I'm not going to be the kid in the story of a husband abandoning his daughter.

Zou Ying was drinking tea with her head down. When she saw Wan Zhan come in, she smiled and nodded, neither humble nor arrogant, then stood up and left with propriety.

Wan Zhan calmly withdrew his gaze, tightened his grip, and sat down on the sofa opposite Wan Hao.

"What? You don't even know how to address me when you see me now?" The smile on Wan Hao's face disappeared without a trace, and his eyes darkened.

Wan Zhan said perfunctorily, "Dad."

He snorted coldly. Although it was meant to be a question, his tone sounded like an order: "That woman, break up with her?"

"Impossible." Wan Zhan looked at the tea foam floating in the teacup and didn't look at him.

Wan Hao slammed the table with a "bang". He had a strong desire for control and would not tolerate anyone disobeying him. He picked up the cup on the table and smashed it out.

He watched coldly as his son tilted his head and blood flowed down his forehead.

"She's a brainless person. With all this evidence, why didn't she wait for the right moment to kill her? This would only alert the enemy. Are you a brainless person too?!"

Wan Zhan just leaned lazily against the back of the chair, without even wiping the bloodstains, and suddenly laughed out loud, but that laugh was extremely ironic and sad.

"Anyway, I'm a bit of a fool in your eyes, so I'll definitely marry her." After he finished speaking, he stood up and left.

"Bastard!"

Hearing the old man's angry voice behind him, he did not stop, got into the back seat of the car, and ordered: "Drive to Huayuan Community."

Huayuan Community is where Jing Siyu lives now.

upstairs.

Zou Ying watched Wan Zhan's car drive away with complicated eyes. Only when it was out of sight did she draw the curtains, gather her shawl, and go downstairs.

"A woman who is remarried and has an adopted daughter is worthy of his willfulness!"

The housekeeper thought for a moment and said, "Master, the master hasn't figured it out yet. He will figure it out sooner or later. There's no need to rush and worry about his health."

"Just him? Ha."

She stood at the stairs and listened to the conversation between Wan Hao and the housekeeper for a while, then went over to pour him a cup of tea, "Master, calm down."

Wan Hao stared at the teacup she handed him, his expression unrelenting. He narrowed his eyes and said, "I've wronged you all these years. Do you really not hate me?"

The atmosphere was quiet and the housekeeper tactfully left.

Zou Ying looked up and smiled, allowing the other person to see her smiling eyes.

"Of course not. It's the master who gave me a home. I'm honored."

After living together for a long time, she naturally knew how to please Wan Hao.

As expected, Wan Hao's expression softened, and he seemed in a good mood. "I was worrying too much. I'll transfer the shares to you when I have the chance, so you can have some security."

Listening to him making big promises again, Zou Ying lowered her eyes and smiled without saying a word.

Wan Hao has been in poor health in recent years and his mind has become increasingly confused.

^

Taijiang Primary School.

The first test in the afternoon is Chinese, and we’ll be in the school cafeteria at noon.

Students with poor grades cram at the last minute and read their Chinese textbooks.

Almost no one pays attention to Kyocera, and there is no gossip.

"Xiaoci, why didn't your dad delete the video online?"

Wen Yueliang sat opposite and, with some disgust, picked out the tomatoes from the scrambled eggs with tomatoes and poured them all into Weng Ziren's plate.

Weng Ziren mixed it into the rice as usual and reminded, "Maybe it has other uses."

"Don't rush to delete it, it can ferment for a while." Kyocera glanced at Weng Ziren, and they both spoke almost at the same time.

Wen Yueliang: "...Okay."

She didn't understand anyway, so she concentrated on eating. She glanced at one place and put down her chopsticks. "Does anyone know that person? Why does he keep looking at me?"

She was talking about a boy who was wearing a hooded jumpsuit and glasses, and because the brim of the hood was pulled down so low, his facial features were difficult to see.

Weng Ziren glanced back, saw nothing, and shook his head nonchalantly: "I don't know, not many people in school watch us."

The three of them together are already quite the celebrities, not to mention he is so handsome.

Wen Yueliang knew what he was thinking as soon as she heard it. She was speechless and kicked him under the table, "Don't be narcissistic."

"A gentleman speaks with his words but never with his hands."

"I'm not a gentleman."

"I'm full." Kyocera put down her chopsticks. She was always elegant, but she always ate very quickly.

Wen Yueliang, one of the happy enemies, stopped and looked up with a smile: "Are you going to the cram school after the exam this afternoon?"

"No, I have something to do." Kyocera didn't say what it was, and Wen Yueliang didn't ask.

Kyocera left the cafeteria and walked towards the classroom. She looked down at the message on her mobile phone and was stopped by someone when she passed the school flower bed.

It’s Jing Xixi.

Her face didn't look very good, and her eyes were obviously red and swollen from crying.

His voice was hoarse and a little sarcastic: "Kyocera, your father is so powerful, why doesn't he delete the video on the Internet?"

Kyocera raised his head, remained silent, then lowered his head to look at the messages in the group.

Just as I was about to walk around Jing Xixi——

"Why, you didn't delete it on purpose because you wanted everyone to know about your relationship with your mom, right?"

When Jing Xixi thought about her mockery of Kyocera on the show, the only thing she was proud of was that Kyocera had no mother and came from a single-parent family.

But Jing Xixi has such a perfect mother like Jing Siyu and such a great future father like Wan Zhan. At least in this respect, she is better than Kyocera.

But now...

She just felt ridiculous. She was very ridiculous at that time.

The more Jing Xixi thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, her tender face flushed red. "So, you are also my child, but you have been laughing at me."

Why can't I just tell her directly? If it weren't for the video that was exposed this time...

Kyocera tilted his head to look at her, without much thought, and said calmly: "What kind of monologue are you singing?"

Jing Xixi was stunned, tears hanging in the corners of her eyes.

As if he had just figured out why Jing Xixi came, Kyocera lowered the hand holding the phone, looking quite elegant and obediently puzzled.

"So, you're not an orphan?"

She didn't mean to look down on orphans, but it was surprising that Jing Xixi could think so much given her identity, but it also made sense.

Looking down on single-parent families is actually a disease of people who lack a sense of security.

"So you're afraid Jing Siyu will come back, so you keep trying to make your presence felt?"

Jing Xixi, whose true thoughts were seen through, tightened her grip and subconsciously took a small step back.

Kyocera didn't want to talk to her any more and walked around her. It was just like meeting an ant, he could just step on it and it was done with.

Quite speechless even.

Jing Xixi was left standing there with a pale face, her mind in a trance.

As the exam approached, more and more students passed by. When she looked up, she saw an ordinary boy wearing glasses not far away.

Jing Xixi felt a panic, as if she was being stared at by something scary. Her entire back began to feel cold and she broke out in a cold sweat.

She fled in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Qin Jing lifted up his glasses that had slipped down his nose, glanced in the direction Kyocera had left, his eyes dark and unclear.

On this side, Kyocera looked at it for a long time before sending a message in the group.