Yu Ruixuan felt like he was about to be wronged to death, how could this bumpkin be so good at pretending? It was clearly she who had struck first.
At that moment, Yu Ruixuan had forgotten that he had often used these tactics in the past, putting on a show in front of his father to frame Yu Cheng.
It was he who had provoked first, and when Yu Cheng fought back, he would run to his father to complain, and his father, regardless of the truth, would directly scold Yu Cheng.
Back then, he never considered whether Yu Cheng was being wronged or not; he was utterly pleased with himself.
"It’s already wrong to hit someone, and now you dare to lie in front of us? Do I need to whip you with a belt before you’ll tell the truth?" Yu Huaxun asked sternly.
Upon hearing this, Yu Ruixuan immediately shuddered. His Dad usually didn’t lay a hand on him, but when he did, he would whip him with a belt so fiercely that it hurt for ten to fifteen days.
Zhou Yanyu was also panicked and quickly said, "Ruixuan, apologize quickly. You were in the wrong about this matter, hurry up and apologize to Mianmian."
Zhou Yanyu, seeing her son beaten up by Yu Cheng, felt her heart bleeding in pain.
She definitely believed her own son, but her belief was useless, neither the elder nor Huaxun believed it.
There was no choice, she had to temporarily let her own son suffer.
"Mom, how can you not believe me either?!"
Yu Ruixuan, accused by both his grandfather and his father, was bursting inside with frustration, and now, that his usually most loving mother was also siding with Jiang Mianmian made him feel even more aggrieved and angry.
"What are you shouting for, child? It’s not a matter of who is loudest is right. Quickly, apologize to Mianmian."
Zhou Yanyu saw her son failing to read the situation, gently pushed him from behind with a hand, intending for him to bow his head and admit his fault to blur over the matter.
Unfortunately, by this time, Yu Ruixuan had been blinded by his anger. Growing up spoiled, he had never suffered such an insult before.
"I didn’t do anything wrong, why do you all believe that bumpkin and not me? I am your son," Yu Ruixuan said, choking back tears, his neck stiff with both grievance and anger.
Seeing his son behaving so unreasonably, Yu Huaxun’s anger was visibly throbbing on his forehead, and without saying another word, he began to unbuckle his belt.
The usually proud Yu Ruixuan, seeing this, immediately showed a panicked and scared expression.
Zhou Yanyu was also extremely anxious, continuously giving her son meaningful looks: "Apologize, Ruixuan, hurry."
Finally, Yu Ruixuan bowed his head and, looking at Jiang Mianmian with both anger and annoyance, gritted his teeth and apologized, "I’m sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have hit you, shouldn’t have called you a freeloading bumpkin."
"It’s alright, I, I won’t blame you," Jiang Mianmian sobbed, her eyes red, looking deeply wronged.
Seeing Jiang Mianmian’s pitiable expression, both Elder Yu and Yu Huaxun felt even more sympathy for her and even more dissatisfaction toward Yu Ruixuan.
Zhou Yanyu, seeing her son admitting his fault, quickly spoke in a soft tone to smooth things over: "Luckily, Mianmian is just a bit red-faced, not injured. Kids fussing about is a little matter, and such fights among children only make their affection grow stronger. Look, Aunt Sun’s meal is almost ready, let’s prepare to eat."
Yu Cheng, however, would not let her smooth things over so easily. In a cold tone, he said, "If Yu Ruixuan is at this meal, I won’t be."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huaxun’s mood also turned sour.
"Yu Cheng, what do you mean by that?"