Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

Chapter 129 Busy Man

Jiang Zhuhua could no longer tolerate it and grabbed the person with one hand.

My leg was in a cast, thankfully. I pinned the person down on my leg and slapped their buttocks hard.

It's time to give this child a proper childhood education. Who knows what happened to turn him into this mess?

"Ouch! Mom! Stop hitting me, it hurts! Mom!"

Since being taken in by Jiang Zhuhua, Jiang Ji had never been beaten again, at most he was made to stand as punishment. Now, being hit even once made him wail and scream like a banshee, as if the sky were falling.

"Mom, I was wrong. I'll change whatever you say."

Jiang Ji cried her eyes out, and could no longer maintain the arrogant demeanor she had when she first entered the door.

"Who taught you that look and those eyes of yours?"

Jiang Zhuhua simply couldn't understand how someone so pretentious could be around him. Did he think he was some kind of domineering CEO? Was he suffering from severe chuunibyou (middle school syndrome)?

"It's that Uncle Pei Hui. I just think he's so handsome. Waaah..."

Jiang Ji's face was covered in tears, her face was red from crying, and she spoke while crying, her voice even choked with sobs, her whole body crying very hastily.

Jiang Zhuhua withdrew his hand and thought back to the other person's appearance. It seemed that he wasn't really pretending.

Pei Hui...

Ok……

Jiang Zhuhua wanted to explain, but after thinking it over, he couldn't utter a single word.

"Don't follow his example, he has chuunibyou (middle school syndrome). It's contagious."

Jiang Ji was still young, how could she know what chuunibyou was? She just saw her mother's serious eyes and expression and thought it was a very serious illness, so she cried even more.

"I don't want to have chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), I'll be good, I don't want to die!"

Because her bottom hurt, Jiang Ji tried to sit on the ground, but after touching the ground, she turned around and lay down, crying. Jiang Zhuhua thought she was going to die from the crying. It was so noisy it gave everyone a headache.

"Then don't learn from him in the future."

Jiang Zhuhua didn't want to have a spoiled brat who couldn't support his domineering behavior with his meager assets. He also didn't want to hear Wang Po's outrageous remarks one day.

In situations like this, you shouldn't comfort the child; it will only embolden the other person and they might repeat the offense. After beating the child, Jiang Zhuhua reasoned with them until they were completely convinced, then simply waved his hand and ushered them into his own room.

After dealing with the children's education, there's still Huo Wang to worry about. How can I comfort him?

Jiang Zhuhua's limited experience came from all sorts of melodramatic novels. The kind where characters weep and confess, shed tears in the rain, pour out their hearts for you, endure the vicissitudes of life for you, and are willing to die for you.

I fantasized a little about doing that, and instantly felt like a fool. Maybe I'd be trending on social media tomorrow, without even having to pay a cent.

The title can even be written as:

Shocking! The largest shareholder of an entertainment company was found kneeling on the ground in the rain, suspected of mental instability.

"A CEO appears to have failed in his pursuit of love, and this silhouette seems to..."

He fled, she chased; neither of them could escape.

Just imagining it makes me feel like I could dig a whole villa out of my feet. It's so embarrassing, so embarrassing that my toes are digging into the ground until they're tired.

After considering his limited circle of friends, Jiang Zhuhua decided to ask everyone he knew for their opinions.

Chu Lian: "I'm not in a relationship, so I don't know."

Zhang Wuling: "Why don't you send him a bouquet of flowers? Or buy him something he likes?"

Zhang Wuling never imagined that one day she would be offering advice to someone, especially someone she had once had a slight crush on.

However, movies and reality are somewhat different, especially in terms of character personalities. Although Zhang Wuling felt a little sad, she still offered advice and suggestions.

Shen Lin: "Sister, if you don't have a boyfriend, just find another one. There's no shortage of military men and women in our circle. You can look up or down."

Jiang Zhuhua glanced at the message and immediately deleted it. He was already angry; if he accidentally saw it again, there would be no way to explain himself.

To prevent the plot from becoming melodramatic, Jiang Zhuhua decided to be careful.

Shen Lin comes from a wealthy and powerful family, so Jiang Zhuhua naturally had to give him some face. After chatting for a few more minutes and offering some compliments, he politely declined Shen Lin's suggestion.

Why does Jiang Zhuhua feel like he's bothering Li Jiao and Li Xuefei? Even with a limited network of contacts, it's difficult to reach them.

I asked two of the assistants about this as well. Their answers were all about giving gifts or apologizing.

Shen Lin also hinted: "Couples quarrel at the head of the bed, but make up at the foot of the bed. The most important thing is the bed."

Jiang Zhuhua glanced silently at his limping leg. "Don't cause trouble while you're recovering."

An apology naturally needs to show sincerity, so Jiang Zhuhua decisively placed an order for flowers. Since their positions in the relationship were reversed, she couldn't let the other person suffer in this relationship, especially since they were worried about her.

Relationships are inherently about love and equality, freedom and respect.

Jiang Zhuhua made sure the doors and windows were closed and the gas was turned off so that Jiang Ji wouldn't have any accidents at home before closing the door, going downstairs, and taking the flowers from the deliveryman.

Huo Wang had told her the password to her home, and Jiang Zhuhua found it very easily. There were accessible pathways in the community, so the process wasn't difficult.

"What are you doing here, busy person? Go and get your work done."

Words spoken in the heat of anger are naturally not pleasant to hear.

There was a slight smell of alcohol in the room. Jiang Zhuhua glanced at it and saw a bottle of baijiu (Chinese liquor) and a bowl on the table.

"I've come to bring you flowers."

The fault lay with Jiang Zhuhua, who smiled guiltily with a hint of ingratiation.

“Honey, don’t be angry. I was wrong about this. I shouldn’t have gone out for a whole day and night without telling you or even replying to your messages, making you worry. And you even went out to look for me with your injured leg.”

Huo Wang had just returned, and the heating in the house hadn't come on yet. Only the lamplight was warm-toned.

Jiang Zhuhua pushed the wheelchair over and forcefully shoved the flowers into his hands.

Huo Wang refused and placed it on the table. Jiang Zhuhua picked it up and put it back in his hand. Huo Wang firmly put it down.

The two people started pushing and pulling the bouquet of flowers.

"I really know I was wrong, Huo Wang."

Jiang Zhuhua tried to soften his voice. Huo Wang, however, was unusually angry, exuding a sense of detachment, not like he was throwing a tantrum.

Jiang Zhuhua felt a little panicked. What was the difference between this and being in a relationship where the other person says they want to be alone, and the relationship immediately cools down?

It's better to advise your partner sooner rather than later, otherwise, instead of resigning automatically in three days, they might be forced to resign in three minutes.

Jiang Zhuhua tried to reach out and grab his hand, but Huo Wang subtly dodged away. He sat down on the sofa, took a piece of paper, lit it with a lighter, and threw it into the liquor.