After the breakup, the abstinent president got married and had three babies

Leng Zexi couldn't help but frowned slightly after hearing this. His deep and cold eyes slowly turned to the man who was speaking, and his voice was as cold as the wind: "Sir, please be careful with your words. That's just your personal opinion!"

However, facing Leng Zexi's sharp gaze and rebuke, the man was obviously a little guilty, but unwilling to show weakness, so he had to turn his head stiffly to the car window.

He was still muttering under his breath, "Humph, this is unreasonable. Isn't it like this in every family? The older ones should naturally give way to the younger ones. This is just the way it should be."

Leng Zexi disagreed upon hearing this, saying, "That's absolutely ridiculous! Why? Why should the older one give in to the younger one?"

"We're all just new to this world, dealing with people. Just because we were born a little later than our brothers and sisters, do we have to give in to them in everything?"

"Who set this rule? And which law or regulation explicitly stipulates it?"

Leng Zexi disagreed and said, "All the benefits are left to the youngest son, while all the grievances have to be silently borne by the eldest son. What on earth is going on?"

Then, a mocking sneer appeared on his lips, and he sarcastically said, "As a father, if you can't even keep a bowl of water even, you will only blindly wrong that sensible child."

"And you always bring up age as an excuse. This isn't the children's fault at all, but your incompetence as a father!"

"Ningning, do you still remember when your father took you and your brothers to learn swimming?" Leng Zexi said earnestly, his eyes gently falling on the innocent and lovely son in front of him.

"Dad didn't take you to learn swimming for fun."

"It's because Dad doesn't want to see you helplessly waiting for Dad to save you when danger comes."

"What Dad hopes for more is that you can have a certain level of self-rescue ability and be able to protect yourself."

Leng Zexi knew very well that Ningning was still young and might not be able to fully understand the deep meaning of these words, but he believed that as long as he said them a few more times, Ningning would remember them firmly one day and gradually understand the meaning as she grew up.

"Ningning, you have to know that you and your two brothers are the closest people to you in this world besides your parents."

"So, Dad especially hopes that the three of you can live in harmony, care for and support each other, instead of competing and confronting each other all day long." Leng Zexi sighed softly and continued to teach patiently.

"If you can't even treat your own brothers sincerely, then Dad will really feel like a failure, because it means that Dad has not educated you well." Leng Zexi looked at Ningning seriously, his eyes full of expectations.

Ningning blinked her big, watery eyes and nodded obediently: "Dad, I understand. I love my brother!"

The childish voice is as beautiful as the sound of nature.

"What a good child! That's right, our Ningning must love her brothers well. Of course, your brothers love you very much too."

Leng Zexi smiled with satisfaction and reached out to gently stroke Ningning's little head.

At this time, the eldest son, who had been standing by and listening silently to the conversation between father and son, showed a hint of envy in his eyes.

He looked at his younger brother who was loved by his father and secretly sighed in his heart: When will I be able to receive as much attention and love from my father as my younger brother...

The man heard people around him whispering and talking to each other. Although the voices were very low, they reached his ears clearly.

All he heard was people accusing him of being too harsh and unfair to his eldest son.

At this time, the eldest son was looking at the close father and son not far away with envy, his eyes revealing endless longing and sadness.

Seeing this, the man was filled with nameless anger. He raised his hand and slapped his eldest son hard on the cheek, shouting, "What are you looking at!"

The sudden slap made the eldest son stagger and almost fall to the ground.

"Wow! He was beaten! My brother was beaten!" The youngest son on the side saw this scene, not only did he not feel any fear or sympathy, but he shouted loudly with joy, as if he was already accustomed to this scene.

At this moment, Leng Zexi heard the noise and turned around, just in time to witness the man raising his hands again to continue the violence.

He stepped forward without hesitation, firmly grasped the man's wrist, and said righteously, "Your behavior constitutes domestic violence, which is illegal. Especially when the target is a child, it is an even more serious crime!"

However, in the face of Leng Zexi's warning, the man not only showed no sign of restraint, but instead sneered and responded with disdain: "It is only natural for me to teach my own son a lesson. How can you meddle in my business? If you say it's illegal, then it's illegal."

Just as the two were in a stalemate, a thin but determined young man walked over quickly.

He quickly reached out and pulled the beaten little boy away from the man, then carefully rolled up the boy's sleeves.

In an instant, everyone gasped - they saw that the little boy's slender arms were covered with new and old wounds, some of which had not yet healed, while others were dark purple, obviously caused by multiple beatings.

What is even more shocking is that in some more conspicuous parts, you can even see obvious marks of being scalded by boiling water, with the skin and flesh rolled up, which is a horrible sight.

"Oh my God! Is this really the child's biological father? How could he be so cruel? Could he be a stepmother or stepfather? He actually tortured the child like this..."

There were exclamations from the crowd, and everyone expressed disbelief and indignation at what they saw.

No wonder this child was wearing long-sleeved clothes in such hot weather. It turned out that he was wearing long-sleeved clothes to cover the wounds on his body!

The young man tightly protected the little boy, looked at the child's parents with a sharp gaze, and said righteously: "I have called the police. They will be waiting for you at the next stop. You can go and explain everything to them then!"

Hearing this, the man was stunned at first, then showed an expression of disbelief and shouted loudly: "How can you call the police just like that?"

"I'm just teaching my son a lesson. Don't I even have this little authority? Do I need you to do anything unnecessary?" Although he acted tough, the man was actually a little nervous. After all, he didn't know whether the other party had really called the police.

Even if he really called the police, he thought it was natural to beat his own flesh and blood, so why should he be afraid?

However, when he caught a glimpse of the shocking scars on the little boy's arms and legs, he couldn't help but glare at his wife beside him, secretly speculating in his heart that these injuries must be related to her.

Faced with the man's unreasonable arguments, the young man did not argue with him too much. Instead, he gently took the little boy's hand, led him to his seat, and comforted him softly: "Don't be afraid, little boy, the police will be here soon."

"Are these scars caused by your parents? If so, you must tell the police the truth."

"When we get to the police station, the police will definitely teach them a lesson. And if they dare to hit you again in the future, remember to run away and find other people for help."

"Because your parents have criminal records now. If they were to do something ruthless to you and something happened to you, they would definitely become the primary suspects."

"So no matter what, you must learn to protect yourself, ok?"

"Even if they don't die, they will spend the rest of their lives in prison!" These words seemed to be shouted out by people with endless anger and determination.

At the same time, a childish and fearful voice came: "I will be obedient, I won't grab things from my brother, Dad, Auntie, don't hit me..."

I saw a little boy curled up in the corner, crying and trembling all over. His little face was full of fear, which made people feel heartbroken.

When the young man beside him heard the boy calling the woman "Auntie", he suddenly realized: "So that's why! No wonder! This woman is not your biological mother?"

He frowned, feeling a surge of sympathy and indignation for the little boy's experience.

The people around them started talking: "If you have a stepmother, you have a stepfather! I originally thought it was just a simple matter of the older brother giving in to the younger brother, but I didn't expect that they couldn't tolerate the child born by the ex-wife."

"Look at the injuries on his body. They were probably caused by his stepmother." Someone said angrily, pointing at the bruises on the little boy's body.

Another person continued, "My own father used his hands a lot too. That slap just now was really loud. It made my heart ache.

How could this father be so cruel to his own flesh and blood?" Everyone looked at the little boy, their eyes full of pity.

At this time, Ningning in the crowd also noticed the scars on the little boy's body. He was so scared that his face turned pale, and he hurriedly threw himself into Leng Zexi's arms and hugged him tightly.

She sobbed and said, "Dad, I don't want a stepmother, I only want my mother..." Tears slid down her pink cheeks.

Leng Zexi sensed his daughter's fear and quickly hugged her to comfort her, "Don't think too much, Ningning, there won't be a stepmother. Daddy will never let anyone hurt you, don't be afraid."

He lowered his head, gently stroked Ningning's hair, and coaxed her in a soft voice.

The crying little boy looked at Ningning with tears in his eyes, his heart filled with endless envy and grievance.

He didn't understand why he couldn't have a father as caring and kind as Ningning. They were both children, but their fates were so different. This disparity made the little boy feel extremely lost.