bestfiction Chapter 313: Being spoiled is like killing a child
Chapter 313: Being spoiled is like killing a child
Seeing his mother's cold glance at him, the fat man immediately stopped howling and fell silent. Uncle Tang felt at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He bowed and pleaded with the fat man, "Madam, the young master is still young. If he makes a mistake, he should correct it. Kneeling for a long time is harmful to his health."
"Uncle Tang, why do you care? You've been so nice to him, eating my meal at my table, and then he threw his chopsticks in my face. This is the first time in my life that I've been able to open my eyes!"
How shameful it is to be bullied by your own son!
Wangshu was unhappy and spoke his mind frankly, gritting his teeth and swearing harshly, "If it were anyone else, I would have made Qin Xiuyuan break his arm!"
The word "arm" was said in a heavy and harsh voice, and he replied to Old Tang's words towards the door without a happy expression on his face.
The fat man shrank his neck under his harsh gaze, hugged his fat arms and cried again. Wangshu became even more annoyed and irritated. He rushed over and bent down to meet a big bidou in the face. "Pa! Shut up!"
They didn't expect that people would start fighting in front of them. Everyone was afraid to breathe. Old Tang had good intentions but ended up with a bad result. Now they were even more afraid to stop him. They quickly winked at Xiaolu, who turned around and trotted towards the study.
The fat man was stunned by the beating! He covered his face with his hands, his eyes almost popping out of his head, his face full of disbelief, tears streaming down his face like strings, "Wuwuwu..."
"Qin Yuanxiao! You're going to yell again?" Wangshu pointed at his wailing son and said sternly, "You're so strong, you picked someone who's easy to bully. You're so promising! No need to kneel, I'll stand and let you hit me."
Tang Bo quickly knelt down on one side, pulled the frightened crying child aside, and said softly, "Xiao'er, quickly apologize to the madam."
"Tsk!" Wangshu said disdainfully, "Uncle Tang, go and do your thing."
Qin Xiuyuan stepped forward and met his mother, who had hurried over from the side yard, head-on. "Mom."
Wang waved her hands. There were leftovers in the yard. Her grandson, who was a few years old, was kneeling at the door, with a red face that his hands couldn't cover. Her son was dull and her daughter-in-law was stern. These two!
"Yibao is still a child, how could he understand anything~"
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"Mother-in-law, he knows everything, and he only picks on those who are easy to bully!" She felt even angrier at the thought that he only picked on her. She walked over and grabbed the fat man's pigtail and started pulling it. The fat man immediately howled like a pig being slaughtered.
Old Tang felt a sharp pain on his scalp. His wife's angry voice echoed, "Anyone who dares to plead for mercy is an accomplice!"
Qin Xiuyuan helped Uncle Tang up and pulled him aside. Seeing the man's anger, the fat man gritted his teeth and burst into tears. His fists were clenched tightly. Half of his face was numb. He quickly went over and hugged her shoulders, "It's not worth getting sick because of this evil boy."
He exerted force and took the strength away from the woman's hand.
"Xiaoqing, take him to work with you, eat and sleep together." Wangshu let go and gave the order, then went back to the room.
Xiaoqing hurried over and dragged the child to the side room. Tang Bo bowed and left, leaving only the mother and son to sit opposite each other at the round table.
"It's just a small matter, but you've made such a big fuss about it." Seeing her son's rare displeasure, Wang thought it was just a big deal. "You were naughty when you were little, but you grew up to be a good person, too! What boy isn't naughty?"
"Mother, I have a headache. I won't talk about him anymore." Qin Xiuyuan was so angry that his liver hurt, not to mention the woman who had worked hard to conceive him, give birth to him, and raise him personally over the years.
"This is just the beginning. You'll be in big trouble as he grows!" Wang found his distress amusing and felt relieved. "Being a parent is not easy."
Yes, Qin Xiuyuan nodded, thinking back to when he was a kid, he was naughty and refused to practice martial arts or study. His father was so angry that he wanted to punish him with a ruler. His mother...she always protected him at that time.
When it came to him, the woman was a person who could use harsh methods to educate her children, but Qin Xiuyuan felt that she was a tireless teacher and should guide her patiently. The pair of children were not easy to come by. Whenever he thought of this, his heart softened towards Niang San.
The experience of being a father myself and the experience of being a father to myself are very different. I suddenly recalled the distant past, the sound of my father practicing martial arts in the yard, his reading aloud in the study, my mother's lively laughter, and the warmest comfort in the old house in Yaocheng.
"Where did Fatty learn these bad habits?" Qin Xiuyuan shook his head. His son was not like this before.
"...Boys have a bit more temper. When they grow up, you'll understand. They're just different from girls."
Wang counseled her son, "Dabao is just a little naughty."
"I may be naughty, but today I went too far."
"I see Shu Da is very angry, go back and try to comfort him."
Qin Xiuyuan nodded, "Thank you for the reminder, mother."
For a while, the mother and son exchanged some parenting experiences.
Taking advantage of the good atmosphere, "Yuan'er, Xiao Shiyi said he wants to be your personal soldier and follow you to learn skills. He, like you, has a talent for martial arts. It's just that he was delayed."
Qin Xiuyuan's smile faltered, and he calmly poured tea for someone, "You can go to the camp. We still need some time to prepare it."
Follower, and then wander up to the woman? Even worse.
"Yuan'er!" Wang didn't want to be so stubborn. "He's your brother! Can't he take advantage of you?"
How could he have a younger brother who was eleventh in line? He had no intention of avoiding the question: "Mother, I am the only son of my father."
In his Qin family, Fatty is now the third generation only son.
"Your father only has you, but your mother doesn't. Could it be that if Dabao has a younger brother somewhere else in the future, he will still only recognize Xiaobao?"
Wang just thought it was ridiculous. Why should people with the same father but different mothers and people with the same mother but different fathers be treated differently?
Qin Xiuyuan didn't know how to refute it for a moment. He did treat the two situations differently, depending on whether they shared only the same father or mother! And what did he mean by "Dabao has a younger brother somewhere else?"
Think about it, it's obvious from what he said. If he wanted more sons, he really had to look elsewhere... Wangshu was not young anymore, and it would be difficult for her to get pregnant, so he didn't have much hope.
Once back in the room, the couple exchanged glances. The woman looked away, her eyes red. He washed up briefly, then went to bed and hugged the woman, who was covering her face with a book. "Are you still angry?"
The woman said nothing.
"I'll teach him a lesson later. Okay?" He put the book on official positions aside, held him close to his chest, resting his chin on the soft crown of his head. "The kid has learned the wrong things from that Eleventh."
"Who allowed them to play together!" he said sternly.
The man was upset and betrayed his son, "The fat boy left his sister and ran off to play by himself. Just a few times."
"Eleven treated your mother like this in private?" He turned against Tian Gang! If it weren't for Wang, Eleven would have been slaughtered and used as feed.
"Mother dotes on her child too much. Spoiling her child is like killing her." Qin Xiuyuan was a little surprised when he first heard this. His mother didn't seem like someone who would compromise.
No matter how others spoil their children, as they are both sons, Wangshu feels disgusted and asks, "Why doesn't she love you?"
Even at such an old age, the woman still sacrificed her mother-son relationship for him. The seven-foot-tall man felt warm in his heart, "That's right. It's all because of my sister that she loves me."
"Puff!" This person joined in the singing.