c8 (1/2)

Chapter 8

“Tang, Jing, Cheng!”

The little boy’s whole body went rigid. c.r.a.p! It was a very bad sign when his mother said his full name, indicating that the s.h.i.+t was about to hit the fan.

He wanted to explain, but how could the 8-year old him manage to explain this complicated feeling of resentment and animosity clearly to his mother?

Zhong Zhen Dong softly whispered, “It’s okay, I don’t mind,” but his face turned gloomy, showing that he totally minded.

Villain!

The little boy drew a breath of air. Regarding this fierce battle of wits, how could he be Zhong Zhen Dong’s opponent? The moment his mother saw that the bad uncle’s face held a somber expression, she grabbed him to spank his bottom!

“What’s difficult to learn!? Following bad examples from other people! Uncle is a guest, and you went as far as to give him the middle finger. I don’t have this kind of disrespectful son!”

The little boy struggled while protesting. “Don’t spank me!”

“Now you know to be afraid of pain?”

“I’m afraid of losing face, hitting my hands should be enough!”

It would have been better if he didn’t say anything. Once he commented, his mother hit even harder. Wu wu wu (sound of crying) – Actually spanking his b.u.t.t in front of a stranger, really hateful. He might be a child, but even a child needed their dignity okay.

Poor Cheng Cheng, the first time he attacked, the outcome was unfavorable. This was called impulsiveness. The other person was a schemer with deep foresight, how could he beat him? But he realized one thing from this event, and that was that this bad uncle was more two faced than he was!

The three of them began to adapt to their new life. Every morning, Tang Xin Lian sent her son, who was in 2nd grade, to school. Afterwards, she went to the company to work.

At night, when she got off work, she picked up her son. She would then buy groceries and make food upon her return home, and the 3 person family would then have dinner together.

After three days of living together, she curiously asked Zhong Zhen Dong, “You don’t need to go to work?”

“I work on the computer at home, as a liaison.”

“Oh? That’s right, you said before that you were an agent for international trade. As it turns out, it’s possible to not go to a company everyday. That’s very convenient.”

“Yeah, it’s fine as long as I can talk to customers over the Internet and the cell phone.” This was because all the customers were located in various countries around the world.

“That’s so nice, is the salary high?”

“I get paid commissions, it could be considered high.” A commission was a few $100 million; you could choose to not work for ten years, and upon working again, could eat for another 10 years.

“En, en, I understand.” She nodded her head.

He smiled: It’s great if she understood, but it wouldn’t have matter if she didn’t.