Chapter 226 Roar And Scold

Chapter 226 roars and reprimands

Looking at his sister's tears, Zheng Minglong was very upset, but he did not persuade her. He followed Zheng Wentao's words and said, "Dad, I listen to you. I only need tuition and living expenses. I will work to earn the rest."

He had seen his brother work during the summer vacation before, earning enough money to live on for a month. He really couldn't figure out why his sister couldn't support him. But on second thought, she spent a lot of money, wanted the best food and clothing, and was especially good face, pretending to be rich, a month's salary is probably not enough for her to spend.

Zheng Mingfeng wiped his face and tears welled up in his eyes. She had never seen him so angry before. He had never scolded her, hit her, or forced her like this before.

She knew very well that her father was in charge of the family, and her mother didn't have much say in it. Now that her father was determined to do this to her, she couldn't find any help at all. The relatives on her grandparents'side were eager for her father to teach her a lesson. Although her grandparents in Hunan province loved her, they didn't dare to say anything in front of her father.

"Dad, I know I'm wrong. I really know I'm wrong. I'll work hard and earn money. I won't let you worry about it anymore." Zheng Mingfeng's mouth was flat as he cried and promised.

"Hmph, your promise is like farting. It's useless. I'll give you two choices right now. First, move out today. Second, stay at home. Pay me the rent for this month." Zheng Wentao roared, calming down his anger, but his attitude was still tough.

Zheng Mingfeng sniffled, his voice as soft as a mosquito and a fly, "I, I choose the second one."

"Louder." Zheng Wentao slapped the table.

The noise was so loud that zheng mingfeng took two steps back in fright. Tears that had been hard to stop flowed out again and she cried with her mouth flat, "I choose the second one."

"Minglong, go make a guarantee and ask your sister to sign it."

Zheng ming hesitated and touched his father's cold eyes, so he went into the house to look for a pen and paper.

In the end, the letter of guarantee was written by Zheng Wentao. After brushing through half the paper, he threw it in front of Zheng Mingfeng. "You also went to junior high school. Look at it yourself. If you agree, sign it. If you don't agree, pack up and leave."

The Zheng family had only moved here for a month, and the people in the yard probably knew about their family. Although they lost a lot of money in business, there were still many people who envied their family for having a leather factory, their women also worked in the bus company, had a decent job, their son was admitted to college, but their daughter was not very obedient. But now that Zheng Wentao, the head of the family, had taught her so much and forced her to sign a letter of guarantee, everyone became curious. Many people even leaned their heads over to read the contents of the letter of guarantee.

Zheng Mingfeng felt especially humiliated being surrounded by so many people, but he didn't dare to scold them and covered the paper to prevent others from looking. I didn't see what was written on it, so I grabbed the pen on the table and signed my name. My thumb was still stuck with the red ink on the side, and I quickly pressed a handprint.

The onlookers did not see the content, so they had to smile and leave the house.

Zheng Wentao patted the paper on the table and said with a cold face, "If you sign it, then pay the money. Rent, water, electricity and living expenses are paid monthly. Now pay fifty yuan."

Zheng Mingfeng's mouth was flat. Why did he ask so many questions? She didn't see it clearly just now.

Zheng Wentao seemed to understand what she was thinking and told her son, "Minglong, go to our room drawer and show her the lease."

"No, no need." No matter how stupid Zheng Mingfeng was, he wouldn't think that her father had cheated her. She didn't have the face yet. The rent shouldn't be too much.

She sniffed, still afraid to look at her father's cold face, so she had to take off the bag on her back and rummaged for a long time to come up with fifty yuan.

Looking at the pile of money on the table that was crumpled like dried vegetables, the veins on Zheng Wentao's forehead jumped again, and his voice became a little deeper, "You are 18 years old. You are an adult. You have to take responsibility for your words and deeds. You have to fulfill the contract after signing the guarantee. Be an honest person. Don't let others look down on you."

The obvious meaning of his words was to make her pay fifty dollars a month. Zheng Mingfeng lowered his head and replied, "I know."

"From tomorrow onwards, you will find me a serious job, restrain your bad temper, become a dance teacher in a training class, or become a dancer in any production group. I will agree to any serious job. If you let me know that you eat, drink, and play all day long, don't do your job, and still meet and play with your friends, I'll break your legs and lock you up at home and forbid you from going out. No matter how bad my business is, no matter how much money I owe you, I can afford a cripple. If you think I'm joking, I'm just trying to scare you, you can try."

Zheng Wentao wasn't trying to scare her. The good porcelain ashtray on the table just smashed him on the concrete floor, splashing bits and pieces all over the floor, scaring the neighbors who were watching. The family rented it here. They rarely saw Zheng Wentao. He was gentle and elegant. They didn't expect him to have such a terrible temper. It seemed that this worried daughter really provoked him.

Zheng Mingfeng was so scared that her legs were weak and she was shaking like cotton. Her eyes were full of fear and fear. Her father's temper was really scary and scary. She really suspected that if she disobeyed, she would break her legs. If she was disabled, her life would be over.

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. The tears in her eyes, which were as swollen as walnuts, fell down again, not even saying an apology or a promise. She looked at Zheng Wentao's face in panic, and her thin body trembled.

Li Xiaoqin, who came back from work, stood outside the door. She heard half of Zheng Wentao's words about educating her daughter, and she supported him in doing so. She also wanted to correct her daughter's bad habits, but she was powerless, and the work and family affairs made her very upset.

Just as Li Xiaoqin was about to enter the house, he suddenly noticed someone standing behind him. Looking back, he saw that it was his stepson, who was a little taller than her, and stammered, "Mingze, you, when did you come?"

Zheng Mingze gave her a bland look and said, "Two minutes later than you."

Li Xiaoqin pursed his dry lips, so he heard what he was saying in the room. Just as he was about to call him in, Zheng Minglong found them inside and came out to shout, "Mom, brother, you're back."

The landlord and the neighbors greeted them with a coy smile. They were so excited about the excitement just now that they didn't realize that the hostess had returned and brought back a handsome young man. When he heard the boy call him "Brother," he turned out to be the eldest son of his family. He was wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, very much like his father, and looked like a college student.

Hearing that Zheng Mingze was here, Zheng Wentao's anger subsided by more than half. He got up and walked over, pulling the corners of his mouth, "Mingze, aren't you in the middle of the school registration process? Why are you here at this time?" He graduated from graduate school this year and stayed in school to work, which was a rare happy event for Zheng family this year.

"It's already been done. There's a month's vacation. I'll report to work in late august. Let me ask you about your business and see if you need any help." Zheng mingze had always had a grudge against his father, his attitude towards him was neither warm nor cold, and his words were a little distant.

Zheng Wentao was very pleased. He called him into the house and gave Li Xiaoqin a look. He asked her to take the onlookers out and tell him in a low voice, "Everything is settled in business. The original house is temporarily mortgaged to the bank. We can get it back in a year."

"Yes." Zheng Mingze's voice was still cold as ever. He took out a stack of brand new bills from his bag and said, "Take this ten thousand yuan and turn it around first."

Over the years, Zheng Wentao gave him enough living expenses through the old couple of Zheng family every month and bought him a house of 100 square meters. Even if the family business failed, he would rather mortgage his own property and sell the factory than move the property he bought. Zheng Mingze knew all these things, and he knew that his father cared about him, but he could not forget the fact that he abandoned his mother.

Although his mother remarried later, had a son and a daughter with his stepfather, and had a good life, and his stepfather was okay with him, he always had a thorn in his heart. When she was a child, she hated her father and hated Li Xiaoqin and her two children. But as she grew up, she became more and more open-minded. I can't say I forgive them, but I just don't want to see them.

Li Xiaoqin sent the neighbors away and closed the living room door. When he saw the pile of money that Zheng Mingze took out from the table, his heart was mixed. She sighed deeply. Seeing Zheng Mingfeng still standing there with his head down, she frowned and nudged her with her elbow, winking at her.

The tears on Zheng Mingfeng's face were still obvious. He stammered, put his bag on the cabinet, and turned to the kitchen to get some tea.

Mingze, you can take the money back. Dad is a little nervous here in the past two months. The profit of the tannery is good. It will recover soon. You're 26 years old, and you're working now. You're going to get married soon. You'll have to spend money. It's always good to have some money in your hands." Zheng Wentao knew that he had given him the ten thousand yuan over the years, so he probably saved it all up.

There was no reason to take it back. Zheng Mingze did not listen to him. He said indifferently, "Take it first. Just give it to me when it gets better. I have nothing to spend right now."

Zheng Wentao sighed and nodded, "Okay, dad wrote you an iou."

Zheng mingze wanted to say "No need to write," so he had already started writing with the pen and paper on the table, so he closed his mouth.