[Just hearing about it is suffocating. How is this any different from controlling a daughter's entire life?]
[They even installed surveillance cameras in the room? That's...that's too cruel! If my parents treated me like that, I would definitely make a scene.]
Whether it's an adult or a child, everyone needs their own private space and time. Pressuring them like this will drive them crazy sooner or later!
I can't breathe, get me some nitroglycerin.
"No, that's not how it is."
"The food outside is all made with gutter oil. It's not as clean, hygienic, or delicious as what I make myself. I've gone to great lengths to make her different breakfasts, lunches, and dinners every day. I even enrolled in a cooking class and research new recipes for her every day."
“She was very happy after eating what I made, and she smiled and said to me, ‘Mom, I’m so happy.’”
“My daughter is happy eating the food I cook, so why would she envy the food from those roadside stalls?”
The woman shook her head in disbelief.
I don't believe it.
She doesn't believe it!
"She came back a little late, and I called her because I was worried about her and afraid something might have happened to her!"
“You know there are so many human traffickers these days, and I only have one daughter. What if... what if my daughter gets abducted as soon as she steps out of the school gate? I asked her to show me the surroundings to make sure she's safe!”
"I enrolled her in so many extracurricular classes so that she could develop herself and have a skill in the future."
“I read her diary simply to learn more about her, to know what she was thinking, and to know what kind of friends she had. I had no intention of prying into her secrets.”
"Since she doesn't like me controlling her, doesn't like so many extracurricular classes, and doesn't like me reading her diary, why doesn't she say so..."
“If she says it, I’m sure… I’ll definitely reflect on it and won’t do it again.”
The woman explained that she was emotionally agitated.
Seeing the woman's attempt to argue, Jiang Yuan chuckled, "She told you, but you just wouldn't listen."
"She said, 'Mom, I don't like the piano, I don't like dancing, I don't like calligraphy classes, I don't like guzheng classes... I prefer drawing.' Do you remember what you said?"
Jiang Yuan asked, her voice turning colder.
The woman's face changed drastically, her sharp eyes fixed on Jiang Yuan.
“You said that your mother worked hard to earn money to enroll you in so many extracurricular classes so that you could have a skill in the future. How can you just give up halfway through and not learn anymore? When your mother was young, she wanted to learn but didn’t have the money to.
"You coaxed her to continue learning, and even said that since she likes drawing, she should sign up for another drawing class."
"You enrolled her in an art class the next day, but she doesn't have a regular schedule to begin with, and the time for the art class was squeezed out from her homework time. In order for your daughter to follow the path you set, you don't allow her to play with her classmates after school, and except for her duty, she must be back home within twenty minutes after school."
"Homework must be completed within half an hour to forty minutes in order to have time to learn drawing and other courses."
“When your daughter goes overtime with her homework, you go crazy and blame her for not managing her time well. So your daughter can only use every available moment to finish her homework in the gaps, but she doesn’t even have a chance to catch her breath.”
Jiang Yuan looked at the woman in front of him and spoke slowly and deliberately.
The woman, her eyes brimming with tears, kept shaking her head, not believing what Jiang Yuan was saying.
"You resort to moral blackmail as soon as she shows the slightest sign of resistance."
"Gradually, your daughter stopped resisting. She did what you set out for her, acting as a machine, a puppet... She did whatever you wanted her to do."
"Gradually, she became the most outstanding daughter in your eyes, the daughter the neighbors wanted. You enjoyed others' envy that you had a smart and capable daughter, and you kept imposing your own expectations on her."
"Later, whenever your daughter wasn't first in her grade, you would hire a tutor for her, and if her grades dropped even a little, you would completely negate all her efforts."
"From the very beginning when she learned to walk, you praised her with a smile, saying how great and smart she was, but later... all that was left was to put her down."
“If someone is better than your daughter or your daughter doesn’t get first place, you will put her down and say that you’ve wasted so much money and so many extracurricular classes, and that she can’t even beat so-and-so.”
“Winning has unknowingly taken over your life, and you feel that your life is a failure, so you will not allow your daughter to fail in the future.”
Jiang Yuan continued.
The woman cried loudly, "No, that's not how it is."
"I just want her to be better, I just want her to have a good future."
"You've never been a mother, you don't understand. A good child means a good mother. I'm always doing this for her own good!"
The woman didn't believe that the problem lay with her upbringing.
She was only doing it for the child's good, so what could she have done wrong?
This is really extreme.
[Why won't you admit that you're imposing your own ideals on your daughter without considering her wishes?]
Sigh, being born into a family like this, even eating dragon meat every day would taste bland. This kind of life is more painful than being in prison for reformation.
Yes, she's too controlling.
“When your daughter was in junior high school, she asked to live at school, but you refused. You said you were afraid she would be bullied, and she also had many extracurricular classes to attend. You promised to pick her up on time.”
"Later, your daughter made a friend, a man."
"You were afraid she would fall in love too early, and even more afraid that the boy would affect your daughter's grades, so you chose to complain directly to the school teacher. The teacher called the boy to the office for a talk, and after that, the boy never dared to approach your daughter again. You were very satisfied with this result."
"Later, your daughter got along well with her deskmate, but that deskmate was an average student and would play with his classmates and buy food from roadside stalls outside the school every day after school."
“Once, you saw her handing food to your daughter and lending her her phone to your daughter to teach her how to play games.”
"You've always refused to let your daughter play on her phone or watch TV because you were afraid she'd become addicted and neglect her studies. Now, someone is secretly teaching your daughter how to use a phone, and you're scared. You're afraid that the daughter you've worked so hard to teach for so many years will be changed and will slip out of your control."
"After your daughter came home, you suppressed your anger and gently asked her if she had bought anything from a roadside stall or played games. Your daughter was frightened by your appearance and chose to lie."
"At this moment, you couldn't sit still anymore. The daughter you raised with your own hands had learned to lie. You raised your hand and slapped your daughter."
"After that, you felt that your deskmate would affect your daughter and ruin all your hard work over the years, so the next day you transferred your daughter to a prestigious private school."
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