Throwing the at bun in his hand to the ground, Feng Lu began to hit Xiao Shen, but Xiao Shen grabbed her wrist and flung her away with force. He coldly said, "Xiao En has parents. He is my teacher’s great-grandson, not the bastard you call him. Feng Lu, if you keep running your mouth, I’ll treat you the sa way!"
Feng Lu was pushed away by Xiao Shen, stumbling backward and falling to the ground. After hearing Xiao Shen’s words, she got up and lunged forward again, only to be directly pushed down by Xiao Shen this ti.
Tears stread from Feng Lu’s eyes, her expression almost feral: "I’m running my mouth? Am I really running my mouth? In my eyes, that little thing is a bastard, a bastard that Loh Xue bore for you! Otherwise, why would he look like you? Why would he be so close to you? Why would you like that bastard so much?"
Xiao Shen was stunned.
"Having nothing to say now, eh?"
Feng Lu got up from the ground, crying and laughing simultaneously: "Died parents, what nonsense! It’s clearly Loh Xue, that shaless wench, who bore the bastard for you. Her grandparents told everyone the bastard was born posthumously, but I don’t believe it. I don’t believe a single word! The bastard’s eyebrows and eyes are exactly like yours. With his mother being shaless, what else should I call him other than bastard? Tell !"
"Slap!"
The sound of a slap echoed through the room once more.
Undoubtedly, this was bestowed upon Feng Lu by Xiao Shen.
Stars seed to burst in her eyes, her ears ringing. Feng Lu stumbled backward again, and as she steadied herself, her eyes brimd with pain and hatred as she looked at Xiao Shen: "You forbid to speak, but I still want to speak. You forced to do this!"
Xiao Shen’s expression was exceptionally grim: "Get out!"
Yet, Feng Lu stood motionless, staring at him with intense hatred and reluctance.
"Get out!"
Xiao Shen’s voice was utterly devoid of warmth as he told her to leave again.
At this mont, he realized sothing—realized why Xiao En had suddenly beco distant, why he would hide from him... The little guy most likely overheard their fight, where the madwoman ntioned Xiao En, so Xiao En heard and believed that it was his fault, and thus no longer let him play with him.
He rembered that day was also a weekend. Xiao En had played until he was tired at his place, and he had put the little guy to bed in the bedroom. When he ca out, the door was half open. What was he doing afterward? Right, he was sitting on the sofa reading a book. About half an hour later, there was a knock at the door... Upon opening it and seeing it was Feng Lu, he imdiately wanted to close it but was still barged in without invitation.
They didn’t exchange more than two sentences before they started arguing. Feng Lu accused him of treating Xiao En better than her, accused him of having ti to play with Xiao En but not having ti to walk with her.
Though their argunt wasn’t as fierce as today’s, it wasn’t much different.
Estimating from their argunt waking Xiao En, letting their fight reach the boy’s ears... Thinking of this, Xiao Shen was filled with self-recrimination.
He opened the door, ignoring the hatred in Feng Lu’s eyes and pushed her out.
"Xiao Shen!"
Like he hadn’t heard anything, Xiao Shen closed the door, shutting out Feng Lu’s devouring gaze.
Sitting on the sofa, his expression gradually beca a bit dazed.
Do Xiao En’s eyebrows and eyes resemble his?
Is Xiao En his child, born from that one ti with Xuexue?
Is it true?
If not, why does he feel affection the mont he ets Xiao En? Can it really be just because Xiao En is the teacher’s great-grandson, because he is Xuexue’s child?
Moreover... After spending just half a day with him, Xiao En beca fond of sticking to him, later liked being close to him, extending tiny arms for a hug whenever he saw him, calling him "Uncle" in a sweet, tender voice.
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