Zheng Jingchu didn't come out and didn't even have dinner.
Zheng Haicheng didn't care. He just starved him to make him reflect on his mistakes and respect his elders in the future.
If you are really too hungry to bear it, you will naturally come out to find food.
Then he would take the opportunity to teach Zheng Jingchu a lesson.
Before going to bed, Zheng Haicheng was thinking about his son who had not had dinner yet. Zhu Qiaolan hooked her neck around him and he fell into the arms of tenderness. That was the only thing on his mind, and he couldn't think of anything else.
The next day, Zheng Haicheng got up to go to work and saw his mother-in-law sleeping on the sofa. He was shocked and asked, "Mom, why are you sleeping here?"
"Your son wouldn't open the door for me." Wang Guimei sighed and sat up. "I'm old now, and I didn't expect to have to endure this."
Zheng Haicheng said guiltily, "Mom, Jingchu is still young."
"I know. The child is young. I won't force him. Just wait until he accepts Qiaolan." Wang Guimei waved her hand, got up and walked towards the kitchen. "I'll go cook."
Zheng Haicheng took a deep breath, walked to the door of his son's room, raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Jingchu, I'm your father, open the door for me."
After waiting for a while, I heard footsteps.
After all, he is just a child. After being beaten by Zhu Qiaolan in the morning, he didn't eat breakfast and only had a few bites at noon. He originally wanted to wait for Zheng Haicheng to come home from get off work and complain to his father, but he didn't expect his father to stand on the side of his stepmother. Zheng Jingchu was so angry that he didn't even eat dinner.
She was so hungry that she opened the door, pouted her mouth, and looked at Zheng Haicheng with her red and swollen eyes with grievance.
Zheng Haicheng's heart softened. He bent down, picked up Zheng Jingchu and sat him on the sofa.
Touching his little face, she said, "Why are you doing this? Qiaolan treats you very well, and so does grandma. Why can't you change your mind and get along well with them?"
"Dad, I'm your biological son, how can you side with outsiders?" Zheng Jingchu stared at Zheng Haicheng in disbelief with his eyes wide open.
He originally thought that his father came to apologize to him, but he didn't expect that his father still sided with that bad woman.
Zheng Haicheng frowned, "After a whole night, you still haven't reflected on it?"
Zheng Jingchu pursed his lips and remained silent stubbornly.
Zheng Haicheng frowned and looked at Zheng Jingchu, wondering if this child was spoiled by him.
We have to set rules!
He pushed Zheng Jingchu off his legs and said, "Stand still!"
Zheng Jingchu glanced at his father and stopped complaining. He just stood at the foot of the wall, lowered his head, and didn't even look at his father.
He was so disappointed in his father!
He Miao was right, since he had a stepmother, he also had a stepfather.
His father now only likes that bad woman and no longer likes him as his son.
The more he thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. Zheng Jingchu's shoulders shrugged and tears fell like beads from a broken string, but he didn't cry out loud and didn't apologize.
Even after breakfast, Zheng Haicheng didn't hear his son say anything to give in.
It was almost time to go to work, and he had no time to reason with his son.
He whispered to Zhu Qiaolan, "If Jingchu apologizes to you later, you can steam an egg custard for him. He likes to eat that."
"Okay, I'll steam two eggs for him." Zhu Qiaolan said with a smile, "Go to work without worry, I will take good care of Jingchu."
Zheng Haicheng nodded, and before leaving, he glanced at his son who was standing there stubbornly, sighed in disappointment, and left.
After the door closed, Zhu Qiaolan's face changed. She walked up to Zheng Jingchu and lifted his chin with one hand.
He said fiercely, "Did you forget what I said yesterday?"
Zheng Jingchu was forced to raise his head. He was thinking about what this bad woman had said to him yesterday. Before he could remember, he was slapped hard on the butt.
He was about to cry out when a towel was stuffed into his mouth, muffling his sound.
Zheng Jingchu looked at Zhu Qiaolan, who was staring at him sinisterly, in horror, only to see her raise her hand...
Zheng Jingchu was pinned to the sofa and beaten by Zhu Qiaolan, even more severely than yesterday.
With a towel stuffed in his mouth, he couldn't cry, and his face was covered with tears and snot.
Zhu Qiaolan was tired of beating him, so she stopped and sat next to Zheng Jingchu, scaring him so much that his little body shook non-stop.
Zhu Qiaolan saw this and smiled disdainfully.
You see, people always bully the weak and fear the strong.
Jiang Chunlin is the workshop director and Shen Qinghe is a designer, so even her biological father chose to stand on their side and work together to send her in!
"Jingchu, I don't want to hit you, but you are too disobedient. What should I do if you continue to be so disobedient?"
The look Zhu Qiaolan gave Zheng Jingchu at this moment was as cold and cruel as a snake staring at its prey.
Zheng Jingchu's face turned pale with fright. He couldn't speak and could only shake his head continuously.
Zhu Qiaolan glanced at the torn towel in his mouth and looked at Zheng Jingchu fiercely.
"As long as you stop yelling and screaming, I'll get the towel for you."
Zheng Jingchu nodded hurriedly.
Zhu Qiaolan reached out and grabbed the towel.
"Help! My vicious stepmother is killing people... wuwu..."
As Zheng Jingchu was about to speak, his mouth was blocked again.
Zhu Qiaolan squatted in front of Zheng Jingchu and slowly stroked his little face with her cold fingers.
"Jingchu, you still don't learn your lesson. You treat my words as fart!"
Zheng Jingchu looked at Zhu Qiaolan in fear, and then slapped her hard.
"How can you be so dirty? You're so old and you still wet your pants."
Zhu Qiaolan took a few steps back, looked at the pool of yellow urine on the ground, pulled Zheng Jingchu up, pushed him into the toilet, and threw him a pair of pants.
"Clean it up yourself. If I smell urine on you, I'll beat you up."
Zheng Jingchu sat on the floor of the toilet holding his pants, stuffing his pants into his mouth to prevent his crying from leaking out. He cried breathlessly, and the whimpering sounded very miserable.
Zhu Qiaolan stood at the door of the toilet, listening to the noise inside with an expressionless face.
"Qiaolan, isn't this a bit too much?" Wang Guimei walked over and said in a low voice with some reluctance.
She also has grandchildren, and seeing such a young child being beaten like this, she felt a little bit uncomfortable.
Zhu Qiaolan raised her eyelids and looked at Wang Guimei expressionlessly.
"When I was sent in, did anyone ever think that I was still young and this would ruin my life!"
Wang Guimei felt as if her heart was stabbed by a knife. Thinking of her daughter going to jail and her being divorced, her heart gradually hardened.
"Qiaolan, mother said that no matter what you do, mother will support you!"
Zhu Qiaolan tilted her head and leaned on Wang Guimei's shoulder. "Mom, you are the only one in this world who treats me well. Everyone else wants me to die."
Wang Guimei wanted to say that her father and her older brothers were also very good to her.
But since Zhu Qiaolan went to jail, they have never had any contact since then.
"What did you say?" Zhu Zhihong stood up from the sofa and looked at Zhu Zhigang in shock.
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