“…”
As soon as these words came out, the whole living room fell silent for a moment.
Mrs. Zhong, who was in the kitchen, leaned out and scolded Mr. Zhong before he could speak: "Wanwan, stop talking nonsense."
He then said to Zhong Manhua: "Wanwan is just talking nonsense. Don't bother with her about whether to fire her or not."
Zhong Manhua forced a smile: "What are you talking about, Third Sister-in-law? Wanwan is so well-behaved."
But my heart was beating fast.
Because Madam Mu was there at the time, she didn't ask in detail. She only knew that Ying Zijin had beaten someone.
She didn't receive any more calls after that and forgot about it.
If Ying Zijin was really fired, where would she put her face?
Mr. Zhong didn't say anything. He put on his reading glasses, picked up his phone, and said slowly, "I'll call Qingzhi."
"Dad, please stop worrying about it." Zhong Manhua didn't want to lose face, so she lowered her voice and said, "Let me do it."
"Do you think I don't know your stubborn personality?" Mr. Zhong waved his hand. "If you come, I'm afraid you'll scold the child first."
Zhong Manhua was embarrassed and angry: "Dad, what are you talking about?"
Mr. Zhong ignored her and took out the phone number of the gifted class teacher from his address book and called him.
The call was connected quickly.
"Hello, teacher. I am Zijin's grandpa. I want to ask about Zijin's..."
Listening to the conversation between Mr. Zhong and Teacher Xu, Zhong Zhiwan clenched the cup.
As for what Ying Zijin did this morning, no one cared and he was definitely going to be fired.
Even if Mr. Zhong went now, it would be too late.
She really couldn't understand why her grandfather was so good to an adopted daughter. No matter how successful the illegitimate sons of the Zhong family were, they couldn't make old man Zhong soften his heart.
What qualifications does an adopted daughter who knows nothing have?
"What?!" Mr. Zhong was talking when his expression suddenly changed. "Okay, okay, I understand. Thank you, teacher."
Zhong Manhua was restless and extremely anxious.
After waiting for Mr. Zhong to hang up the phone, she finally spoke: "Dad, I didn't teach her well. Don't worry, I will..."
Mr. Zhong interrupted her directly: "What did you do this morning?"
Zhong Manhua was stunned: "Mrs. Mu and I are having morning tea at the old house to discuss something. Dad, why are you asking this..."
"You have time for tea, but no time to go to school?" Mr. Zhong was immediately furious. "Do you know how much injustice Zijin suffered in school? You didn't even ask what happened and just assumed it was her fault? You feel embarrassed and don't want to go?"
"If that kid from the Fu family hadn't stepped in, Zijin would have really been fired. Are you just a decoration, mother? Huh?!"
"Even if I gave birth to a vase, it would be more useful than you!"
Zhong Manhua was stunned by the scolding and her face turned red.
Zhong Zhiwan was slightly surprised.
Wasn’t Ying Zijin fired?
Or was it Fu Yunshen who helped her?
Zhong Zhiwan pursed his lips, feeling a little bad.
"Your daughter, you don't believe that there is a mother like you?" Old Master Zhong was very angry, "When Zijin comes, apologize to her."
Zhong Manhua looked up suddenly: "Dad!"
Mr. Zhong didn't look at her, turned his back and dialed another number.
——
When Ying Zijin received the call, she had just finished a new round of physical therapy for Wen Fengmian.
She glanced at the caller notes, picked up the phone, and said in a gentle tone, "Well, I'm free tonight. Okay, I'll go back to see you later."
"What's wrong?" Wen Fengmian was worried, "Is it from the Ying family?"
"No." Ying Zijin held his shoulders and said, "I'll be back tomorrow, Dad, remember to take your medicine on time."
"Yaoyao, don't be too tired." Wen Fengmian hesitated, "Dad is still young, you should take care of yourself, don't buy any medicine, eat something good."
As parents, we always think about our children.
"You can rest assured about this." Ying Zijin peeled off a piece of chocolate, "I won't let myself suffer when it comes to food."
It's true that she is short of money.
You can earn money again if you lose it, but you can’t miss out on delicious food.
"Be careful." Wen Fengmian sent her out and reminded her, "Take good care of yourself and don't get into conflicts with your classmates at school. You can ask Yuyu for help with your studies, but don't put too much pressure on yourself."
Ying Zijin hummed, waved lazily, put on his schoolbag and left.
Forty minutes later, she arrived at the Zhong family's old house.
The locations of the old houses of the four wealthy families happen to occupy the four directions of Shanghai, so it is usually quite far to visit them.
"婠...Zijin, come here." Finally seeing someone, Mr. Zhong was very happy and waved to the girl, "Let grandpa see if you have lost weight recently."
Ying Zijin paused for a moment before walking over: "Grandpa."
"You've lost some weight." Grandpa Zhong touched his chin, reluctantly satisfied. "But you've become prettier. Very good, very good. Grandpa will buy you some clothes later. It's not good to always wear black."
Ying Zijin responded one by one.
"Sit down, sit down." Mr. Zhong patted the seat beside him. "I made some black chicken soup today. It's a good way to replenish your body."
After getting Mr. Zhong's permission, the servants brought the meal and everyone else took their seats.
Zhong Zhiwan held the chopsticks, having no appetite at all, feeling upset.
Old Master Zhong glanced at Zhong Manhua indifferently, with an intimidating look without even getting angry.
Zhong Manhua endured it and had to apologize.
However, the girl didn't even look at her, as if she didn't hear her, and was eating the golden corn very seriously.
Zhong Manhua's face turned pale.
In front of so many people, you don't even give her a way out?
"Do you like this?" Mr. Zhong noticed. "Ask them to make another plate."
Ying Zijin shook her head slightly: "No, Grandpa, I can't eat that much."
Mr. Zhong was afraid that she would be too polite, so he just said, "Just tell me what you like. I'm waiting in the kitchen."
Zhong Zhiwan couldn't bear to watch it anymore. She stood up with a cold expression: "Grandpa, I'm full. I'm going back to the house first."
Mr. Zhong nodded and said nothing.
Zhong Zhiwan went upstairs holding his breath.
How could Mrs. Zhong not understand her daughter? She smiled and said, "Grandpa, the study in the elite class is very heavy recently. Wanwan is going back to study seriously. Please don't complain that she doesn't talk to you more."
This sentence reminded Mr. Zhong: "Zijin, are you under a lot of pressure in your studies? Do you want Wanwan to help you catch up?"
Mrs. Zhong almost couldn't hold back her laughter.
Zhong Zhiwan is the top student in the grade, so how could he have the time to tutor an adopted daughter?
"Thank you for your kindness, Grandpa." Ying Zijin leaned back in his chair, looking lazy, "But I plan to change classes."
"Change it?" Mr. Zhong was stunned. "Why?"
Ying Zijin took a sip of soup and said, "I don't want to stay here anymore. It's annoying."
Zhong Manhua had been enduring, but finally she couldn't bear it anymore.
She put her chopsticks on the table with a "snap" sound, and said angrily: "The Elite Class is the best class in Qingzhi. Do you know how much effort it took for you to get into the Ying family with your grades?"
"If you say you don't want to stay, then don't stay. Do you think you represent just yourself?"
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