"You still say thank you? You say thank you to them? Have you gained the courage to gain weight? You let outsiders bully me? I made your mother unable to get a salary for several months. Do you want to try it?"
While Gu Shaoyang hit her on the head with his schoolbag, he kept cursing in his mouth: "You little bitch, you eat from our Gu family, live in our Gu family, and you still owe our Gu family money. I tell you, you are
You have been my, Gu Shaoyang’s, toy all your life, I can play with you however I want, and you have to accept it if you don’t want to..."
Xia Yucheng had no choice but to hide, so she could only hold her head with both hands, her thin and slender body bent, getting shorter and shorter...
In the end, he curled up into a ball and squatted on the ground.
She bit her lip, tears streaming down her face silently, and the thin and soft cherry blossom petals fell on her body and on the top of her head.
A figure flew over like the wind and slapped Gu Shaoyang hard on the face, one on the left and one on the right.
"Do you want to beat her to death?" Feng Hao looked at Gu Shaoyang coldly.
Gu Shaoyang had always been pampered like a baby and had never been beaten. These two blows were really enough to knock him out of his mind.
The stinging pain on his face made him forget what to say, turned around, and ran away.
When the companions around him saw that something was wrong, they all dispersed.
"Who is he to you? Why do you let him bully you?" Feng Hao picked up his schoolbag from the ground and pulled up Xia Yucheng, whose face was full of tears.
Shaking her head, Xia Yucheng grabbed the schoolbag from his hand and ran away without caring about her dizziness.
"Sir..." Zhu Huan looked at the slender figure leaving, "This girl..."
Feng Hao smiled helplessly and with self-deprecation: "Forget it!"
…
In the Gu family villa, the lights are brightly lit.
It was already half past eight when Xia Yucheng walked into the maid's room from the side door with her braided hair and her tired steps.
"Chengcheng, why are you back so late?" Jian Yuwei went up and touched her messy braid, "It's raining outside, are you wet?"
As she spoke, she touched her daughter's body again. Her clothes, like her hair, were slightly moist.
Under the light, she easily noticed something strange about her daughter. There were a few red marks on her tender face.
Jian Yuwei took her hand and opened her sleeves.
"Hiss...it hurts..." Xia Yucheng snorted softly. Her arms were red and swollen, and there were traces of broken skin in some places.
"Master, did you bully you again?" Jian Yuwei looked at her daughter's scalp carefully and found many scars on her daughter's scalp and behind her ears. She couldn't help but feel a sore nose, "Chengcheng, I'm sorry! Mom, I'm sorry for you!"
At this moment, Jian Yuwei felt from the bottom of her heart that she was sorry for the little girl in front of her who looked pitiful but still pretended as if nothing had happened.
With tears in her eyes, she hugged her daughter into her arms. Just as she was about to touch her daughter's head, she was afraid it would hurt. Suddenly, she felt sad.
But when the things buried deep in her heart quietly emerged, she felt that everything was destined.
"Mom, it's my fault, I don't blame you!" Xia Yucheng raised her head sensibly, stretched out her hand, and wiped the tears on her mother's face.
Looking at that little face that pretended to be strong and relaxed, Jian Yuwei's eyes were filled with tears, which kept falling from Xia Yucheng's fingers.
Her eyes were very complicated, some were distressed, and some were a little happy.