With a "thud," it seemed as if a spoon had fallen to the ground.
Then came the sound of the cupboard being rummaged through; Su Yuzhen was clearly not giving up and continued searching.
"The head of the household."
Hearing the commotion outside, Wang Xiulan softened her heart.
"How about we let it go this time? The child is still young."
Su Jianguo shook his head.
"She won't die from missing a meal. Let her learn a lesson. And you'll remember this too: a doting mother spoils her child."
The noise in the kitchen grew louder and louder, eventually turning into the commotion of rummaging through drawers and cabinets.
Su Yuzhen was clearly anxious, and even brought out the pickling jars from the bottom of the cupboard.
Clang!
With a loud crash, the jar shattered on the ground, spilling sauerkraut and salt water all over the floor.
"What a terrible thing to do."
Wang Xiulan slapped her thigh, unsure whether she was heartbroken over the jar or the sauerkraut that hadn't been pickled yet.
Su Jianguo remained unmoved, only his eyes narrowed even more.
He wanted to see just how far his spoiled little daughter could go.
The kitchen suddenly fell silent.
A moment later, Su Yuzhen reappeared in the moonlight, her head bowed, her shoulders trembling, clearly crying.
"Waaah. Everyone's bullying me."
She walked towards her room while wiping away tears, her steps dragging, like a child who had suffered a great injustice.
As Su Yuzhen passed by her parents' window, she suddenly stopped and spat out a loud "Pui!" in the direction of the window.
"You old bastards! I hate you all!"
These words pierced Wang Xiulan's heart like a knife, and she burst into tears.
Su Jianguo just sneered as he watched his youngest daughter storm back to the west wing.
"Bang"
The door slammed shut with a thud.
"Look, look."
Wang Xiulan cried so hard she could barely breathe.
"The children hate us now."
Su Jianguo lowered the curtains, turned around and sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
"Hate? What does she even know about hate?"
He took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.
"We spoiled her too much before, giving her whatever she wanted. Look what she's become! She even dares to talk back to her parents?"
Wang Xiulan stopped talking and just lowered her head to wipe away her tears.
She knew her husband was right, but what mother wouldn't feel sorry for her child?
"Go to sleep."
Su Jianguo stubbed out his cigarette, took off his shoes, and climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed).
"I'll be busy tomorrow too."
Wang Xiulan sobbed as she blew out the kerosene lamp, plunging the room into darkness.
Only the faint sound of Su Yuzhen's suppressed sobs could be heard from the west wing, like the whimpering of a wounded little animal.
Su Jianguo lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), listening to the crying with his eyes open, his heart unwavering.
In his previous life, when he was lying in a hospital bed waiting to die, this youngest daughter never even showed her face.
When I called, I only got one sentence.
"I'm busy, I don't have time."
"You old codger."
Su Jianguo silently repeated his daughter's curses, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Compared to what his children did to him in his previous life, what punishment is missing a meal?
In the west wing, Su Yuzhen lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) and cried her heart out.
Her stomach was growling with hunger, and her throat was tight from thirst, but what bothered her most was the feeling of being abandoned by the whole world.
"Why? Why are you doing this to me?"
She bit the corner of the blanket, her tears soaking the pillowcase.
From childhood to adulthood, she was the most pampered child in her family.
Her father doted on her and gave her whatever she wanted; her mother couldn't bear to say a harsh word to her.
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