Sun Lifang had barely finished asking when Zhou Xinya answered her—
Tomorrow is Christmas.
Oh right, we will pray.
Liu Kou was a Christian who passed away before Christmas. Her family will hold a prayer service for her tomorrow.
“Jin Ziduo didn’t come to school today, and Du Yuheng was secretly talking badly about her at school, which I overheard.” Zhou Xinya repeatedly emphasized Du Yuheng’s problem, and Sun Lifang tugged at her daughter’s clothes from behind, telling her to shut up.
Young lady, don't be so unforgiving.
Besides, that chubby kid is already pitiful enough, his face is all wet from crying, and Lao Du is ignoring him.
He has no soft side at all. If it were him, he would have already comforted the child and applied medicine to him.
As the atmosphere remained tense, Old Du went outside to answer a phone call. When he returned, his attitude had completely changed. He grabbed some tissues and smeared them on his son's face, saying as he did so, "Your mother will be here soon. Don't tell her I hit you."
Just kidding, if my wife found out I hit our son again, she'd make a scene.
In the blink of an eye, the crisp sound of high heels clicking on the ground rang out, and a figure in a deep red dress appeared in the doorway.
The woman immediately flew into a rage when she saw the bump on her son's head and heard his voice. "Old Du, have you forgotten what you promised me?"
Before the man could react, the woman grabbed her son's hand and said, "Come on, Mom will take you to the hospital."
Old Du clicked his tongue and followed behind, "No wounds, no bleeding, why would a boy go to the hospital?"
“Let me tell you, Meiling, you spoil him too much.”
Upon hearing this, the woman let out a short, cold laugh. "Spoiled? Forget it, our values are different, no need for further communication."
"Don't talk to me!"
A woman's shrill voice echoed down the corridor. Under his mother's protection, Du Yuheng escaped his father's control and got into the car.
Old Du was left alone, looking at the taillights of the car and sighing.
Sun Lifang was surprised that the children's quarrel could affect the adults, and she had mixed feelings.
Zhou Xinya really needs to be taught a lesson.
She knew she would win before she even made a move.
First of all, Du Yuheng would never fight back, and secondly, the girl is so eloquent and can defend herself effectively.
"You knew you were going to win, so you made your move, right?"
On the way home, Sun Lifang said calmly, "If someone stronger than you had said those words, would you have attacked them?"
To put it bluntly, it's about "bullying the weak and fearing the strong," and even children are no exception.
"Under no circumstances should you resort to violence except in self-defense."
"What if you hit someone in the eye by a slight deviation?"
The point is clear: what people say is their business, and it's not Zhou Xinya's place to help them gain attention.
The girl lowered her head, realizing her impulsiveness, and muttered softly, "I didn't think that much at the time, I just wanted him to shut up."
Now you know?
“Using fists to solve problems is essentially no different from street brawls –” Sun Lifang told her to go back and call her father to explain.
The person who was beaten was Zhou Yunshi's business partner. Putting aside Lao Du's honest and fair character, today's outcome was largely due to consideration for the face of an acquaintance.
If it weren't for this connection, Du Yuheng's mother would never have let it go unpunished.
You beat your son like this, and you won't even let him fight back?
Thinking about this, Sun Lifang wondered, "Why didn't Du Yuheng fight back when you hit him today?"
It was clearly a hard beating; the chubby boy was burly and looked very strong.
If it really comes to blows, Zhou Xinya is no match for them.
"He wouldn't dare," the little girl grumbled. "He listens to everything I say."
Oh, is this still the queen and her little male servant setup?
As if she had just thought of something, Sun Lifang asked Zhou Xinya, "Hey, did he get a share of the snacks you brought back?"
Before the words were even finished, someone ran ahead guiltily, hands behind their back, glancing left and right as if they hadn't heard.
Of course, escaping was impossible, and Sun Lifang eventually managed to get her daughter to reveal the truth.
“Du Yuheng is too fat, and his mother wants him to lose weight, so I’m helping him.”
Help him?
Is this how you help people?
Du Yuheng's gentlemanly manners and repeated concessions gave Zhou Xinya the confidence to hit him.
That won't do. After returning home, Sun Lifang called Zhou Yunshi and asked him to call Du Yuheng's family to apologize.
As parents, we must take responsibility for our children's mistakes.
Meanwhile, on the other side, at the Du family's house.
All the wardrobe doors were opened, and Lin Meiling took out a huge suitcase and started packing clothes inside. Du Weiguo stood speechlessly at the doorway. "Going back to your parents' house again? Every time we argue, you want to go back to your parents' house—"
Besides, they didn't even argue today... at most they just bickered.
Lin Meiling didn't reply, so he continued to nag, "You're such a grown-up, yet you're still so childish. I really don't want to talk to you, but you're not just childish in this matter, you're childish in many things."
Lin Meiling took two deep breaths and retorted, "How am I childish? Wasn't it our agreement not to hit our son?"
Du Weiguo, who had angered his wife, immediately retorted, "Look, look, you still say you're not childish? I have my reasons, but you won't listen to my explanation."
The air seemed to freeze, and Du Yuheng's head, wrapped like a mummy, peeked out from behind the wardrobe—
"Mom and Dad, let's play ball."
Ha, here comes another one trying to smooth things over.
However, this tactic did work on Lin Meiling; she wouldn't refuse her son's request.
The rules of the game are that each person takes 10 balls and throws them into the basket, and whoever gets the most balls in the basket at the end wins.
Du Yuheng said, "The winner gets to hug their mother."
Lin Meiling countered, "What if I win by myself? Then will I just hug myself?"
Clearly, this is Du Yuheng's way of coaxing his mother.
"Oh, what a sweet little boy." Du Weiguo's tone was incredibly sour. "What's the use? Even if you don't win, Mommy will still hug you whenever she wants."
Unlike me, who has to rely on games to appease my wife.
"So, are you going to play or not?" With his mother backing him up, Du Yuheng became much bolder.
Lin Meiling didn't even glance at the man, and started playing with a basket of balls. "Let's make it clear first, if I win, I can decide who I can't hug."
Tsk, isn't that childish?
Du Weiguo looked at his wife with considerable confidence—
The distance is quite far. Usually, I can make seven or eight shots, so I definitely can't beat myself.
But to my surprise, something strange happened: all ten of Lin Meiling's shots went into the basket today.
With perfect accuracy, Du Weiguo no longer needs to compete.
Seeing his wife's enthusiastic expression, Du Weiguo still picked up the ball and threw it in—
If you're not careful, one ball bounces out after it goes in, so you only made nine.
Oh no, I can't hug him anymore.
Du Weiguo sighed, and the atmosphere eased.
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