A bystander, Shen Jiani, heard her precious son’s words and her heart nearly leaped out of her chest.
She quickly got up and stopped Chen Jiabao, “Jiabao, what are you saying?”
Unexpectedly, Chen Jiabao pushed the approaching Shen Jiani to the ground. “I said, I want to eat the bun in his hand.”
Why could Wen Yan’an’s mother find so much seafood and cook for Wen Yan’an, while her mother did nothing at home? Grandma was right, his mother was a useless person who relied on his father.
Shen Jiani, pushed to the ground, was clearly stunned but quickly adjusted her emotions. “Jiabao, didn’t Mom tell you not to speak nonsense outside?”
“Jiabao wants a bun, right? Mom will go to the kitchen and get it for you now, okay?”
“No, I want the bun in his hand.”
Chen Jiabao had never been ignored before. Why dared Wen Yan’an not listen to him? He wanted to complain, he wanted his dad to bankrupt Wen Yan’an’s family.
“Um, An’an, perhaps considering Jiabao is still young, can you let him have the bun? An’an can eat with Mom later, how about that?” Shen Jiani knew her son’s personality and could only try to reason with Wen Yan’an.
Wen Yan’an said nothing and put the plate behind him.
“Sister Jiani, I’ll get another bun from the kitchen,” said a staff member who couldn’t stand it.
“I don’t want it, I want the bun in his hand,” Chen Jiabao pointed at Wen Yan’an.
His stance suggested that he wouldn’t give up until he got it.
“Little friend An’an?” Shen Jiani’s brows showed a hint of impatience. Why was this child so stubborn? Wouldn’t it be easier to just give it to him? Must they make things unpleasant for everyone? He had no manners at all.
“Jiabao, Aunt Qing just saw a bug fly onto the bun in An’an’s hand. Let’s not have it, okay?” Wang Qing also stepped forward to comfort him. “Can we eat later?”
“I won’t,” Chen Jiabao’s tears flowed uncontrollably, and he began to wail loudly. “Bad people, you are all bad people, I want to eat a bun.”
As Chen Jiabao cried, Chen Panpan, not far behind him, also started crying.
“An’an, why don’t you give the bun to your brother, okay?”
“An’an, we should care for younger children,” Xu Bao’er also said unhappily. “Just give it to your brother, okay?”
Wen Yan’an lowered his head and took a step back.
From all directions came accusations, saying he should give up the bun in his hand, saying he should yield to Chen Jiabao, but this was given to him by someone he cared about, and he didn’t want to give it up.
What should he do?
He didn’t know.
Live Broadcast Room.
[WTF, I really can’t watch this anymore. What are these people doing? Moral blackmail? A bunch of adults don’t go to the kitchen to get food and insist that Wen Yan’an give his up? I’m going to throw up my yesterday’s meal watching this.]
[They say if my son was so unreasonable, I’d give him a few slaps to let him know the harsh realities of life.]
[Are you guys crazy? Jiabao is just a child, what does he know? As an older brother, shouldn’t Wen Yan’an give his things to younger brothers and sisters? I think Wen Yan’an is just like Fang Miaomiao, selfish and lacking any sympathy.]
[Exactly. I don’t know what Wen’s Group is doing. A young crown prince like that has been taught badly by that poisonous woman Fang Miaomiao. I think Wen’s Group will collapse before long.]
[Hahaha, at that time, will Fang Miaomiao kneel and apologize, or what? I can’t wait to see that scene. A white-eyed wolf raised another white-eyed wolf, and I’m not surprised at all.]
[Are there any moderators? Manually tag the moderators. These people’s words are disgusting.]
[Disgusting? You probably haven’t seen worse. Fang Miaomiao is a poisonous woman. She stole Fang Yan Huan’s identity as a rich daughter, forced a marriage with Wen’s Group, and now wants to corrupt the values and conscience of Wen’s young crown prince. I must say, Wen’s Group is really unlucky to be targeted by such a woman.]
[After reading the comments, my values are completely shaken. Is it that whoever cries gets what they want nowadays? What did Wen Yan’an do wrong? Wasn’t it Chen Jiabao who wanted to take what belonged to others in the first place? He politely suggested he go to the kitchen to get it from his mother, but he refused. Now they blame Wen Yan’an? What kind of people are these?]
“An’an, be good, will you give the bun in your hand to Jiabao?” Fang Yan Huan crouched in front of Wen Yan’an and said gently. “Miaomiao likes you so much. Go tell Sister Miaomiao, and Sister Miaomiao will definitely give it to you.”
Just as Wen Yan’an was about to speak, a clear and firm voice came from behind him, “An’an won’t give it.”
“Brother Sisi.”
“Don’t be afraid.” Cui Yongsi jumped down the stone steps, walked in front of Wen Yan’an, and pulled him behind him. “Do your own things. If Jiabao wants to eat, he can go to Aunt Miaomiao in the kitchen himself, or he can wait for the next round.”
“But Jiabao is crying,” Fang Yan Huan said with a conflicted expression.
“Just because he’s crying, everyone has to give him their precious things?” Cui Yongsi looked around, his tone firm. “That’s impossible. This was earned by Wen Yan’an with his own labor.”
“I worked in the afternoon too,” Chen Jiabao said indignantly. “I want to eat.”
“I said, if you want to eat, go find Aunt Miaomiao yourself. You said you worked in the afternoon, and coincidentally, we also worked. So why are you sitting in the yard when you got back, and we have to cook for you?”
“Nonsense, you clearly went out to buy things.”
Cui Yongsi scoffed, a hint of mockery in his handsome eyes. “Try buying so many things for me with 200 yuan.”
Hearing this, Chen Jiabao’s face turned red, and for a moment he even forgot he was crying. “You!”
“You know you can’t do it yourself, right?”
“Sisi, I know you guys did a lot today, but Jiabao is just a child.” Fang Yan Huan continued to persuade. “An’an, be good, give the bun to Jiabao.”
Because of her relationship with Wen Wenlan, her tone carried a hint of unquestionability. “Be good, obey.”
“An’an is also a child, and he’s younger than Chen Jiabao. Shouldn’t Chen Jiabao be yielding to An’an?”
“Jiabao, be good, dinner will be ready soon. Let’s just sit and wait for a while, okay?” Chen Tianming was having a headache and could only resignedly come out to dissuade him.
“I won’t,” Chen Jiabao impolitely turned his head. “In short, I want to eat his bun today.”
Either he eats the bun, or no one does.
Thinking this, Chen Jiabao, while everyone wasn’t paying attention, ran a few steps and pushed Wen Yan’an to the ground.
The bun rolled all over the floor, covered in dirt and ash.