Chu Ci walked downstairs with his arms swaying. He saw his sister sitting barefoot on the sofa crying. Her eyes, like deep pools of water, stared directly at Chu Yiqing and she said in a hoarse voice:
"Sister, have you noticed the white hair on Auntie's head in the past year?"
"That's what you worry about with your brother!"
“Look, there’s some commotion downstairs now, but our grandma won’t even come down.
Please check again tonight. After your uncle has finished coaxing the child, what time will the light in the study be on until?"
After saying that, Chu Ci didn't care what Chu Yiqing could say next. He remained speechless, bent down, picked up the unfinished windmill, and turned to leave.
Chu Yiqing looked at her cousin's back in a daze.
Why? As if it was all her fault? What did she do wrong?!
Chu Yiqing cried for a while, thought for a while, wiped her tears with both hands, tidied her hair, looked up at her mother's bedroom door, found a pair of slippers on the shoe rack and put them on barefoot, then ran to the bathroom to wash her face, tidied herself up, and then went upstairs.
She still didn't believe it. If others couldn't take care of it, could she not take care of her own child?
Wang Xintong upstairs had just been coaxed when his mother pushed the door open and pulled him over.
In front of Chu Hongtian, Old Lady Chu, and Chu Ci, Chu Yiqing yelled at Wang Xintong:
"How old are you? Don't you know that your grandpa has a back injury? Why is he still carrying you on his back? Can you please listen to me? What time is it? Why are you still acting crazy and making a fuss? Did you wet the bed at night?! Come on, come into the house with me, wash your face, brush your teeth, and go to bed."
"Wow!" Wang Xintong was startled. He turned to look at his mother, then looked at his grandfather confusedly, and after thinking for a while, he burst into tears.
Chu Yiqing suddenly rushed into the room like this, scolding the child with a bad look on his face, which made Chu Hongtian very angry.
Only today did Chu Hongtian clearly realize how much his daughter deserved a beating and how spoiled she was by his wife.
General Chu was so angry that his hands were shaking. He had just made his little grandson happy when his daughter scolded him and scared the child to tears again.
"Get out of here!"
Chu Yiqing spoke with confidence, raised his face and said stubbornly:
"Dad, I'm taking care of my own child. Can you please stop interfering for him? He will be even more difficult to discipline. Children are best at reading people's expressions when they have someone to support them!" As he spoke, he pulled Wang Xintong, who was hiding behind, out of the door.
Old Mrs. Chu sighed as she sat on the edge of the bed, her thoughts drifting far. She figured, given her granddaughter's temper, she had to get that big factory back. Otherwise, if Xiaofeng and Xiaoci ever needed money, would they be able to rely on her sister for money? It would be too much to ask for her help. Look at how she treats her own children like class enemies.
Chu Hongtian closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said in a terrifyingly dull voice:
"If you want to deal with something, go back to your home. Chu Yiqing, this is not the place for you to cause trouble."
Chu Yiqing was frightened by her father's tone and didn't dare to talk back. However, this time she didn't drag Wang Xintong to the door, but picked up the child.
Wang Xintong cried loudly. She held the child in one hand and slapped the child's butt a few times. She then quickly went to the guest room.
The sound of a child crying shrilly could be heard from the corridor.
Wang Xintong was also very stubborn. The more his mother told him to hold it back, the more he cried. Then the more Chu Yiqing hit him, the more he made a fuss. It was a vicious cycle.
In the end, Chu Yiqing was so angry that he dug out a feather duster from the customer service corner.
The seven-year-old Douding burst into tears and tried to escape in a hurry, almost tripping over himself. As his little hand just touched the door lock, Chu Yiqing ran over and caught him back.
Wang Xintong felt that it was over and the situation was hopeless.
This isn't my grandparents' house. No one in this house can do this.
It seems that grandpa will not come to the rescue, dad is not at home, great-grandmother doesn't care, grandma can't take care of mom, and my younger uncle is not as reliable as my older uncle.
"Are you going to cry or not?!" With a snap, the feather duster hit the ground.
The child felt wronged and frightened. He didn't understand what he had done wrong, so he threw his head back and hiccuped, "No, no more," trying to hold back the tears.
It is easy to imagine how the Chu family members outside felt when they heard the voices of scolding and crying children inside through the door.
…
It was almost late at night.
Chu Hongtian suddenly sat up. Liang Yinqiu was also awake. She turned on the desk lamp and handed Chu Hongtian his coat.
"What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? You, you are really useless!
You said that as a father, I can't beat or scold Yiqing, as she's still a girl and she's married and has children. You have to be more careful!
But how do you manage it?
Normally, when you two get together, instead of thinking about who Xiaofeng will find as a partner, can you please talk about your own daughter first? You are worrying about nothing!"
Liang Yinqiu frowned, her eyes slightly red and swollen, that was also because she was angry with her daughter:
"Why didn't I care? She has to listen to me. Don't you know what your own child is like?"
Chu Hongtian snorted:
"She's the boss now, and she's even more authoritarian than me! This is only the case in Jian'an. If it were a bandit, they would cause chaos. Yinqiu, Yinqiu, you..."
He turned around and looked at his wife, and found that Liang Yinqiu was not as energetic as him.
Chu Hongtian sighed, suppressed his complaints, and asked, "Jian'an hasn't come back yet?"
Liang Yinqiu also sat up, leaned against the headboard, and asked doubtfully:
"Could it be that you're back on that side? I'm sorry I came back?"
The old couple was silent for two minutes.
Liang Yinqiu sighed and said:
"Oh, Yiqing really pissed me off today. Don't you think our daughter is stupid? She doesn't make a fuss at home, but here she is, arguing right in front of us. She's really trying to piss us off. Doesn't she understand this?"
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