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"I'll tell you, Chu Yun, Xiao Bei is not your biological child. If I find out that you treat him even a little bit poorly, I'll skin you alive! Also, since you can't give birth, when Cold Thunder comes back, I will discuss finding a surrogate with him!"
Cheng Ying stood up and cast a disdainful glance at Chu Yun.
"Kneel here for two hours and reflect properly!"
"Yes, Mom..."
Cheng Ying turned and went upstairs, while the servants busied themselves elsewhere, leaving Chu Yun kneeling in the living room.
The coming and going of the servants were all visible to her.
Chu Yun felt a lump in her throat but had no choice; Cold Thunder was on a business trip, and there was no one to speak up for her. She could only endure!
Pain, humiliation, and anger intertwined within her!
Cheng Ying already knew the truth of the matter, and Lu Kenian had returned. She had to make plans early!
Although she knew that Cheng Ying would consider the Cold Family's reputation and wouldn't actually let her divorce Cold Thunder, it meant that her life in the Cold Family would only become increasingly difficult.
The humiliating two hours finally ended. Chu Yun stood up, her limbs numb from pain almost causing her to fall. Fortunately, the sofa was nearby.
She rubbed her knees and unsteadily made her way upstairs.
Everyone else had finished dinner while she had knelt on an empty stomach for two hours!
As soon as she entered the room, she heard a "thud." There stood Cold Haocheng in front of the dressing table, with needles scattered all over the floor!
Cold Haocheng was planning to hide her needles today; he wasn't afraid of a spanking but dreaded those needles—they hurt him so much he felt like he could die!
The moment Cold Haocheng appeared, a fierce light flashed in Chu Yun's eyes.
"You little brat! Are you causing trouble here again?"
Seeing Chu Yun's expression, Cold Haocheng was about to rush out, but Chu Yun pushed him down to the ground and locked the door behind him.
"You little brat, now that you're in my hands, you won't be able to escape! Didn't your grandma hit me? Well then, I'll take it out on you!"
"Grandma—"
Just as Cold Haocheng was about to call out, Chu Yun covered his mouth and stuffed a sock from the dirty laundry basket into his mouth.
"Go ahead! I dare you to shout! Haha—"
Chu Yun stripped Cold Haocheng down to nothing and tied his hands and feet with her own socks.
She picked up a feather duster and swung it at Cold Haocheng's tender skin!
"You old hag! How dare you hit me! For every hit you give me, I'll hit your grandson back!"
Chu Yun was very precise with her strikes, targeting areas that wouldn't be visible when clothed: the buttocks, back, arms, thighs, and stomach. These areas had enough flesh that even if bruises appeared, they would fade in a few days.
After tiring herself out, she noticed some needles scattered on the ground and picked them up one by one to poke into Cold Haocheng's backside.
"What a cute little hedgehog!"
Chu Yun laughed heartily while clapping her hands.
Cold Haocheng, lying on the ground with his hands and feet bound and mouth stuffed, could only silently shed tears, unable to make any sound.
Chu Yun was ultimately tired. After tormenting Cold Haocheng for a while, she put on a face mask and went to bed.
Cold Haocheng stared blankly at the woman sleeping on the bed, trembling slightly.
Although he was mischievous, he was still just a three-year-old child.
The next morning, Chu Yun was awakened by a knock on the door.
"Lady, is the young master with you? He’s going to be late for school!"
Chu Yun jolted awake and looked at Cold Haocheng, who was tied up on the floor with his mouth gagged. She hurriedly replied, "He’s with me; you don’t need to worry. I’ll take care of it!"
"That’s good!" The servant left.
Chu Yun quickly got out of bed, untied Cold Haocheng, and removed the sock from his mouth.
When Cold Haocheng woke up and saw Chu Yun's face, he instinctively recoiled.
However, Chu Yun fiercely grabbed his arm.
"You little rascal! Let me tell you! If you tell anyone about what happened last night, I’ll feed you to the tigers. Do you hear me?"
Cold Haocheng shivered in fear and nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
Chu Yun immediately found him some clothes to wear. During the process of getting dressed, Cold Haocheng didn’t say a word.
After a while, Chu Yun carried Cold Haocheng downstairs.
“Xiao Bei, while your dad is not home, you can't just stay in your mom's room all the time. You're already so big, and you still want to sleep with her. This is the last time; next time, you can't do this.”
Cheng Ying, sitting in the living room enjoying her morning tea, couldn't help but nod. It seemed that Chu Yun was quite good to her grandson.
“Mom, I'm taking Xiao Bei to kindergarten. As soon as his dad left, he clung to me. I finally found a chance.”
“Go ahead.”
Chu Yun took Cold Haocheng to kindergarten.
That afternoon, Lu Kenian finished his tasks at the headquarters earlier than expected and wanted to check on Lu Xiaonan at school, so he went directly to the kindergarten.
The afternoon class was a craft lesson, and the classroom was quite noisy. One teacher was on sick leave, leaving only Teacher Li to supervise, who allowed Lu Kenian to come in and help out.
Lu Kenian squatted beside Lu Xiaonan, watching her work on her crafts while occasionally keeping an eye on the other children.
At that moment, there was a loud crash as the classroom's fish tank fell to the ground, and several goldfish flopped around on the floor.
“Cold Haocheng! What do you want? Can't you go a day without causing trouble?”
Managing so many children alone had already drained Teacher Li, and now she completely lost her temper.
Teacher Li walked up to Cold Haocheng, who was drenched in water from the broken fish tank.
Lu Kenian approached. “What happened?”
“This child is a little troublemaker! His family is the famous Cold Family; we teachers are all at our wits' end. We can't afford to offend the Cold Family, but this child is too mischievous!”
“The Cold Family? Is that the same Cold Family from Thunder Group?” Lu Kenian felt his heart race.
"Yes, it's that Cold Family!"
Lu Kenian stared at the little boy, her son! Her son was right in front of her!
"Teacher Li, please tidy up here first to avoid any accidents with the little one. He's all wet, so I'll take him to change into some dry clothes."
"Alright, then I'll trouble you, Miss Lu. His locker is the fourth one from the left in the third row. Teacher Dong is on leave today, and I really can't manage alone."
"No problem."
Lu Kenian quickly picked up Cold Haocheng, grabbed his clothes, and headed to the changing room.
Lu Kenian placed him on a chair to take a good look at her son. The little guy grinned and immediately jumped off the chair.
"I don't want to sit!"
"What's wrong?"
"I just don't want to sit!"
"Okay, then don't sit." Lu Kenian looked at her son, gently stroking his little head, tears almost spilling from her eyes.
"Sweetheart, your clothes are wet. Is it okay if Auntie helps you change?"
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