He even said something about being removed from the family.
Rong Qingqing quietly observed the angry Mr. Rong.
She thought back to the day she first arrived at Shen Manor, when she witnessed the marriage exchange between the two families. She believed that Mr. Rong was biased toward Rong Honghui’s family and even to Rong Jiaojiao.
Therefore, Rong Qingqing didn’t have a good impression of the Rong family, except for Rong Ming.
She didn’t even have much respect for them.
But now it seemed that Rong Qingqing realized she might have misunderstood Mr. Rong.
Mr. Rong was actually genuinely good to his granddaughter, Rong Qingqing.
"Once your knees hit the ground, what happened, cat got your tongue?" Mr. Rong stood there with a cold snort. "You’re kneeling to Rong Qingqing, not this old man!"
Rong Jiaojiao’s body trembled, her voice quivering, "Rong Qingqing, I’m sorry, last night I was wrong. I realize my mistake, I’m really regretful."
"Get up, I don’t need you to kneel to me."
Rong Qingqing turned away, "I live by the rule that if someone doesn’t provoke me, I won’t provoke them; but if someone does, I will surely return it tenfold!"
"Grandpa, make her get up!" Rong Qingqing glanced at Rong Jiaojiao kneeling on the ground, then asked Shen Jue, "How long was I locked up last night?" Orıginal content can be found at noⅴelfire.net
"About an hour." Shen Jue wasn’t sure of the exact time, so he could only give an approximation.
"Lock her up for ten hours!" Rong Qingqing said. "After the ten hours are up, we’ll consider the matter settled! If you bully me again, it won’t be as simple as just ten hours then!"
Rong Honghui, hearing this, quickly pulled Rong Jiaojiao up from the ground.
After all, she was his daughter; Rong Honghui felt a bit sorry for her and was about to plead for leniency, to suggest to Rong Qingqing that Rong Jiaojiao had already knelt and apologized, so perhaps the ten-hour lockup could be spared.
But before Rong Honghui could speak, Mr. Rong accepted it first.
"Listen to Qingqing, lock her in the storage room in the Rong family’s basement for a full ten hours before letting her out, so she learns a lesson." Mr. Rong saw Rong Honghui’s expression and knew he was about to plead.
Mr. Rong’s face instantly turned cold, "If you don’t properly discipline your daughter now, she’ll surely cause you big trouble sooner or later."
Rong Honghui’s heart tightened, "I will listen to Dad, Jiaojiao’s unruly nature definitely needs to be properly managed."
Rong Qingqing looked at Rong Jiaojiao, who was crying helplessly behind Rong Honghui, and for a moment felt she was a bit pitiful.
But it was only for that moment.
Thinking back to her desperate cries in the dark room last night, waiting endlessly for a response.
Remembering the suffocating pain in that little dark room.
The most terrifying things in the world are nothing but darkness and suffocation.
And last night, she experienced them all at once.
It was like struggling in agony on the verge of life and death.
Wanting to let go, yet unwilling.
Wanting to live, but too painful.
The little bit of pity Rong Qingqing had for Rong Jiaojiao instantly vanished into thin air.
"Qingqing, don’t be mad at your uncle, he spoke too harshly earlier, don’t take it to heart." Rong Honghui apologized to Rong Qingqing, "If you have the time, come home for a couple of days; your grandpa misses you, spend more time with him."
"That’s not necessary." Mr. Rong waved his hand, "If Qingqing feels comfortable living here, then let her stay here. If I, the old man, want to see my granddaughter, I can come to Shen Manor myself."
Old Master Shen finally chuckled, "Indeed, come to Shen Manor any time, and we two old men can have company, go fishing, play chess."