Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

This attitude was so frank that it left one speechless.

Cong Ying stared intently at Lü Xiuying.

An image flashed through her mind of a little boy at school who swore constantly and got into fights all the time.

So the root was here all along.

My dad is seeing other women, and my mom is playing mahjong. When they come home, they argue and smash dishes every day.

What kind of good manners can a child raised in such a family environment learn?

Trying to reason with his mother?

Follow the rules?

Exploring children's mental health and verbal abuse?

Play the piano on the cow.

Cong Ying's desire for justice completely dissipated.

"Hey sister, what's going on?" Lü Xiuying leaned closer. "What's your kid's name? What did my Jiang Yi do to offend your kid? It's okay, that kid gets beaten up all the time anyway. I'll just beat him up for a few more days."

Cong Ying changed her mind.

"It's nothing serious," Cong Ying said calmly. "My child came home and said that Jiang Yi was one of the kids he was playing with. I was worried that he might be lying and wandering off somewhere else, so I stopped by to check and confirm."

"Is that all?" Lü Xiuying looked surprised. "You parents are too precious. Why do you keep an eye on your kids all the time?"

Lü Xiuying took out a handful of sunflower seeds from her pocket and started cracking them open as she spoke.

"Raising a child is no different from raising pigs or dogs. As long as you give him food so he doesn't starve, that's fine. Let him run wild when he wants to; it's good for boys to be tough."

If he gets into trouble, a beating when he gets home will teach him a lesson. If he doesn't, just beat him a few more times; "Spare the rod and spoil the child."

"But does my son Jiang Yi even have any friends? No kids like playing with him. Let me tell you, I don't like him either."

"What if he gets beaten up outside?" Cong Ying asked rhetorically.

"He deserves it because he's incompetent." Lü Xiuying spat out the sunflower seed shells. "He lost and still has the nerve to go home and cry? I'll beat him up too."

"Little sister, listen to me, you can't spoil the child. If you pamper her every day, she'll never amount to anything."

"I want him to be wild from a young age so he won't be afraid of trouble in the future. I've told him to stop studying after he finishes elementary school."

After hearing this argument, Cong Ying completely gave up on communicating with her.

Different road non-phase plan.

Arguing with this kind of person about the injustices suffered by Erbao is simply a waste of breath.

"Okay, I understand." Cong Ying nodded. "Sorry to bother you, you go ahead with your work."

"Don't rush off," Lü Xiuying warmly urged, "Come in and have some water. Where do you work, young lady? Your clothes are made of really nice material; they must have cost a lot of money!"

"No need, I have other things to do."

Cong Ying resolutely refused and left the alley without looking back.

Lu Xiuying, standing behind her, found it strange; how idle was this woman?

She even controls who her child associates with; she'll ask Jiang Yi what friends he's made later.

If you don't discipline that brat for a day, he'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles.

The wind blew on her face, and Cong Ying breathed a long sigh of relief.

The heartache I felt last night, and the anger I felt at the Academic Affairs Office just now, have all turned into a sense of helplessness.

Jiang Yi is indeed hateful, but he is also pathetic.

Being born into such a family means this child is half-ruined.

Erbao absolutely cannot stay in this class any longer.

The vegetable market was packed with people leaving get off work in the evening.

Cong Ying, carrying a bag full of things, turned into Zhou Fang's residential area with practiced ease.

The key was inserted into the lock, and the door opened.

The house was quiet; Da Bao hadn't returned yet.

Erbao was reading comic books in the room when he saw Congying come in and exaggeratedly rushed over to hug her.

"Auntie, let me massage your back."

"Go read your book. I'll assign you your homework first." Cong Ying knew that Erbao wasn't doing well in school, and the teacher's attention was focused on the students who were doing well.

Children who don't do well in school usually find it troublesome.

Erbao's face fell.

"Do I need to do my homework? But I'm sick."

"Your hand isn't sick."

Cong Ying led him into the room and took out brand-new textbooks from Erbao's schoolbag.

It has to be said that there are very few opportunities to even open this textbook.

"Second baby. If you study hard, I'll come and keep you company often."

Erbao's eyes lit up.

"Really? The kind where you live at home?" His voice was filled with surprise.

"Um."

"Pinky promise."

Erbao raised his hand and extended his little finger, and Congying also extended her little finger. "Pinky promise, pinky promise, never to change for a hundred years."

The two even stamped it with their thumbs.

Study hard.

"Auntie, will you reward me if I improve on my exams?" For the first time, Erbao felt motivated to study.

"Yes, I will. If you get first place, Auntie will be very happy. I'll grant you one request then."

Erbao was laughing so hard he was practically drooling.

"Okay. I'm going to do my homework now."

He immediately opened his textbook, sat down at his desk, and began doing his homework.

Cong Ying put the vegetables into the kitchen sink.

She rolled up her sleeves, tied on her old apron, and quickly began washing and preparing the vegetables.

Heat the oil in a wok, then sauté the scallions, ginger, and garlic until fragrant.

The salt and pepper shrimp sizzled as they hit the pan.

In the steamer next to me, the grouper was almost cooked. Then I stir-fried some scrambled eggs with tomatoes and water spinach with fermented bean curd.

Finally, a pot of thick meat soup was bubbling away. We also bought half a garlic duck, making it a perfect five dishes and a soup.

A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door, mixed with the sound of a basketball hitting the floor.

The door was pushed open.

Da Bao rushed into the house, covered in sweat.

He casually tossed his schoolbag onto the sofa.

Da Bao went into the kitchen.

"Auntie," he smiled broadly, "it's so nice of you to be in my house. Yesterday, Erbao even told me that it's lucky our house is close to the hospital."

"Dinner will be ready soon. Go wash your face first."

Da Bao took a rag and wiped the table, then casually set out chopsticks.

"Erbao, come and get your rice quickly." Dabao went to the bathroom to wash his face.

Erbao quickly ran to the cupboard to get a bowl.

Cong Ying came out carrying a plate of salt and pepper shrimp and glanced at Erbao's dark hands.

"Did you wash your hands before taking the bowl?" Cong Ying said sternly.

"I washed it." Erbao ran to the sink, turned on the tap, rinsed his clothes haphazardly for three seconds, then wiped his hands on the hem of his clothes. "It's clean now."

"Go, get some soap and wash again." Cong Ying pointed to the soap in the washbasin. "Lather every finger with soap, rinse three times, and then come back here."

With a bitter expression, Erbao reluctantly moved to the edge of the pool.

"Even my brother doesn't wash that thoroughly..."

Despite complaining, he diligently lathered his hands with soap.

As he rubbed the bubbles, he turned to look at Cong Ying, a smile creeping onto his face.

Zhou Fang usually doesn't care about these things, and Da Bao doesn't have time to supervise his handwashing.

Erbao felt very happy being managed like this.

The door lock made a crisp "click".

The three of them turned to look at the gate.

Zhou Fang was carrying a travel bag and looked exhausted.

As soon as he entered the door, the aroma of food wafted into his nostrils.

Zhou Fang stood there, stunned.

He looked at the steaming five dishes and soup on the table, and then saw Cong Ying wearing an apron and carrying the dishes. By the kitchen sink, Erbao was obediently rubbing his hands, which were covered in white foam.

"You're back?" Cong Ying asked casually, placing the water spinach with fermented bean curd on the table.

Zhou Fang threw her travel bag on the ground and strode over.

"Cong Ying, thank you for coming to take care of them." Zhou Fang looked at Cong Ying with a strange expression. "I wanted to come back as soon as I got the call yesterday, but plane tickets from Hunan Province are so hard to get. I had to pull some strings to get a ticket to Xincheng today. Even though I rushed, I'm still a day late."

He turned to look at Erbao's face.

His brows furrowed instantly.

"How did that little bastard hit you? How did he beat your face like this?" Zhou Fang's temper flared up, and he reached out to touch Erbao's face.

Erbao turned his head away to avoid it.

"Dad, you stink! Don't touch me!"

"Dad, the fight with Erbao has been resolved. Auntie went to the school today, and I also talked to those boys. They promised me they would never lay a finger on Erbao again."

Da Bao would never say that he used his fists to communicate.

Jiang Yi and his buddies were beaten so badly they begged for mercy and promised never to hit Erbao again.

Da Bao pushed Zhou Fang toward the bathroom, saying, "Go wash up and change your clothes first; you're all sweaty. I'll get you some clothes."

Zhou Fang was pushed and dragged into the bathroom by Da Bao.

The bathroom door closed, and soon the sound of running water could be heard from inside.

Cong Ying glanced at the clock on the wall.

"The food is ready, you all eat, I'm going back now." Cong Ying took off her apron and draped it over the back of the chair.

She had no choice but to stay overnight yesterday, but Zhou Fang is back today, and it's really inappropriate for her, an outsider, to stay here any longer.