A great director who grew up happily

Chapter 115 Parents' Desire for Control

He picked it up and took a look, and found that it was not his own. This one was much newer, but before he could take a closer look, Qiao Yingzi snatched it away from him.

"You didn't ask your dad for another one, did you?" Chen Jinnian looked over suspiciously, then sat on the sofa and said, "Just play with mine for a while, don't you think you'd want to play with it every day?"

"If I don't relax, I feel like I'm going to go crazy. Do you know what kind of life I'm living in now? I feel like I'm not living in a home, but a prison."

When Qiao Yingzi thought of that cold home, she felt a chill.

"You and your mother are still in the cold war, it can't be that serious, it's been a week."

After hearing his question, Qiao Yingzi also lay down on the sofa, "It's not really a cold war, my mom is actually quite nice. When I wanted to eat fried dough sticks and tofu pudding in the morning, she would rush downstairs to buy breakfast."

"Oh, you came back empty-handed," Chen Jinnian immediately interrupted.

"Yeah." Qiao Yingzi hummed softly, curling up on the sofa with her arms wrapped around her knees. "She thought it was all gutter oil and couldn't be guaranteed to be safe, so after struggling with it, she came back and asked me to continue eating sea cucumbers."

"My mother loves me very much, but she never cares about my feelings."

"It's not your fault. You are good enough." Chen Jinnian patted her head gently and said comfortingly.

On the other side, Chen Ming washed the sweat off his face in the bathroom. When he came out, he said, "Yingzi, I guess your father won't wake up until tonight. If everything is fine, I'll leave first."

"Ah, uncle, why don't you sit down and rest?" Qiao Yingzi quickly stood up to persuade him to stay.

"No, I have to accompany your Aunt Su to the prenatal education class later." Then he asked his son who was sitting on the sofa, "Are you going home with us, or will you go back by yourself later?"

"I can go back by myself." Chen Jinnian said lazily as he lay on the sofa.

"Okay, then you just chat with Yingzi and don't forget to go home for dinner in the evening." After Chen Ming gave the instructions, he smiled and said goodbye to Yingzi and left.

After Qiao Yingzi sent Chen Ming out, she took off her slippers and jumped onto the sofa, shocking Chen Jinnian who was lying there.

"Could you please be quiet for a moment? I haven't held you accountable for taking my game console today." He drawled, looking half dead.

"What's wrong with me taking your things? You've taken a lot of my toys before, and you never told me that time." Qiao Yingzi said, grabbing his collar.

"Who told you to push all those toys your dad gave you onto me, saying I bought them for you? Every time your mom complains to my mom, I get beaten."

"Isn't this helping you? If I don't say that you bought the toys, how can I explain the pocket money? I can't tell your parents that you gave all your pocket money to Luo Qinghan."

Qiao Yingzi immediately refuted and exposed all of Chen Jinnian's past. Although she was only in the same class with Chen Jinnian in elementary school, it did not mean that she did not know what happened in junior high school.

Chen Jinnian felt a little depressed when he heard this. The logic was closed. Luo Qinghan got the comic book, Qiao Yingzi got the toy, and he got beaten up.

He was such a good boy, but he was schemed against by two little witches.

Seeing that he was silent, Qiao Yingzi thought he was thinking about that incident again, and asked tentatively: "I saw her circle of friends a few weeks ago. You two...um..."

"It's nothing. What's done is done. Do you think I'm two-timing?" Chen Jinnian moved a few times and lay comfortably on the sofa.

Qiao Yingzi came close to him, looked at him carefully with a suspicious look, and nodded slightly. "I couldn't tell before, but now it looks like it."

After hearing this, Chen Jinnian rolled her eyes at him, and with that expression of a resentful woman in the boudoir, Qiao Yingzi laughed out loud.

After she finished laughing, she tried to get closer to Chen Jinnian, lying comfortably on the sofa, and looking over slightly, "Sometimes I envy you and Fang Yifan. You have a really good relationship with your parents, especially you. No matter what you want to do, your parents will support you."

"If you want to make a movie, your parents will give you money. If you want to take the art exam, your mom will help you sign up for training. But my mom never cares about what I like. She only asks for what she likes. If she likes 700 points, I have to get 700 points. If she likes Peking University and Tsinghua University, I can't go to Nanjing University."

As Qiao Yingzi spoke, the luster in her eyes faded, as if she were an old man on his deathbed.

Chen Jinnian leaned forward slightly and glanced at Qiao Yingzi, whose tone was a little unusual. As an outsider, he actually had nothing to comment on, whether it was the choice of university or Song Qian's education.

However, purely from a friend's perspective, he could feel Qiao Yingzi's inner depression. It had only been more than two months since high school started, and he didn't expect Qiao Yingzi to be so depressed.

"Yingzi, I'm sorry. I really can't solve these problems for you, but I want to tell you that no matter how unbearable the things you encounter are, please come to me. You are always welcome there."

He looked into Qiao Yingzi's eyes sincerely, and then blinked mischievously, "Your parents will never be welcome here. I will lock them out."

Qiao Yingzi's empty eyes gradually came into focus, and slowly moved, resting on his face.

Then she buried her head in Chen Jinnian's arms and began to cry loudly.

Chen Jinnian was also a little stunned. He didn't expect Qiao Yingzi's reaction to be so big, or in other words, he didn't expect Qiao Yingzi to have suppressed her grievances for so long.

She raised her hands somewhat helplessly, not knowing where to put them. After a few minutes, Chen Jinnian tentatively placed his hands on the other's back to comfort Qiao Yingzi, who was still sobbing and twitching.

He gently smoothed her hair and wiped her tear-stained face with a tissue, but he did not persuade her to stop crying. Instead, he let her continue to vent her emotions.

Chen Jinnian felt that being able to cry was at least a good thing. If a person didn't even want to cry, it was enough to show how much he hated living.

After about half an hour, Qiao Yingzi, who had no more strength to cry, fell asleep in his arms.

Chen Jinnian slowly pulled himself away, laid Qiao Yingzi down on the sofa, and then took out a small quilt from the bedroom and gently covered her with it.

Then he stood up and sighed helplessly, hoping that Qiao Yingzi's midterm results would be better this time, and that she could get through her senior year smoothly.

Before going out, he looked back at the Lego in the living room and Qiao Yingzi curled up on the sofa, then gently closed the door.