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Chen Hao furrowed his brows slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes as he tightened his grip on Jiajia's small hand.
On the playground, the sounds of children playing echoed around, and the sunlight bathed the grass in a golden hue.
A few sparrows hopped nearby, pecking at crumbs of bread.
"Zhang Cheng, Jiajia is living well now. I hope you won't disturb her anymore," Chen Hao's tone was firm and left no room for argument.
I gently tugged at Chen Hao's sleeve, silently urging him to soften his tone a bit.
Taking a deep breath, Chen Hao's voice softened slightly. "Let's leave the past behind. None of us want Jiajia to suffer any more harm."
Zhang Cheng's face turned even paler, his lips trembled slightly as if he wanted to say something but swallowed it back down.
He lowered his head, his gaze fixated on his own toes, which were unconsciously scuffing the ground, kicking fallen leaves into the air.
"I... I just want to make amends..." His voice was low and hoarse.
At that moment, a woman dressed simply and looking somewhat haggard approached, holding the hand of a boy.
The boy wore clothes that were slightly ill-fitting, keeping his head down as he kicked at small stones by the roadside.
The woman reached Zhang Cheng's side and tugged at his arm forcefully, her tone sharp. "Zhang Cheng! What are you hiding here for? Xiaoming needs to pay for school! When are you going to give the money?"
Zhang Cheng suddenly looked up, seeing Chu Qiao and Zhang Xiaoming. His face instantly turned ashen.
"I told you already! I don't have any money right now!" He lowered his voice, irritation creeping into his tone.
Chu Qiao raised her voice, her tone even sharper. "No money? Who are you trying to fool? You drive a luxury car and live in a villa! Are you really telling me you have no money?!"
She pointed at Zhang Cheng's car, her tone filled with anger and dissatisfaction.
Nearby, some parents and teachers curiously glanced over.
Sweat beads formed on Zhang Cheng's forehead as he instinctively looked at the people around him, then at Jiajia, who was hiding behind Jia Wenjing. Gritting his teeth, he pulled out a stack of cash from his pocket and shoved it into Chu Qiao's hands. "Alright! Stop making a scene! Let's go!"
Chu Qiao snatched the money, counted it, and a satisfied smile spread across her face.
"Now that's more like it!" She grabbed Zhang Xiaoming's hand and turned to leave.
Zhang Xiaoming glanced back at Jiajia, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes.
Zhang Cheng slumped his shoulders in defeat and let out a deep sigh.
Chen Hao held my hand, gently rubbing my knuckles with his thumb, offering me silent encouragement.
Jiajia clung to my leg, looking up at me with her innocent face and said in her sweet voice, "Mommy, go for it!"
I bent down and kissed her forehead before turning toward the kindergarten gate.
The autumn sun warmed my skin, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in my heart.
Zhang Cheng's situation weighed heavily on me like a stone, making it hard to breathe.
At the kindergarten entrance, Zhang Cheng paced nervously back and forth, occasionally looking up anxiously.
He had lost a lot of weight; his eyes were sunken, and stubble covered his face. The once spirited demeanor was nowhere to be seen.
When he saw us approaching, he abruptly stopped, rubbed his hands together, and his eyes showed a mix of tension and hope.
"Jiajia." His voice was hoarse and trembled slightly.
Jiajia hid behind me, tightly gripping my leg and refusing to come out.
Zhang Cheng's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he simply let his hands fall helplessly to his sides.
He pulled out a crumpled picture book from his pocket and handed it to me. "This is... for Jiajia."
I took the picture book without saying a word.
On the cover, there was a vibrant illustration of a little girl and a small bear, bursting with color and childlike charm.
A gust of wind blew by, sending a few withered yellow leaves swirling down from the trees to the ground.
The stone path at the kindergarten entrance was covered in golden leaves, resembling a thick carpet.
"Xiao Ming... isn't doing well at school..." Zhang Cheng's voice was low and hoarse, tinged with a hint of unspoken pain.
I watched his desolate figure, my heart filled with mixed emotions.
I sighed softly and asked, "What happened?"
He lifted his head, his eyes filled with anguish and self-reproach.
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