20 years of restarting life

Chapter 3834 Reencounter with Ma Jingliang

After hearing Zhang Qinying's story, Zhao Chang'an felt relieved. He knew this would be a topic of conversation when he returned to Shancheng, a warning to others not to think that going abroad was always a good thing, and that the Yin Wenxi family was a prime example.

Yin Shaoyang said he was drunk when Peng Huijun took advantage of him. Zhao Chang'an didn't believe it. Peng Huijun was beautiful when she was young, and she is still a mature woman in her early forties. Zhao Chang'an didn't believe that Yin Shaoyang hadn't fantasized about it when he was young.

Since Geng Ling opened a hotel and allowed people like Yin Wan and Peng Huijun to do this kind of business there, she should have been prepared that her own man would one day try it too.

However, Zhao Chang'an still remembered the purpose of his call, so he said with a smile, "Sister Ying, give the phone to Xiaowei, I want to ask her about Huang Juan."

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Zhao Chang'an returned to the living room and decided to help Huang Xuelin this time. As for whether to listen or not, he had done his best anyway.

"Sister Huang, do you remember that time Huang Juan called you and said that Zhang Xiaowei and I bullied her?"

Huang Xuelin nodded: "I asked Xiaowei, and she said that Huang Juan was being unreasonable and tried to bite you. She was hit with a broom by Xiaowei, and then she ran back to her bedroom to complain."

"Sister Huang, I heard Xiaowei say that you had a tough childhood?"

"Yes, there are many children in the family, and there is a preference for boys over girls. I don't know how many beatings I endured and how much suffering I suffered in order to go to school."

"So you don't want Huang Juan to suffer even a little bit of the suffering you endured back then?"

"Correct."

Although Huang Xuelin didn't understand why Zhao Chang'an was asking these questions, she knew that Zhao Chang'an wasn't someone who had time to waste on her, so she honestly answered his questions.

"Back then, there were some relatively well-off families in your village, right?"

"Yes, my uncle's family has a son. My uncle is the commune director and my aunt is the commune women's director. Their family lives well. If it weren't for my uncle, I wouldn't have been able to go to vocational school."

At this point, Huang Xuelin's face showed a rare smile: "My brother is also doing well. Now his whole family is in Shihezi to provide aid to Xinjiang."

"Did your brother ever misbehave back then, complaining that the food wasn't good?"

"Yes, my uncle's method was to let him go hungry for two meals. He would then wolf down the leftovers. After that lesson, he never dared to say that the food cooked at home was not good."

Huang Xuelin sensed the underlying meaning in Zhao Chang'an's words and said to him, "Juan'er is never picky about food, and she never says it's not good. It's just that she often smashes her bowl while eating."

“Sister Huang, you still don’t understand what I mean. The reason Huang Juan is like this now is because she is fearless. Back then, would you have dared to say that the food was not good at home? Would you have dared to smash the bowl? Your brother will behave after being hungry for a couple of meals. If you had dared to do that, it would have been more than just being hungry for a couple of meals.”

“When I was little, I was carrying a bowl when my younger brother, my own brother, deliberately tripped me. The bowl broke, and the sweet potato porridge spilled all over the ground. My dad beat me from inside the house to outside the yard until I was unconscious. My brother was fine, and my mom was still scolding me for not watching where I was going and for getting my brother’s new shoes all covered in porridge.”

Huang Juan laughed and said, "My parents, brother, and younger brother all say I have no conscience. Haha, when they bully me and beat me, do they have any conscience?"

We've strayed a bit from the topic. This isn't about reminiscing about the past. Zhao Chang'an cut to the chase: "Zhang Xiaowei hit Huang Juan with a broom, and she immediately became docile, only daring to run to the bedroom to call you for help. To put it bluntly, she was fearless and took advantage of her master's power."

Zhao Chang'an's words, "a dog relying on its master's power," were so offensive that Huang Xuelin couldn't help but show a hint of displeasure on her face.

Observing Huang Xuelin's expression, Zhao Chang'an knew she hadn't been driven to the brink of collapse yet, and he had no intention of wasting any more words with her. Huang Xuelin was no longer the person Zhao Chang'an had previously sought to see and persuade; the fact that he was even willing to see her was already a huge favor, let alone coming in person. His harsh words were meant to quickly understand Huang Xuelin's current psychological state, knowing that even if he revealed Zhang Xiaowei's idea, Huang Xuelin wouldn't accept it.

Alternatively, you can negotiate and choose to accept part of the terms.

"So, to cure her, it's actually quite simple. Just like starving her for a few meals, if she's disobedient, let her go hungry, whip her, force her to do heavy physical labor, and after a few months of proper reformation, she'll become sober and obedient."

“Chang’an, I asked you to come here so that you could help persuade her, not starve her, beat her, or make her work. If that’s the case, why would I give that nanny so much money? I could just let her sue and lock Juan’er up for a while.”

“It’s different. If I handle it, at least I’ll be more careful. If she’s locked up, the people inside won’t tolerate her.”

Zhao Chang'an stood up and said, "Sister Huang, that's all I have to say. Think about it yourself. The best way is still what you said. You should persuade Huang Juan to see a doctor and get treatment. That's better than anything else, and it's better than my unorthodox methods."

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As Zhao Chang'an walked out the door, Huang Xuelin forced a smile at him, her face looking terrifying.

Clang!

Although Huang Xuelin was disappointed and harbored resentment towards Zhao Chang'an, she still remembered to close the security door gently. However, at the moment of closing the door, she couldn't hold back her anger and slammed the door shut, which could be seen as a way of protesting and expressing her dissatisfaction with Zhao Chang'an's slander against her daughter.

"It's true what they say, 'A little kindness is appreciated, but too much kindness breeds resentment.'"

Zhao Chang'an smiled dismissively and decided to blacklist Huang Xuelin and Huang Juan's phone numbers. Women are sometimes foolish creatures, acting as if others owe them something.

Zhao Chang'an agreed with Zhang Xiaowei's judgment that Huang Juan was not crazy at all. She was perfectly clear-headed. It was just that she had been used to a smooth and comfortable life since she was a child, so she was resentful about being hit this time and wanted to explode.

But who in this society has the time or inclination to pay attention to her, except for Huang Xuelin, who has no other choice?

Zhao Chang'an intuitively felt that Huang Xuelin was also close to reaching her limit of endurance, but it was no longer his concern.

As Zhao Chang'an went downstairs, he had just reached the bottom of the stairs when a person came out from the doorway. It was Ma Jingliang.

When Ma Jingliang suddenly saw a tall, burly man standing in the shadows of the stairwell, he trembled with fright. But when he saw that it was Zhao Chang'an, his face lit up with immense joy.

"Mr. Zhao, what brings such an important person like you here? I told you that the magpies in the trees have been chirping non-stop this morning, saying that good things are going to happen, but my wife didn't believe me."

"Teacher Ma doesn't have class today?"

Zhao Chang'an asked with a smile. Compared to Huang Xuelin's indifference just now, Ma Jingliang's enthusiasm made him feel much more comfortable.

"It's the weekend, Mr. Zhao. You must be busy with important matters, so it's normal that you can't remember. You just came from Huang Juan's house. Is no one home there?"

Ma Jingliang looked puzzled: "I've never seen Huang Juan leave the house. Aunt Huang rarely goes out either, except to buy groceries in the morning."

“They were all at home. They called me when they found out I was in Zhengzhou and told me about Huang Juan’s situation. After all, she’s an old acquaintance. Even though my unfilial nephew and his master were expelled from the sect by my master, I still came over to check on them since they made the call.”

Although Zhao Chang'an didn't care about the money, he still regretted picking up those two bottles of wine and a case of milk.