"Chu Yiqing! You were staying at your mother's house, taking care of our whole family. How could Jianan come back after you kicked him out? Where would your father and I put our faces?!"
Liang Yinqiu frowned, glared, and slightly raised his chin. His eyes were full of severity, and it was obvious that he was really angry.
She really wanted to say that Chu Yiqing was extremely stupid.
However, before she could finish, Chu Yiqing, who was much more aggressive than her, said in a louder voice:
"Mom, what did I say wrong? Is it because of me that he can't get promoted? Why do I have to be so careful?
He should be ashamed of us mother and daughter. He has accomplished nothing, and you still praise him!
I have never seen a man like him. He is stubborn. Even if he is not right, he is right.
I only know that it’s not shameful to find someone, but it’s shameful if you can’t get promoted.
Other people's husbands are always better than their wives. They pave the way for their wives and never complain about how tired or hard it is. They always arrange everything perfectly for their wives.
He is so good.
I am a woman, and I went out to arrange things for him, notifying everyone and asking them to vote for our Jian'an family in the democratic election. I was almost begging everyone for help.
Everything was clearly arranged for him, so what did he do? He's so hypocritical! If he's really so noble, why would he run for election?
"Yiqing, you...you're thirty, not a child anymore, and this is how you come to wish us a happy new year, right?!"
Liang Yinqiu wanted to scold her daughter with so many words, but when she heard the sound that could lift the roof off the house, and saw her daughter looking up at her and yelling at her, slapping the bed one after another while she was unhappy, she was so angry...
Liang Yinqiu cried, rolled up her apron and wiped her tears.
Chu Hongtian, who was outside the door, listened to everything in the room. He was defeated by Liang Yinqiu's few words and was unable to defeat his daughter's voice. He hated her so much.
How can I be a mother? Lao Liang is such a loser!
Chu Hongtian frowned and just as he was about to push the door open, he heard footsteps running down the stairs. Turning around, he saw Wang Xintong, who was only seven years old during the Chinese New Year.
Tongtong was holding the stairs with one hand and holding the cake with the other. The chubby child was staring at Chu Hongtian with wide eyes.
"Mom, what are you doing? You actually hit me!" Chu Yiqing's sharp voice came, and Tongtong's little body trembled.
Wang Xintong was frightened by his mother's voice, and after shaking, he seemed to react. He blinked his eyes, and his expression, which had been stunned just now, turned into a pout.
As the saying goes, June's weather is like a child's face.
Little Wang Xintong's mouth became more and more pouty. He stood on the steps and looked at Chu Hongtian. Suddenly, he cried out "Wow" and burst into tears. His open mouth was still stuffed with pastries, and there were cake crumbs around his mouth, which were about to fall off. Then he cried and coughed.
This frightened Chu Hongtian. He threw the briefcase at the sofa, ran upstairs in a few steps, picked up the child, held him in his palm, and ordered:
"Hurry up and spit it out. Listen to grandpa and spit out what's in your mouth!"
When Wang Xintong saw someone trying to comfort her, she cried even harder, shaking her head violently and crying with her mouth open. She coughed and called out, "Dad, I'm looking for Dad."
Chu Hongtian patted the child's back with his big hand without knowing how deep it was. This time he changed the topic to a discussion, and he was very anxious:
"Tongtong, spit out the cake quickly. Daddy will be back soon. Okay? Don't cry, don't cry."
There was finally some movement in the quarreling room on the first floor, and the mother and daughter ran out with tears in their eyes. Chu Yiqing even ran out barefoot.
Wang Xintong saw his mother and turned around to cry even harder, but he was so anxious that he vomited the cake and kept emphasizing to Chu Hongtian:
"Daddy, I want daddy!"
Chu Hongtian was at a loss. Apart from repeatedly emphasizing that Daddy would be back soon, he had no other options. As he was walking upstairs with Wang Xintong in his arms, he suddenly turned his head and glared at his daughter with eyes as sharp as knives.
The child doesn't look for his mother when he cries, but looks for his father first when he feels wronged. It is obvious that his daughter's mother is not a very good one!
Liang Yinqiu stepped forward to take over the child, but Chu Hongtian ignored everyone and went upstairs with the child in his arms, coaxing her as he climbed the stairs:
"Don't cry, listen to grandpa, let's go upstairs and ride a big horse, grandpa will be the horse..."
Liang Yinqiu pointed at Chu Yiqing and cursed in disappointment:
"You scolded your husband and he ran away. You scared your child so much. You made your mother cry on New Year's Day. Do you feel better now?"
After saying that, Liang Yinqiu turned and went into the bedroom, lying there with heart medicine in her mouth, crying silently.
Chu Yiqing sat cross-legged on the sofa, covering her face with her hands, crying hard.
She didn't understand. It wasn't a big deal. She and Wang Jianan used to quarrel like this often. Why was it magnified when they got to her parents' house?
She is afraid of others interfering in everything, especially between husband and wife. Don’t her parents know?
If her parents hadn't gotten involved, would this have happened?!
Chu Hongtian upstairs was already sweating profusely from trying to coax the child.
Chu Hongtian didn't know how to take care of children. As soon as he turned the corner of the second floor and saw Tongtong crying loudly, he picked up the child and flew around. He was so tired that he was panting. When he heard the child's screams, he became more excited.
After flying, he squatted down again, told Tongtong to stop crying, and rode on his back. The old lady was scared and pointed at his waist and refused to let him go.
"It's okay, Mom. How heavy can a little dumpling like him be?"
The old lady would pull Tongtong over to open the milk powder can, and then pull Chu Hongtian to stop her from carrying him around.
Even Chu Ci was leaning against the door and watching.
He felt that this family was really boring and that it was quieter at his grandfather's place. But...
From the day his uncle's younger brother pointed at him and scolded him for not having the surname Zhang, he understood that his uncle's family was the real home.
His last name is Chu, and his father is Chu Hongchi. As a child of Chu Hongchi, he shouldn't be able to live by anyone else's wishes.
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