I Transmigrated Into A Divorce And Remarried A Hunter Husband - Chapter 403 - Chapter 403: Bad Mother

Chapter 403: Bad Mother

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“But he’s still young. He’s still a baby. What does he know?” Madam Jun continued in a gentle voice.

Ah-Yao continued to cry at the top of his lungs, making Heng Yi restless. He could not sit still.

Han Qiao held his hand.

“Let him cry for a while. This kind of behavior can only happen once. If we really spoil him…” Han Qiao also felt her heartache.

This was the first child she had risked her life to give birth to. How could she not feel distressed?

It was just that he was too smart and they could not leave his behavior unchecked.

If they pampered him again and again, they would only raise him to be a lawless boy.

When a catastrophe happens in the future, it would be too late for regret.

It was better to teach him the rules while he was very young.

There were some things that could not be done recklessly by relying on youth and ignorance.

With his background, as long as Heng Yi was capable and did not overturn, the glory could be extended to Ah-Yao.

Since this was the case, Ah-Yao had to be even more careful with his words and actions. He could not make even the slightest mistake.

Madam Jun didn’t say anything else.

It was not her child, so she couldn’t interfere.

“Let’s eat.” Heng Yi said.

His hand shook in Han Qiao’s hold.

He first moved his chopsticks to pick up food for Han Qiao.

The children were silent and didn’t dare to make a sound. They only dared to eat obediently.

He Cheng looked at his parents, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Outside the dining room, Ah-Yao continued to cry. After a while, seeing no one come to hug him, he touched his belly.

His stomach was unbearably hungry.

He thought to himself, ‘Be good and wait a little longer. Father and Mother will be heartbroken if you can wait a little longer. Then, you will be able to eat.’ However, after crying for some time, nobody came for him.

He cried a little bit more and still no one came.

This was not what he expected.

Because he had expected that he could eat the delicious food on the table by flipping his bowl of porridge.

Ah-Yao cried a few more times, but still no one came.

He knew that if he did not admit his mistake tonight, no one would come to hug him.

“Mother, Ah-Yao is wrong.”

“Mother, Ah-Yao is hungry.”

Back in the dining room,

Han Qiao’s hand that was holding the chopstick paused slightly.

Heng Yi put down his chopsticks and was about to get up, but Han Qiao held him back.

“Let him starve a little longer.” Han Qiao said.

Only when he was hungry would he learn that he couldn’t throw his bowl next time. He would know that he could eat whatever he wanted and his little thoughts couldn’t be hidden from his parents.

Heng Yi slowly sat back down, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating again.

Ah-Yao cried for a long time, but no one came to comfort him.

He hadn’t stopped when his older brothers and sisters left through another door after dinner.

He didn’t, until Han Qiao and Heng Yi finally stood in front of him.

“Father, Mother.” Ah-Yao felt like he was being treated unfairly.

He looked at his parents with a face full of tears, his voice choked up. It was heartbreaking.

Han Qiao reached her hand to him, “Ah-Yao.”

Ah-Yao grasped her hand in understanding, “Mother, Ah-Yao was wrong.”

Han Qiao didn’t reply and led him towards the kitchen.

Heng Yi followed behind.

In the kitchen, Han Qiao asked someone to cook rice paste for Ah-Yao. “Ah-Yao, look. You have a bowl of rice paste. Everything is prepared and delivered to the table for you when it’s done. What do you need to do?” Although the dish tasted light, there were many steps involved.

That included the stewed chicken soup, fried vermicelli, ground grains, chopped chicken, vegetables, and boiled porridge…

Apart from the lack of salt and oil, it also took time to bring it to Ah-Yao.

Han Qiao and Heng Yi didn’t speak.

Ah-Yao ate the porridge in small bites.

He might’ve been forced to cry earlier, but now he seemed to understand his mistake.

After filling his stomach, Ah-Yao asked Heng Yi to carry him.

“Father, hug.”

Heng Yi carried him and patted his head.

In his life, Ah-Yao may very well be his only blood-related descendant. He knew he would not be able to love and dote on him all his life, but how could he bear to see his child cry until his throat was hoarse?

However, he also hoped that his son would be good, sensible, well-behaved, and an upstanding person. He didn’t want Ah-Yao to be hated and beaten by everyone or leave a bad reputation for the rest of his life.

They returned to the main courtyard.

Han Qiao looked at the corner of the courtyard.

There used to be a large area of peonies planted there. Although it was bare now, it would be beautiful when the flowers bloom next spring.

After pondering for a while, Han Qiao decided to take Ah-Yao to farm tomorrow.

But the focus was on the outside, and Ah-Yao couldn’t see it.

“Shulan, go find someone to get two large flower pots and put them in the courtyard. Also, get some green vegetable seeds.”

“Yes, Madam.”

Although Shulan didn’t know what to do with these would be used for, she still instructed people to prepare them tomorrow.

Ah-Yao waited until they all entered their room and for Heng Yi to wash his face.

Then, Ah Yao complained in a soft voice, “Mother, bad..”

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