Xia's father hurriedly stood up, rubbed his hands on his pants, and then extended his hand to shake hands with Zhao Wuyuan. "Teacher, hello, I am Xia Muran's father."
Zhao Wuyuan was a man of few words and rarely smiled, which Xia's father secretly admired; he truly deserved to be called a cultured man.
As for why it was "as expected," let's not dwell on that trivial matter.
Zhao Wuyuan released his grip and said, "I'm here to talk to you about the child Muran."
"What wrong has this girl done?" Xia's mother dragged over a chair for Zhao Wuyuan and sat down respectfully. "Teacher, this girl is tough and resilient. If she does something wrong, please discipline her. Isn't there a saying that 'spare the rod and spoil the child'?"
Oh dear, you can't learn without being disciplined; I can even use idioms now!
Xia's mother was very pleased with herself.
Zhao Wuyuan frowned. "Is this how you usually are?"
Xia's mother was stunned for a moment, then said, "That's right!"
It's not wrong for children to do something wrong; isn't it normal for parents to discipline them a little?
Zhao Wuyuan's anger flared up instantly. "Although Xia Muran is your child, she is also an independent person. If she does something wrong, you can talk to her and teach her. How can you hit her at the drop of a hat?"
“She’s my daughter, I raised her, so what’s wrong with me hitting her?” Xia’s mother was dissatisfied with Zhao Wuyuan’s condemning tone. If a child is not properly raised, it’s the father’s fault. What’s wrong with her disciplining her child?
When Zhao Wuyuan saw Xia's mother's expression, veins bulged on his temples. His thirty-two years of self-control had crumbled in an instant.
Ultimately, Xia's mother was also a formidable figure.
Beside him, Xia's father shouted, "Go inside and eat!"
Xia's mother shuddered, and in a panic, she took Xia Qingqing's hand and led her upstairs.
"Mom, I'm not full yet!" Xia Qingqing pouted, turning back frequently, looking longingly at the poached chicken on the table. That fragrant poached chicken, she had only eaten one chicken butt.
"Eat, eat, eat, all you ever do is eat. Do you want to be like your sister?"
"No." Xia Qingqing shrank her neck, her face as pale as snow.
"I know, now hurry up and come with me."
Xia's mother forcefully pulled Xia Qingqing away, and their voices gradually faded into the distance.
In the restaurant on the first floor, only four people remained: the original owner's father, the original owner's younger brother Xia Cai, Zhao Wuyuan, and Ji Xiaoxiao, who was lost in thought.
"Teacher Zhao, women are short-sighted and ignorant, please don't mind."
Xia's father bowed deeply, his breath rumbling as he apologized.
Zhao Wuyuan was flattered and quickly waved his hand, "It's nothing, it's nothing."
Xia's father breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Zhao Wuyuan with eager eyes, as if Zhao Wuyuan were a walking, moving golden man. Xia's father was extremely envious.
Xia's father was so enthusiastic that Zhao Wuyuan couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh. For a moment, the sound of Xia Cai chewing could be clearly heard in the restaurant.
With a loud slap, Xia's father hit Xia Cai on the head. The dinner was being enjoyed when it was interrupted halfway through. Xia Cai, who was only half full, was indignant and banged his chopsticks loudly.
"Don't you even know how to be polite?" Xia's father asked angrily.
Xia Cai, incredibly bold, made a face and said, "I don't understand."
After saying that, Xia Cai ran off like a shot.
Xia's father blushed, his smile more like a grimace. Zhao Wuyuan, sensing the situation, turned and whispered to Ji Xiaoxiao. Xia's father opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.
After a while, Xia's father said, "Teacher, would you like something to eat?"
Dining culture takes center stage!
There's nothing a meal can't solve; if there is, then have two!
Zhao Wuyuan shook his head and told Xia's father everything that had happened at noon that day.
"Jump off a building?" Xia's father shouted, "You actually dare to jump off a building? I raised you for seventeen years, and you haven't given me a single hair back, and you just want to leave like that?"
Mr. Xia was furious; his face flushed red, and he no longer cared about his image in front of the teacher.
Ji Xiaoxiao hid behind Zhao Wuyuan, clutching his clothes tremblingly. Zhao Wuyuan stepped aside, effectively blocking Ji Xiaoxiao from view.
The two worked together seamlessly, making Xia's father seem like an outsider.
“Mr. Xia, please calm down. Getting angry and hitting the child won’t help,” Zhao Wuyuan reassured him.
Heeding Zhao Wuyuan's advice, Xia's father sat down, his chest heaving, and downed the strong liquor on the table in one gulp. The fiery liquor surged into his stomach and intestines, fueling Xia's father's anger even more.
"No, if we don't discipline this girl, she'll start climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles."
Xia's father slammed down his wine glass.
Ji Xiaoxiao cried out and silently shed tears.
“Mr. Xia, as Muran’s father, why didn’t you ask Muran why he wanted to jump off the building?” Zhao Wuyuan recalled Ji Xiaoxiao’s words at noon, “Did you take Muran into the room while Muran’s mother was out and then close the door?”
"Yes." Since the man was bold and responsible, why wouldn't Xia's father dare to say so?
Scumbag!
Zhao Wuyuan glanced coldly at Xia's father, took out his phone, and dialed the police number. "Hello, is this the police station? I found someone committing indecent acts..."
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