Thinking of this, she disregarded her hand injury and returned to her office. All the teachers were in class at the time, so she picked up the phone and dialed that familiar number.
Zhang Jinping was busy with housework when she heard the phone ring. She answered, "Hello, who are you looking for?"
“I’m your daughter’s homeroom teacher. I want to speak to her on the phone.” Jia Yue’s tone was icy.
Lovers are always jealous of each other. She felt extremely angry just thinking about how an illiterate woman had become a professor's wife simply because she was lucky.
Upon hearing that the other person was the homeroom teacher, Zhang Jinping forgot the rules her daughter had set and pushed the door open to enter.
Instead of resting in bed as she had imagined, Tang Jiajia was sitting on the floor with her legs spread apart in a strange pose.
"Jiajia, what are you doing? The ground is so cold!"
Tang Jiajia is doing yoga. Actually, she's perfectly healthy; she just doesn't like going to school. She doesn't like doing housework at home, so she lies to them, saying she's unwell and that her chest hurts when she talks.
He was immediately annoyed by being disturbed and turned to look at Zhang Jinping: "Didn't I tell you? Don't just come into my room."
You have to knock before entering a room, how could you forget again?
"I'm sorry! I was in such a hurry that I forgot to knock." Zhang Jinping was a little afraid of her daughter, so she spoke very softly, almost like a mosquito.
"Can you speak louder?" Tang Jiajia stood up and walked over. "How can anyone hear you when you're speaking so softly?"
“Jiajia… I’m your mother, how dare you talk to me like that?” Zhang Jinping looked at her increasingly disrespectful daughter: “Ever since you woke up, you’ve been like a different person. All your former obedience is gone. When did you start talking to me like this?”
“You’ve already said that was before. I’m different now. Besides, I’m a patient, why are you arguing with me so much?” Tang Jiajia would never call someone “Mom” when there were no outsiders at home.
Zhang Jinping felt extremely wronged, and tears streamed down her face: "If I had known it would turn out like this, why did you wake up and ruin all my hopes?"
Why is there always this hostility? I'm your biological mother; without me, you wouldn't exist.
"Alright, why are you crying?" Tang Jiajia said impatiently, "I didn't say anything else. You're the one who keeps criticizing me. I didn't even cry, but you started crying instead."
Are you waiting for my dad to come home so you can badmouth me to him? Let me tell you, I'm sick. I might faint, and who knows what might happen then.
Zhang Jinping burst into tears: "How did you become like this? What did I do wrong?"
Tang Jiajia frowned: "What exactly did you come to see me about? You didn't just come here to cry, did you?"
"Your homeroom teacher called." Zhang Jinping finished speaking and continued to cry. She watched her daughter walk away without saying anything kind or comforting. Was this still her daughter?
Even her stepdaughter wouldn't speak to her like that. At that moment, she felt a pang of sadness. She stumbled back to her room and closed the door.
Looking at her home, which felt both familiar and strange, she couldn't stay there peacefully, staring at the family photo on the bedside table.
Tang Yi and she have been married for many years. There is no love between them; they have simply supported each other all the way to where they are today.
He spoils his daughter too much, and they've argued too many times because of her lately.
She felt that little of the affection they once shared had remained. Should she continue to stay in this home? Where could she go if she left? She was filled with confusion.
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