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In the days that followed, news about Zhang Cheng came in sporadically. First, at the company, Chu Qiao reported him for cutting corners in order to protect herself.
"What a pity," Hong Meili sighed, holding a purple clay teapot and taking a gentle sip. "If he had treated you well back then, he wouldn’t have ended up in such a situation. He sold off all his assets, even his parents' house, yet it was still too late for him. To protect herself, Chu Qiao reported his misconduct. In the end, both of them ended up behind bars. The once-thriving company declared bankruptcy. Worse still, Chu Qiao reported him for bribery as well. Zhang Cheng, who once basked in glory, has now become a prisoner."
I listened quietly, flipping through Jiajia's drawing book.
Jiajia had drawn our family of three; though the figures were crooked and uneven, they were filled with childlike charm.
When I heard this news from Hong Meili, I felt no ripple of emotion within me.
I gently held Hong Meili's hand. "Mom, it's all in the past."
Hong Meili patted the back of my hand, her eyes filled with comfort. "Wen Jing, it’s good that you can let go. The days ahead will get better."
"After all, he is Jiajia's father," I said softly as I set down the drawing book. "Even though he wronged me, I still hope he can turn over a new leaf."
Hong Meili patted my hand again, her tone carrying a hint of nostalgia yet seeming unsurprised. She set down her teacup and sighed lightly. "If only we had known this would happen, we might have acted differently."
Sitting across from her with Jiajia's drawing book in hand and listening to her innocent voice in my mind, I felt a mix of emotions swirling within me.
"Wen Jing, the sales of the new book have reached a new high!" The excited voice of the agent Sister Li came from the other end of the phone, "The publishing house is contacting for more printing, this time you will make a lot of money again!" I put down the phone, and a smile rose unconsciously on the corner of my mouth. Compared with his previous indifference to me and Jiajia, it was even more ironic. I didn't feel a bit happy, but rather a little sad. "Mom, thank you." I held Hong Meili's hand and sincerely thanked her for her support and help. Hong Meili patted my hand, and a warm current surged in my heart. "Mom, you will live with me and Jiajia in the future." I held Hong Meili's hand and said sincerely. After getting rid of the shadow of Zhang Cheng, my writing career has become more successful. The new book has received rave reviews as soon as it was launched, and sales have soared, gaining both fame and fortune. Hong Meili's eyes were slightly red, and she smiled and nodded: "Okay, okay." On the other side of the city, Chu Qiao and Zhang Xiaoming sat in the corner of a cheap restaurant. The restaurant was noisy and filled with the smell of oil smoke. Zhang Xiaoming was holding a toy car with a missing corner in his hand, and Chu Qiao was impatiently urging Zhang Xiaoming to eat. "Eat quickly! We have to go back after eating." Chu Qiao spoke in a rough tone, not noticing Zhang Xiaoming's depressed mood at all. "Mom, why do they say we are bad people?" Zhang Xiaoming asked timidly, his voice as thin as a mosquito. His eyes were red, and his eyes were full of tears. He couldn't eat a single bite. He secretly glanced at the children at the next table. They were wearing clean and tidy clothes and were chatting happily.
"What are you looking at?" Chu Qiao followed Zhang Xiaoming's gaze, her tone sharp. "Haven't you ever seen the world?"
Zhang Xiaoming finally couldn't hold back. "They... they said my mom and dad are bad people..." He whispered, his voice trembling as he sobbed softly, his shoulders shaking slightly.
Chu Qiao paused for a moment, then a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face. She looked around and noticed that everyone was watching them, their eyes filled with something unusual.
"He's the kid whose parents are bad people," a little girl with a ponytail pointed at Zhang Xiaoming.
Another boy chimed in, "My mom said his dad is a scoundrel who abandoned his wife, and his mom is a mistress."
Upon hearing these words, Zhang Xiaoming's body jolted. He lifted his head, his eyes brimming with anger and injustice.
"You’re talking nonsense!" he shouted back, though his voice quivered.
However, his protest had no effect; his face turned crimson, and tears streamed down his cheeks uncontrollably. He bit his lip tightly, his small hands clutching the hem of his shirt.
Chu Qiao suddenly stood up, glaring at the group of children. "What did you say? Say it again!"
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