Meng Zhuqing felt troubled. It wasn’t right to give, nor was it right to withhold; he didn’t know what to do.
Even if Meng Zhuqing kept silent, An Jing knew that Meng Zhuqing was afraid his face would scare the four children. She spoke up, "Yun Er, haven’t daddy and mommy taught you guys not to ask others for things randomly? Okay, stop bothering your Uncle Zhuqing. Your Uncle Zhuqing is doing this for your own good. Be good, go play with your brothers."
While speaking, An Jing put little Su Yi Jing down on the ground, wanting the four children to go and play aside.
"But mommy, Yun Er just wants it..." An Yiyun’s small mouth puckered and her little face wore an expression of great grievance.
"You’re not obeying, are you?" An Jing frowned. Children must be disciplined from a young age. If they were not taught well when young, how could they possibly be taught well when they grow up?
"Mommy..." An Yiyun’s little eyes quickly reddened, her voice choked up, looking as if she was about to cry.
An Jing continued sternly, "Look how obedient your brothers are. If mommy tells them not to ask, they don’t ask. But you, no matter how many times I tell you, you just don’t listen."
"Daddy..." Having been scolded by her own mother, An Yiyun felt extremely aggrieved and turned around to find Xiao Changyi with her small short legs.
But Xiao Changyi ignored her.
"Daddy..." An Yiyun’s small doe eyes reddened, clinging to Xiao Changyi’s leg. Seeing Xiao Changyi ignoring her, clearly not helping or comforting her, she felt even more aggrieved.
Then, An Yiyun went to find Meng Zhuqing again with her small short legs.
As soon as An Yiyun approached Meng Zhuqing, she looked at him with a pitiful face, lifting her small face, "Uncle Zhuqing..."
Meng Zhuqing was easily softhearted. Seeing how pitiful little An Yiyun looked, he felt a pang of compassion.
But the head of their family and his wife were clearly disciplining the child at the moment, how could he speak on behalf of this little master of his household?
So, Meng Zhuqing could only stand there, not saying a word on behalf of An Yiyun, nor paying her any mind.
The tears that An Yiyun had held in her eyes finally fell, overwhelmed by injustice.
An Jing found it hard to bear seeing her own son cry, but there was no choice; children’s education was paramount. She did not want to end up with a spoilt child in her house.
An Jing maintained a stern face, "If you were obedient and didn’t ask Uncle Zhuqing for masks, then you would still be daddy and mommy’s good child."
An Yiyun immediately cried out, shaking her little head, "Yun Er doesn’t want it anymore, Yun Er doesn’t want it. Yun Er wants to be a good child to daddy and mommy. Yun Er is daddy and mommy’s good child. Mommy, please don’t scold Yun Er, daddy, please don’t ignore Yun Er, Yun Er is sad..."
Seeing that An Yiyun had backed down and wasn’t asking for the mask anymore, An Jing hurriedly picked her up, soothingly wiping away her tears while speaking, "Yun Er, mommy isn’t scolding you on purpose. You must obey in the future. Mommy wouldn’t harm you; I’m doing this for your own good."
"Okay..." An Yiyun sobbed, "Yun Er will obey, Yun Er will always obey... Mommy, please don’t scold Yun Er... Daddy, please don’t ignore Yun Er... and Uncle Zhuqing too..."
"Good, good child," An Jing felt relieved.
Xiao Changyi said nothing, walked over, and softly rubbed his face against An Yiyun’s small face. The gesture immediately turned her tears into laughter.
Only to hear An Yiyun’s little mouth happily saying, "Yun Er really loves mommy and daddy, mommy and daddy are so good."