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Chapter 401 Questions her about why she tortures the child.

Even an outsider like him couldn't stand seeing such a small child. How could Fang Qing, the biological mother, possibly have such a bad impression?

Lu Jiangting said, "Then let Chenchen stay at our house for the next few days."

"Yes, that's what I was thinking too. Let's keep the baby here and wait until she's fully recovered before making any further plans."

"It's going to be hard on my parents."

"Nothing much. He goes to school during the day and doesn't get out until 5 p.m. We pick him up and have dinner. After dinner, he does his homework, and he can boil water to take a bath by himself. We don't have to worry about him at all."

Lu Jiangting said with satisfaction, "Chenchen is very sensible."

They also thought the child was quite good, but if he stayed in Fang Qing's hands, he might not turn out well when he grew up.

"It's good, but the grades aren't very good."

Lu Jiangting: "..."

"They're still young. It won't be until junior high that we can see if they can walk properly," Lu Jiangting said.

Lu Cong nodded and said, "That's true."

At this moment, Wang Cuilan said again, "Jiang Ting, why don't you go and see Fang Qing? I don't know what illness she has, she hasn't left the house for several days."

Lu Jiangting frowned, convinced that she was faking it.

"Don't worry about her. She only has seven days off. She has to go back to work after seven days. She has to go out eventually."

Wang Cuilan was still worried, "We should still go and see her, just in case it's something serious. Chenchen has been with us for several days, and she hasn't come to ask about us once."

Lu Jiangting: "Chenchen didn't go back, and she didn't even come to ask?"

"No, she's alone. What if something happens to her and no one knows? You should go and check on her."

Lu Jiangting checked the time and thought to himself, "It's so late, what would it look like if I went to her house now?"

Forget it, I'll go tomorrow morning.

The next day, he knocked on Fang Qing's door just as dawn broke.

Fang Qing had been lying in bed for several days. At first, she felt relaxed, but she couldn't stand it after a couple more days.

Sometimes I sleep during the day, sometimes at night; my sleep schedule is completely reversed.

Last night, she knew Lu Jiangting had gone back and thought he would come to see her, but he didn't. She was so angry that she didn't fall asleep until the early hours of the morning.

She was sleeping soundly when there was a knock on the door, which startled her awake.

"Who?"

"it's me."

The nemesis has arrived.

Fang Qing tidied her hair, looked at herself in the mirror, applied some powder to her lips to make herself look sickly, and then went to open the door.

Lu Jiangting was startled by her appearance. "What did you eat?"

Fang Qing: "..."

As she wiped her lips, the powder on them came off.

Fang Qing quickly calmed down and said, "I'm eating dry milk powder since there's no hot water at home."

Lu Jiangting saw that there really was a bag of milk powder on the table.

"If you're sick, take your medicine properly and don't take these random things."

Fang Qing nodded and didn't argue with him.

This left Lu Jiangting unsure how to respond.

"By the way, Chenchen has been staying at our house these past few days, with my parents taking care of her."

"Oh, please thank your parents for me."

"No need for that. What are your plans?"

"Me? What are your plans? I can't take care of him these few days, I'll bring him back in a few days."

Just as he guessed, she was going to pick up Chenchen in a few days.

"Fang Qing, do you really care about Chenchen?"

Fang Qing didn't know what he meant and thought he was saying that she hadn't taken care of Chenchen these past few days.

She felt wronged, thinking that she hadn't taken care of the child even after all that, and yet he was still questioning her.

However, she endured it and did not argue with him, appearing indifferent to life and death.

"Did Chenchen misbehave and cause trouble for your parents? Then let's send him back."

Lu Jiangting: "..."

"What are you pretending for? Chenchen used to be always sick, what happened?"

Fang Qing was taken aback. "What do you mean?"

“You know what I mean. Didn’t you say it yourself? Chenchen is Jianjun’s only bloodline. You would raise him well even if you had to eat chaff and wild vegetables. If it weren’t for the fact that Chenchen needed a mother to raise him, you would have gone with Jianjun, wouldn’t you?”

Fang Qing's expression changed, "You..."

“I know everything. Last year, I didn’t want to see you because I was worried that Yuyao would misunderstand. I didn’t answer your calls because I sincerely wanted to keep my distance from you. But in order to make me see you, you actually made Chenchen pretend to be sick.”

He's so young. Didn't you see the fear in his eyes when he saw the needle pointed at him? He's your son too. How could you, as his mother, be so heartless? Did you think of Jianjun when you did these things? How could you face him?

When Lu Jiangting found out about those things, it instantly disrupted all of Fang Qing's plans.

Fang Qing's stunt was actually aimed at returning to her previous state.

The best outcome would be for her to leave home without getting a divorce, and then Lu Jiangting would ask her to take good care of the child.

If her child gets sick a few more times, she will need to take leave from work.

If she takes too much leave, it would be best to get her fired by her boss. That way, it won't be that she's unwilling to work; she's just a poor mother whose work is being dragged down by her child, and she has no other choice.

She can't work properly if she has to take care of her child, and she can't survive on that little money if she doesn't work.

Lu Jiangting is about to get a raise again, give her a hundred or eighty yuan a month, or even fifty or sixty.

Because of the divorce, she no longer had to take care of his parents, and her life couldn't be more comfortable.

If she could endure a few more years until those two old geezers were dead, she would have her own ways to make Lu Jiangting continue to do things for her.

But Lu Jiangting actually found out about those things, so wouldn't her plans be completely disrupted?

If Chenchen gets sick again, he will definitely become suspicious.

What's wrong with this brat?

Didn't I promise her I wouldn't tell Lu Jiangting?

What did he say?

Fang Qing wished she could drag Wang Chenchen back immediately and beat her up.

But now that Lu Jiangting is here, she has to quickly restore her image in his eyes.

Fang Qing took a deep breath and said, "Yes, I did that, but it was for his own good."

Lu Jiangting looked at her in disbelief. Was this for Chenchen's good?

He wanted to see how Fang Qing would explain herself.

"Chenchen doesn't have a father, and he's always laughed at and bullied by other kids. You know that, don't you? You were the one who persuaded Chenchen to transfer schools, weren't you?"

Lu Jiangting: "..." It was only because the child was being bullied that he made the decision to transfer Chenchen to another school.

"He lost his father at such a young age and was bullied. What could I do? Wang Jianjun wanted to sacrifice himself for his country. Could I stop him?"

At this point, Fang Qing's eyes welled up with tears.

“He said he was glad he had a father, and he asked me to help him find a new father. I’m a widow with a son. What kind of good man can I marry in my second marriage? Will he treat Chenchen well? Uncle Wang is right. Only you are the most suitable. Only if you are Chenchen’s father will you not treat him badly.”

Well, Old Wang has been dragged into this mess again.

Old Wang, who was on his way to work by company bus, suddenly sneezed violently.

"But back then, you were completely preoccupied with Lin Yuyao. Even though she didn't want you anymore, you still thought about her. Because of her, you wouldn't answer my calls."

Chenchen asks you every day when you're coming, and why you don't come to see him. What can I do? Tell me, what can I do?

I watched helplessly as he leaned against the windowsill, tears streaming down his face, staring at the road below. "To get you to see him, I had no choice but to make him sick."