Chen's mother was still indignant after watching the surveillance footage.
"He did it himself. Don't you teachers bear any responsibility? Don't you notice dangerous actions like a child holding a pencil?"
"Mrs. Chen, I am truly very sorry that I didn't notice Chen Youbin's actions immediately."
"What's the use of your apology? My son's hand is so badly scraped. If it were your son, wouldn't you feel heartbroken? With this kind of attitude from your institution, how can we parents feel at ease entrusting our children to such a place?"
"Mrs. Chen, but I was in class..."
"You dare to argue? The children are so young. As a teacher, you must be responsible for their safety. Do you believe I'll report you?"
Ms. Song, a newly graduated teacher, was almost in tears from her scolding. Fortunately, the principal arrived in time.
"You go back to class first. I'll handle this."
"Thank you, Principal."
"Mrs. Chen, this is a kindergarten, not a daycare center. The surveillance clearly shows it wasn't Ms. Song's fault."
"What do you mean by that? Do you believe I'll expose you?"
"As you wish. If you need 24-hour supervision, I suggest you find a nanny for your son immediately and stop sending him to kindergarten to torment the teachers."
"How dare you speak to me like that? You call my son a tormentor? I'll fight you today."
The principal quickly dodged her move. "Please stop this unreasonable behavior. If you need to transfer your son, we welcome it anytime."
After the principal left, Mrs. Chen, furious, returned to her son's side.
"Mom, there are ghosts. It must be a ghost controlling my hand. I just wanted to draw on Zhao Meimei's clothes, but I didn't expect to stab my own hand."
"What nonsense are you talking about? There are no ghosts in this world. You probably haven't slept well recently and misjudged your hand when you were drawing."
"Really?"
"Shall I help you transfer to a new school, honey? A change of environment might lift your spirits."
"No, I haven't gotten revenge on Zhao Meimei yet."
"You silly child, why do you have such a problem with her? Do you actually have feelings for that little vixen? It's so disgusting that she's so alluring at such a young age."
After careful consideration, Mrs. Chen no longer believed that Zhao Meimei was the one who ruined her son's belongings. She thought it must have been her husband's enemies.
Her son was too scared at the time to remember the culprit and instinctively blamed Zhao Meimei.
Chen Youbin's eyes welled up with tears, and he looked accusingly at his mother, "Mom, why don't you believe me either?"
"Alright, alright, Mom believes you. We'll let you stay at Apple Kindergarten then?"
"Mm-hmm, okay."
...
Mrs. Chen: "Husband, I think our son's brain might have some problems. Should we take him to a good hospital for a check-up?"
Chen Dawei took a puff of his cigarette. "Fine."
"Why aren't you more concerned about Youbin? He's your own son."
"How else do you want me to care for him? I'm the one who has to pay the hefty medical bills. Has he ever been short of food or clothing all these years?"
"Are you looking down on him? How can your heart be so cruel?"
"Let's have another child. Youbin isn't doing well. I can't let our Chen family line end."
"Can we discuss this later? Have you considered Youbin's feelings?"
Chen Dawei pushed her away. "If you won't have one, there are plenty of others willing to bear my children."
Chen Dawei was a contractor with some money. It was through his connections that she got the job at the school.
Indeed, there were many young girls willing to sleep with him to have children. The thought made Mrs. Chen's heart ache.
She softened her tone, wrapped her arms around Chen Dawei's waist, and leaned against him.
"Darling, when did I ever say I wasn't willing?"
Chen Dawei shoved her away. "Get away. I'm not in the mood right now."
Mrs. Chen tried her best to appease him, and they soon made up. The sounds from inside the room became intimate.
Chen Youbin, standing outside the door, felt a chill run through his body. His parents didn't want him anymore. They wanted a younger brother, and he was no longer useful.
He tiptoed away and returned to his room, burying himself under the covers and weeping uncontrollably.
The next day, when Mrs. Chen took him to school, he stared venomously at his mother's stomach.
"Darling, do you have something to tell Mommy?"
"Mom, am I still the most important person to you?"
"What are you thinking about all day? Of course, you are the most important person to Mommy. Mommy will always protect you, and no one can harm you."
"Thank you, Mommy."
As they got out of the car, Chen Youbin asked his mother to squat down. He leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Mom, you must be a person of your word, or I'll get angry."
Mrs. Chen smiled. "Don't worry, go to class quickly. Mom will pick you up after school."
"Okay."
Lately, Chen Dawei had been feeling weak and impotent. He had no interest even in his mistress he kept outside.
He was only interested in Mrs. Chen. Those women outside were an expense, and he sent them away with money once he found them useless.
He spent his days at home accompanying Mrs. Chen, hoping she would get pregnant quickly. Mrs. Chen's belly began to swell, and they were both overjoyed.
There was a custom in the Chen family that the fetus should not be seen by outsiders or taken to the hospital for check-ups until it was stable.
Therefore, Mrs. Chen stayed at home to rest, and the task of taking Chen Youbin to school fell to Chen Dawei.
Chen Dawei wore a smile on his face every day, but Chen Youbin grew increasingly gloomy.
One day, Chen Dawei had to go out on business. Chen Youbin feigned a stomachache and asked Ms. Song to call Mrs. Chen.
Mrs. Chen had to ask Ms. Song to take him to the hospital, but Chen Youbin adamantly refused, saying he would be fine once he got home.
The loving mother could only give in, transferring money to Ms. Song and asking her to have Chen Youbin take a taxi.
As soon as Chen Youbin arrived home, Mrs. Chen rushed to beckon him over.
"Son, come here quickly. I've found some medicine for your stomachache, take some first. If it still hurts later, Mom will have someone take you to the hospital."
"Okay."
After taking the medicine, Chen Youbin complained of dizziness and asked Mrs. Chen to help him upstairs to rest.
"Darling, perhaps we should go to the hospital."
"Mom, I'm just too sleepy. I'll be fine after a nap. You're carrying a baby brother, I don't want to trouble you."
He said this while forcing himself to get up, walking unsteadily. Mrs. Chen's heart ached at his condition.
She, with her pregnant belly, helped him upstairs. As they neared the top, Chen Youbin suddenly took two steps forward, turned around, and forcefully pushed his mother down the stairs.
Mrs. Chen was completely unprepared and far from the railings. She tumbled down.
Chen Youbin ran down the stairs with a clatter, murmuring softly, "Why isn't it like in the TV shows? Why isn't there any blood? Did I not push hard enough?"
After saying this, his eyes, as if poisoned, fixed on Mrs. Chen. She felt a chill of fear and desperately tried to crawl backward.
Their house was a detached one; even if she screamed for help, no one might hear her. She could only hope to awaken her son's conscience.
"Youbin, Mom's stomach hurts so much. Quickly call 120, or Mom will be in danger."
"Mom, why do you want a brother and not me?"
"Mom doesn't not want you. Your brother is also a part of our family."
"I don't want a brother at all. Mom, don't worry, you'll be fine. It'll be okay as long as the brother is gone. The female lead in the TV show survived, and Mom won't die either."
As he spoke, he picked up a nearby chair and intended to smash it onto Mrs. Chen's stomach. Mrs. Chen, enduring the excruciating pain below her, tried to dodge, but Chen Youbin eventually hit her abdomen with the chair.
Now she could barely move. Chen Youbin repeatedly smashed the chair onto her stomach.
"Mom, just hold on a little longer. As long as there's blood, the brother will be gone."
"Aaaahhh! You beast! You are worse than a beast. I raised you, and it would have been better to raise a dog. I've never wronged you! Wuwuwu~"
"If you give birth, I can't have another child. I don't allow anyone else to live in your womb."
He smashed it for a long time, but there was no blood. When Chen Dawei returned home, he witnessed this brutal scene. He dropped his bag, rushed forward, snatched the chair away, kicked Chen Youbin flying, and immediately dialed 120.
"Dawei, Dawei, save me and the baby."
"Don't worry, you'll be fine. You and the baby will be fine."