Chapter 36 Are you just a figurehead as a mother?
"..."
The living room fell silent for a moment after he said that.
Mrs. Zhong, who was in the kitchen, leaned out and scolded Mr. Zhong before he could speak: "Wanwan, don't talk nonsense."
He then said to Zhong Manhua, "Wanwan is just talking nonsense, what do you mean by being fired or not? Don't take it to heart."
Zhong Manhua forced a smile: "What are you saying, Third Sister-in-law? Wanwan is so well-behaved."
My heart was pounding.
Because Madam Mu was present at the time, she didn't ask any questions in detail, only knowing that Ying Zijing had hit someone.
She didn't receive any more calls after that, so she forgot about it.
If Ying Zijing really gets fired, where will she put her face?
Grandpa Zhong didn't say anything. He put on his reading glasses, picked up his phone, and slowly said, "I'll call Qingzhi."
"Dad, don't worry about it." Zhong Manhua didn't want to lose face, so she lowered her voice. "Let me do it."
"Do you think I don't know how strong-willed you are?" Old Master Zhong waved his hand. "If you come, I'm afraid you'll scold the child first."
Zhong Manhua was both ashamed and angry: "Dad, what are you saying?"
Grandpa Zhong ignored her, took out the phone number of the head teacher of the elite class from his contacts, and dialed it.
The call was connected quickly.
"Hello, teacher, I'm Zijing's maternal grandfather. I'd like to ask about Zijing today..."
Listening to the conversation between Grandpa Zhong and Teacher Xu, Zhong Zhiwan gripped her cup tightly.
Given what Ying Zijing did this morning, no one is going to care; she's definitely going to be fired.
Even if Grandpa Zhong went now, it would be too late.
She truly couldn't understand why her grandfather was so good to an adopted daughter. No matter how successful the Zhong family's illegitimate sons were, they couldn't soften the old man's heart even a little.
What merits does an adopted daughter who knows nothing have?
"What?!" Grandpa Zhong's expression suddenly changed as he spoke. "Alright, alright, I understand. Thank you, teacher."
Zhong Manhua was restless and extremely anxious.
After finally waiting for Grandpa Zhong to hang up the phone, she finally spoke: "Dad, it's my fault for not teaching her properly. Don't worry, I'll take care of it when we get back..."
Grandpa Zhong interrupted her directly: "What did you do this morning?"
Zhong Manhua was taken aback: "Mrs. Mu and I were having morning tea at the old house, discussing some matters. Dad, why are you asking about this...?"
"You have time for tea, but no time for school?" Old Master Zhong was immediately furious. "Do you know how much Zijing has suffered at school? You don't even ask what happened before you assume it's her fault? You think it's shameful and therefore don't go?"
"If it weren't for that kid from the Fu family stepping in, Zijing would have really been expelled. Are you, her mother, just a figurehead? Huh?!"
"Even if I, your father, gave birth to a vase, it would be more useful than you!"
Zhong Manhua was stunned by the scolding, her face turning bright red.
Zhong Zhiwan was slightly taken aback.
Ying Zijin wasn't expelled?
Or did Fu Yunshen help her?
Zhong Zhiwan pursed her lips, feeling somewhat down.
"You don't believe me? What kind of mother are you?" Old Master Zhong was furious. "When Zijing arrives, apologize to her."
Zhong Manhua suddenly looked up: "Dad!"
Grandpa Zhong didn't look at her, turned his back, and pressed another number.
**
When Ying Zijing received the call, she had just finished another round of physical therapy for Wen Fengmian.
She glanced at the caller ID, answered, and said in a gentle tone, "Yes, I'm free tonight. Okay, I'll come see you later."
"What's wrong?" Wen Fengmian asked worriedly. "Is it the Ying family?"
“No.” Ying Zijing pressed his shoulder. “I’ll come back tomorrow, Dad. Remember to take your medicine on time.”
"Yaoyao, don't overwork yourself." Wen Fengmian hesitated, "Dad is still young. Take good care of yourself. Don't buy any medicine. Eat something good for yourself."
As parents, we are always thinking about our children.
"You can rest assured about that." Ying Zijin peeled open a piece of chocolate. "I won't deprive myself when it comes to food."
It's true that she's short of money.
Money can be earned back, but delicious food should never be missed.
"Be careful." Wen Fengmian saw her out and reminded her, "Take good care of yourself, don't get into conflicts with your classmates at school, and ask Yuyu for help with your studies. Don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Ying Zijing hummed in agreement, waved lazily, slung her backpack over her shoulder, and left.
Forty minutes later, she arrived at the Zhong family's old house.
The old residences of the four wealthy families happened to be located in four different directions of Shanghai, making it quite a distance to visit each other.
"Wan... Zijin, come here." Grandpa Zhong was very happy to finally see her and waved to the girl, "Let Grandpa see if you've lost weight recently."
Ying Zijing paused for a moment before walking over: "Grandpa."
"You've lost a bit of weight." Grandpa Zhong stroked his chin, barely satisfied. "But you've become more beautiful, very good, very good. I'll buy you some clothes later, it's not good to always wear black."
Ying Zijin responded to each of them.
"Sit down, sit down." Grandpa Zhong patted the seat next to him. "I made black chicken soup today, let's have a good nourishing meal."
With Mr. Zhong's permission, the servants began serving the meal, and everyone else took their seats.
Zhong Zhiwan held her chopsticks, but had no appetite at all; her heart felt heavy.
Grandpa Zhong glanced at Zhong Manhua indifferently, his presence commanding respect without anger.
Zhong Manhua hesitated for a moment, then had no choice but to bite the bullet and apologize.
However, the girl didn't even glance at her, as if she hadn't heard her, and continued eating her golden corn, quite intently.
Zhong Manhua's face turned ashen.
In front of so many people, they didn't even give her a way out?
"You like this?" Grandpa Zhong noticed. "Tell them to make another plate."
Ying Zijing shook her head slightly: "No need, Grandpa, I can't eat that much."
Grandpa Zhong, fearing she would be too polite, simply said, "Just tell me what you like, the kitchen is waiting for you."
Zhong Zhiwan couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up, her expression cold: "Grandpa, I'm full. I'm going back to my room."
Grandpa Zhong nodded without saying anything.
Zhong Zhiwan went upstairs, holding her breath.
How could Madam Zhong not understand her daughter? She smiled and said, "Grandpa, the elite class has been very busy lately, and Wanwan is studying hard at home. Please don't mind that she doesn't talk to you much."
This sentence reminded Grandpa Zhong: "Zijin, are you under a lot of pressure with your studies? Should we ask Wanwan to give you some extra help?"
Mrs. Zhong almost couldn't keep up her smile either.
Zhong Zhiwan is the top student in her grade, how could she possibly have the time to tutor an adopted daughter?
"Thank you for your kindness, Grandpa." Ying Zijing leaned back in her chair, looking languid. "However, I'm planning to change classes."
"Change it to another one?" Old Master Zhong was taken aback. "Why?"
Ying Zijing took a sip of soup: "I don't want to stay here anymore, it's quite annoying."
Zhong Manhua had been holding back, but she finally couldn't hold back any longer.
She slammed her chopsticks on the table with a "bang," her anger flaring: "The elite class is Qingzhi's best class. Do you know how much effort it took for you to get into Yingjia with your grades?"
"You think you can just quit like that? Do you think you represent only yourself?"
Grandpa Zhong: At least a vase looks nice, but what can you do?
Grandpa Zhong: He doesn't have many good points, except for his sharp tongue :)
(End of this chapter)
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