang Xiangrong persuade Jiang Yao.
It was at that moment that Su Man understood one thing.
She couldn't defeat Jiang Ying.
Jiang Ying was like a programmed robot, taking every step very steadily. Even when it came to her own son, she would not make a mistake.
Such a person is obviously extremely scary, so Su Man gave up confronting Jiang Ying head-on and started from her "good partner" in a roundabout way.
From her previous interactions with Jiang Yao, Su Man could feel that Jiang Yao had a strange dependence on Jiang Ying.
No matter big or small, he longs for Jiang Ying's recognition.
In a normal family, there are children who like to stick to their mothers, but Jiang Yao has obviously gone beyond the normal range.
So what happened today. Su Man saw that Jiang Yao was in a bad mood, so she tried to test him. Jiang Yao's reaction was even stronger than she expected. It was obvious that he had not received Jiang Ying's true teachings.
Such a reaction made Su Man extremely satisfied. She nodded at the closed door and said, "Not bad, not bad. It's worth cultivating well."
No words all night
The next morning, Jiang Yao was picked up by Zeng's driver again.
Grandma Jiang held his hand and gave him many warnings, such as if Zeng Qirui wanted to attack him, he should run away and be careful not to get hurt.
Although Grandma Jiang explained every detail, she only said one sentence: Don't go.
Before leaving, Jiang Yao looked at Jiang Ying for the last time, with hope in his eyes, hoping that Jiang Ying would change her mind.
But she didn't. She just looked at him with a smile and said, "Go ahead. Mom will be waiting for you at home."
Jiang Yao's eyes dimmed, "Well, I'm leaving."
After Jiang Yao left, the atmosphere in the Jiang family immediately dropped.
Grandma Jiang cried and wiped her tears, "My poor Yaoyao."
Grandma Jiang was extremely sad to see her eldest grandson suffering but she could do nothing about it.
But last night Jiang Xiangrong had already told Grandma Jiang about the company's difficulties. Afraid that Grandma Jiang would make trouble, he even threatened her that if the company went bankrupt and the money could not be repaid, he might be arrested and sent to jail.
When Grandma Jiang heard this, she was so angry that she didn't dare to stop him anymore, for fear that Jiang Xiangrong would go to jail.
Poor Jiang Yao didn't know. He just felt that his whole family was watching him suffer, but no one was willing to help him.
That night
When Jiang Yao came back, he looked even more miserable than yesterday.
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