Shen Jianhua was startled and turned to see Li Chunhua approaching with a rake in hand. He nodded with a slightly panicked expression, "Oh! Yes." Follow current novels on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝓷𝓮𝓽
"Where’s Mianmian?" Li Chunhua glanced towards his house, her tone accusatory, "This won’t do at all! Both kids have exams, and you only take one."
Mianmian now ranks first in three subjects, proving they made no mistake about her. The child is sensible and studies well. It’s just Zhou Lanfang and Shen Jianhua who are muddled.
During the exam period, sending only one child reveals a level of favoritism that is simply unmatched.
Shen Jianhua looked embarrassed and felt a bit guilty.
Afraid that Li Chunhua would notice something was amiss, Zhou Siyu quickly added, "My sister is still eating. Uncle sent me first, and my aunt will send her after she finishes her meal."
Hearing this, Li Chunhua’s expression improved slightly, "Is that so? Then you better hurry up, don’t be late."
Zhou Siyu, after all, was still a child. Although she was dissatisfied with Zhou Lanfang and Shen Jianhua’s actions, she wouldn’t take it out on Siyu, so her attitude towards Siyu was still decent.
On hearing that, Shen Jianhua mounted his bicycle and left, thinking to himself how fortunate it was that Siyu was smart; otherwise, Li Chunhua would have become suspicious.
His wife was still asleep; he had to quickly send Siyu to school. When it was time, he would release Mianmian so she wouldn’t suffocate.
With that thought, Shen Jianhua pedaled swiftly.
Meanwhile, Shen Mianmian, who was locked in the room, was covered in sweat. Normally, it wouldn’t be very hot in the morning, but now the doors and windows were sealed too tightly, and the lack of airflow made the room quite warm.
The noise outside had ceased, and she knew Shen Jianhua must have taken Siyu to school.
Was she really going to repeat another year?
Despair washed over Shen Mianmian.
After sitting in a daze for a while, her eyes suddenly filled with determination.
No, she couldn’t resign herself to this fate.
Zhou Lanfang hadn’t woken up yet; she must have taken sleeping pills the night before. Mianmian had to find a way out. Although missing the exam meant she could repeat the year, that also meant facing Zhou Lanfang and Shen Jianhua for another year.
Turning on the light, the room instantly brightened. The doors and windows were tightly shut, and Shen Jianhua had reinforced them. She kicked at them a few times but couldn’t budge them. However, the noise woke Zhou Lanfang up.
Having slept too long, Zhou Lanfang woke feeling groggy, and there was no sign of Shen Jianhua or Siyu inside or outside the house. They must have gone to school by now.
As the sound of kicking at the door continued, Zhou Lanfang dragged a table over, propped it against the door, and sat her large rear end on it, cursing through the door panel.
"You little bastard, are you trying to tear down the house?"
Knowing Zhou Lanfang wouldn’t let her out, Shen Mianmian didn’t waste her breath. Turning around, she kicked at the windows. Hearing the commotion, Zhou Lanfang used several sticks to barricade the windows shut.
"You little bastard, you better behave. If you break the doors or windows, I’ll beat you to death."
"If I miss the exam today, do you believe I’ll come out and tear the house down?" The image of being beaten to death by Zhou Lanfang flashed in Mianmian’s mind. Her voice was cold, devoid of any intention to call Zhou Lanfang mother again.
"You ungrateful girl," Zhou Lanfang seethed, grinding her teeth in anger, wishing she could open the door and give Mianmian a beating, "Just you wait, I’ll open this door and beat you to death."
"If you really have the guts, open the door and hit me now!" Shen Mianmian deliberately provoked her with her words while frantically searching the room for something to help open the door.