PFC Chapter 330 Fang Qing is unreliable when it comes to taking care of children
Chapter 330 Fang Qing is unreliable when it comes to taking care of children
Lu Cong lowered his head and thought for a while, then realized that his son's words made sense.
My time is too fragmented, so I can't get enough rest. What if Fang Qing gets sick again? Wouldn't that be a burden on my son?
“Alright, from now on, your mother and I will take care of picking up and dropping off Chenchen. She only needs to work three or four hours a day and cook a meal.”
At this point, Lu Cong slapped his thigh again and said, "Oh, that was so comfortable. Think about those years when we earned work points, we worked more than ten hours a day, and when we came back we still had to take care of the children and do housework, nothing was spared."
Wang Cuilan said, "Old man, things are different now. People nowadays can't endure hardship like we could back then! When I gave birth to Jiang Ting and his siblings, I rested for less than half a day before getting up to work in the fields again."
Especially when I gave birth to his eldest sister, I was carrying the baby on my back and holding a hoe in my hand. I was young then, and I was so tired that I cried every day. That's when I ruined my eyes from crying.
"It's just that we're unlucky, born in a time of suffering. If I were born now, I'd find sweeping the streets exhausting."
These words made Lu Jiangting feel uncomfortable again.
I thought my parents were right. No matter how tired I was, it would only be a few hours. I could just bear it and it would pass.
Cooking? Who doesn't cook?
Other people's daughters-in-law still have to go home to cook and take care of the children after work. Does that mean that working is not hard for them?
There is no easy task.
He only realized now that Fang Qing was being a bit pretentious.
Thinking back, ever since Wang Jianjun brought Fang Qing out of the mountains, she hadn't really had a proper job.
They used to run a hair salon, but it didn't last long.
Last year, she worked at the grain and oil station, which was an easy job that Lao Wang had assigned her.
His current job is quite easy, at least much easier than his.
"Father, Mother, I know it's not easy for you. Fang Qing really... isn't very good at enduring hardship. Let's leave it at that for now. If anything happens, we can talk about it later."
I used to always tell Lin Yuyao that Fang Qing had a hard life, but now I know that Fang Qing can't endure hardship?
"Alright, we'll do as you say."
After Lu Jiangting finished speaking with his parents, he reached out to take Wang Chenchen's hand.
Looking down, I noticed the injury on Wang Chenchen's face.
"Chenchen, what happened to your face?"
Wang Chenchen hesitated and didn't say anything.
Lu Cong, who was standing nearby, said, "It's normal for children to bump and bruise themselves. They probably bumped into it by accident."
He looked down at Wang Chenchen and asked, "Chenchen, tell Grandpa, did you fall and hurt your face?"
Wang Chenchen lowered her head and gave a soft "hmm".
Lu Cong said, "See? He fell down by himself."
Lu Jiangting didn't think so. How could he have gotten this injury from a fall?
He crouched down, staring intently at the injuries on Wang Chenchen's face, his expression turning serious.
"Chenchen, tell Uncle Lu, did you get into a fight with some other kids?"
"I...I..." Wang Chenchen stammered, unable to speak, but her eyes were already red and her mouth was pursed, as if she was about to cry.
Without needing to answer, Lu Jiangting guessed it: he had gotten into a fight.
"Why did you get into a fight? Didn't your uncle tell you that you shouldn't fight with other kids?"
Wang Chenchen shook her head and said, "No, I didn't fight with anyone. Someone hit me."
Lu Jiangting's expression changed. "A child hit you? Which child hit you? Why did they hit you?"
"They...they're making fun of people who don't have fathers..."
Lu Jiangting's expression changed drastically. He had heard Fang Qing mention it before, but he hadn't taken it seriously.
I thought she was using the child to gain sympathy, and I also thought that the parents of the children at that school were all highly educated people who would feel sorry for him after learning that he was a martyr, so how could they possibly bully him?
I didn't expect it to be true.
"Is that why they bully you?"
Wang Chenchen shook her head and said, "No, they even laughed at my mom for going out on the street."
Lu Jiangting: "..."
How did they know?
"My mom wore her work clothes to take me to school, and people saw that."
Lu Jiangting was speechless for a moment, then asked, "Anything else?"
Wang Chenchen raised her arm and said again, "You also said I was wearing tattered clothes."
There was a big hole in my armpit, and my clothes were torn.
Lu Cong snorted coldly and said directly, "This Fang Qing is really something. She doesn't even change her clothes after sweeping the streets. If her classmates see this, they'll laugh at her. And these clothes, the child's clothes are so torn, she doesn't even sew them up. What kind of mother would treat her like this? The child suffers because of her."
Lu Jiangting's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
Seeing this, Wang Cuilan said, "Oh dear, Fang Qing is busy with work, maybe she didn't have time. It's my fault, Chenchen, it's okay, Grandma will sew it for you when we get back. Ask your uncle, Grandma is a very good sewer."
Lu Cong: "Old woman, what are you trying to prove? Ten years ago, it was one thing for you to sew clothes, but don't you know what your eyes look like now? You sew, but don't prick your own hand with the needle."
Hearing their conversation, Lu Jiangting's expression grew even more unpleasant.
Lincoln's mother was a hardworking and simple person. He himself suffered hardship but couldn't bear to let his descendants suffer.
Fang Qing said she was tired, but her mother still made her do so much work, which made her feel bad.
Unfortunately, she was old and her eyesight was failing, so she was unable to do many things despite her good intentions.
It's all his fault as a son for being unfilial, causing them to suffer at their age.
"Mother, I'll have Fang Qing sew the clothes."
"Son, don't go and tell her, or she'll start arguing with you again."
Lu Jiangting felt increasingly distressed. Even in this state, his mother was still thinking of him.
Lu Cong, standing nearby, added, "Jiang Ting, sewing a piece of clothing is a small matter. This child is pitiful; we can't let him be bullied at school. You have to think of a way to resolve this issue."
Lu Jiangting nodded, moved.
How lucky he was to be their son.
His parents are kind people. Even though Chenchen is not their biological grandson, they treat him like their own grandson. How many people can do that?
If only Yuyao could have...
Sigh! Never mind, I won't think about it anymore.
They have their own lives to live, and Yuyao has a new life now; he shouldn't think about her anymore.
"Dad, I'll think of something."
When they got back, Fang Qing was still cooking. Lu Jiangting stood at the door and told Fang Qing about Chenchen being bullied by other children.
Fang Qing then realized that Wang Chenchen's injury was not from his own fall, but from being hit by someone else.
Fang Qing immediately dropped the spatula and looked at Wang Chenchen, asking, "Chenchen, tell Mom who hit you? I'll break his hand."
Wang Chenchen didn't dare to speak because of her fierce appearance.
Lu Jiangting said with a dark face, "You went and broke someone's hand? Do you even know what kind of background the kids who go to that school have?"
Fang Qing: "..."
"No ordinary person could get in even with money. If it weren't for Lao Wang's help, we wouldn't even be able to reach the school gate."
Fang Qing: "That was before. Now we're married, and you're Chenchen's father. Chenchen is now considered the child of a cadre, so why can't she go to school?"