Chapter 79
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Not to mention Mrs. Zhong, even Zhong Manhua was stunned by his words.
Zhong Zhiwan looked up in disbelief. "Grandpa?"
He wanted her to apologize?
Shouldn't Ying Zijin be the one apologizing instead?
Zhong Manhua didn't understand either.
As the saying went, "A married daughter is like spilled water." She had married into a Family Ying family, so she was a Family Ying. Her daughter would also have the surname Ying.
For wealthy families like them who valued inheritance, their granddaughters were not as close as their granddaughters. After all, their surnames were different.
Before he found Ying Zijin, Old Mr. Zhong definitely didn't treat Xiao Xuan as well as Zhong Zhiwan.
But now …
"Old Master!" Mrs. Zhong's anger was ignited. "Wanwan is the victim. How could you let an adopted daughter …"
"Shut up!" Old Mr. Zhong roared again. "Who are you to speak now?"
Mrs. Zhong was stunned by the roar.
Old Mr. Zhong looked at Zhong Zhiwan. "Why did you throw Zijin's pet into the lake?"
Zhong Zhiwan's expression changed slightly when he heard this.
She didn't expect Old Mr. Zhong to know about it.
Zhong Zhiwan bit his lip and cried. He choked out, "The school doesn't allow us to keep pets."
"So you can do whatever you want with it? Is it your pet? Are you a school leader? Huh? " Old Mr. Zhong's chest heaved heavily. He was obviously furious. "When you were young, didn't I teach you the meaning of returning things to their rightful owners?!"
Zhong Zhiwan was so ashamed that he couldn't show his face. His tears flowed even harder. "That's because, because …"
"There's no reason." Old Mr. Zhong didn't listen. "Now, apologize."
Zhong Zhiwan endured the humiliation. He stood up and bowed to the girl. "Cousin, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thrown your pet away. Please forgive me."
Ying Zijin still ignored him. She put down a box of snacks: "Grandpa, I'll go first."
"Be careful on the road." Old Mr. Zhong stood up and walked her out. "Grandpa will visit you at school some other day."
The door opened and closed.
The atmosphere in the living room was tense.
There was no response. Zhong Zhiwan felt even more wronged.
She threw herself into Mrs. Zhong's arms. "Mom, I've already apologized. Look at her …"
When Old Mr. Zhong heard this, he was so angry that he had a headache. "Zhong Zhiwan, won't Zijin forgive you if you apologize? Are you trying to use moral coercion? What's wrong with you recently? "
Not only was Zhong Zhiwan not comforted, but he was also reprimanded. He cried even harder.
Mrs. Zhong sighed. "Old Mr. Zhong, Wanwan has already apologized. She knows she's wrong. Please don't scold her. I'll take her to rest. I'll ask for leave from school tomorrow."
Old Mr. Zhong was also tired. He waved his hand and went upstairs to the study.
After Mrs. Zhong sent Zhong Zhiwan back to the bedroom, she called out to Zhong Manhua, who was about to leave.
"Manhua, what's wrong with Old Mr. Zhong?" Mrs. Zhong was unhappy. "Look, Old Mr. Zhong actually asked Wanwan to apologize to an adopted daughter today. What's the meaning of this?"
Zhong Manhua frowned and only said, "How can we guess what's on Dad's mind?"
She smiled again. "Sister-in-law, I have a flight to catch. I won't say more."
Mrs. Zhong didn't ask any more questions. She could only let her leave.
**
On the way to the airport, Zhong Manhua had a lot on her mind.
Back then, because of the loss of the baby, she was mentally deranged for three years.
So at first, she didn't know that Ying Zhenting didn't find the baby, but adopted one.
After three years, she returned to normal and got used to Xiao Xuan's company.
After Ying Zhenting told her the truth, she also accepted it.
At first, Zhong Manhua was quite happy to bring Ying Zijin back, but she was disappointed again and again.
And she didn't know why, but she just couldn't like Ying Zijin.
She didn't feel the natural blood connection between mother and daughter.
It was as if they weren't biological.
Zhong Manhua was very annoyed. She slowly exhaled and massaged her temples with her fingers.
Fortunately, she was going to arrive in Continent O tomorrow. Out of sight, out of mind.
**
Qing Zhi High School.
At this time, except for the boarding students, all the students in the school had left.
The lights on the third floor of the activity center were still on.
That was the psychological consultation room.
"This is her case report and test results." The psychologist from the capital placed a stack of papers in front of the man. "Compared to you, it's not serious."
Fu Yunshen took them and looked at them one by one. His expression gradually turned cold.
The psychologist thought for a moment and said, "She's very strange."
Fu Yunshen looked up. "Huh?"
"Because she has recovered a lot in the past month." The psychologist nodded. "Logically speaking, a person with deep depression won't have such a situation without external treatment."
He paused. "Based on her previous condition, it's good that she didn't commit suicide."
Fu Yunshen's expression changed.
The psychologist coughed and stepped back to avoid the man's hostility. He smiled. "That's why I said she's very strange. You don't have to worry about her having suicidal tendencies."
Fu Yunshen didn't respond. He tidied up the report and returned it.
He leaned against the chair and lowered his eyelashes. No one knew what he was thinking.
The psychologist added, "My hypnotherapy has failed on her."
He pinched his eyebrows and felt a little helpless. "I almost … was hypnotized by her."
"Oh?" Fu Yunshen's eyebrows curved and he finally smiled. "You're ranked second on the NOK hypnotist list. Why can't you even compare to my little friend?"
The psychologist wasn't angry. He smiled and said with a nostalgic tone, "I think she's very similar to someone."
----- Digression —
Well, I don't know if the babies remember, but there was a hypnotist ranked seventh who wanted to kill Fu Yunshen. 23333
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