My mother once dumped the richest man in the city. Eight years later, I beat up the billionaire's son, and my teacher forced my mom to kneel and beg for forgiveness. The billionaire pushed open the door: "I used to treat you like a princess, afraid you'd melt in my mouth, and you're on your knees for this?" "Sarah, whose face are you throwing away?" Chapter 1 I've never had a dad, nor have I ever met any relatives. It's always been just my mom raising me. She works the night shift at a convenience store and often comes home very late. So she asked Mrs. Higgins next door to add a bowl for me when she made dinner for her granddaughter. Of course, it wasn't for free. Mom paid Mrs. Higgins for the meals every month. But Mrs. Higgins took the money and turned around to buy milk and fruit for me. She often sighed about how hard my mom worked and told me not to tell her. I nodded, and she praised me for being a good girl. Actually, I just felt that if I were a little better, Mom could be a little more relaxed. In school, I was the most inconspicuous student in the class. Although I listened carefully in class, I never showed off. Classmates sometimes called me "The Mute" because they thought I didn't like to talk. Actually, I just liked to eavesdrop on them. The topic most talked about by third graders was their families. Some classmates even told everyone about their dad having hemorrhoids or their mom fighting a mistress. There was a boy in class named Liam Black, a new transfer student. He always complained about his CEO dad. He said his dad had a temper like a dog every day, and his face was as cold as a widower's. He said his dad had no time for him, and basically only the driver and nanny were at home every day. He said his dad only had money in his eyes, and for his birthday, he asked his secretary to pass on a black card. ... In short, he didn't like his dad. But I envied him for having a dad. I don't know why, but among all the kids in the class, the one I wanted to be close to the most was Liam. Because I didn't have a dad, and it was said that Liam didn't have a mom. To some extent, we were the same kind. Walking in line after school, Liam complained that his dad's cooking was terrible. I couldn't help but chime in: "My mom makes delicious desserts." As long as he talked to me, I could bring him desserts made by my mom. But Liam turned his head and glared at me fiercely: "What do you mean?" I looked at him in confusion. "You're mocking me for not having a mom, right?" Liam pushed me hard, his face full of hostility. I fell to the ground, still dazed, when the homeroom teacher, Ms. Foster, shouted from behind: "Lily Evans, do you have eyes? You disrupted the line discipline, get up immediately!" I had to slowly get up from the ground and pat the dust off my clothes. Since I talked to Liam after school, I inexplicably became a thorn in his side and his followers'. Every time he passed by my seat, he would pinch my arm through my clothes. If we met head-on, he would also slam into my shoulder hard. Not to mention, he always had a large group of followers with him. Every time I passed, they would shout inexplicably: "Lily Evans, the little mute, so shameful." Then they would make weird noises with their mouths. I mustered up the courage to tell the teacher. However, when I went to Ms. Foster's office, she was sitting cross-legged with her phone, talking to someone unknown, calling him "Mr. Black" repeatedly, her eyes and brows full of smiles. I stood at the door for ten minutes, and she didn't notice me. The bell rang; the next class was English. I had to go back. The English teacher taught an essay today, titled "My Dad". I didn't know how to write it, so I sat dryly for a whole class. The sky outside the window was gray, as if it was going to rain, making people feel heavy-hearted. However, Liam was very happy. He told everyone that his dad would come to pick him up today. After school, it really started to pour. Unexpectedly, in the huge campus, only Liam and I were left unpicked in the end. The security guard took us to the security room. Liam looked very bad, shouting at the smart watch on his wrist: "I don't care! I don't want to hear any excuses! You just have to come pick me up!" Then he put down his watch and stomped on the floor "bang bang bang". I thought he really looked like a grumpy and unreasonable monkey. I don't know how long it took, but the driver of Liam's family finally appeared outside the security room. "I don't want you, where's my dad?" The little bully threw a tantrum at the driver outside the window. The driver made a call in embarrassment. Not long after, a man walked over unhurriedly holding a huge black umbrella. The sky was still gloomy, and the wind was howling outside the window— Although the umbrella brim covered his face, it could be seen that the man had an upright posture, a calmness that feared no wind or rain. Liam had already jumped up, rushed out of the security room, and ran quickly into the man's arms. The man extended a hand and firmly grabbed Liam's collar. Those were hands that looked powerful and safe—broad palms, distinct knuckles, just like a pair of hands a father should have. The man put Liam down, holding the umbrella in one hand, tilting most of the brim towards Liam. Then mercilessly, he patted Liam's head. That crisp hit, like patting a watermelon, made me stare blankly. Liam didn't mind. Instead, he suddenly turned his head and gave me a smug and gloating smile. "Poor thing." He provoked me with a grimace, "Keep waiting by yourself!" Chapter 2 I simply stayed in the guard room. I almost finished my homework before the rain stopped. The security guard, Uncle Lee, even shared his dinner with me—a basket of delicious buns. After thanking him, I walked back to the apartment I rented with my mom. I simply mopped the floor and read "The Adventures of Bacteria World" before Mom finally came back. The bedroom door was pushed open, and Mom smiled and leaned half her body in from the door: "Baby, why haven't you slept yet tonight?" I noticed the other half of her hand hidden behind the door at a glance. "Mom! Is your left hand hurt?" She scratched her head: "Sharp eyes, kiddo, worthy of 20/20 vision." I asked her what happened. "Hit by goods," she sighed, "Now it's great, can't use my left hand for half a month." "Then can you rest at home for this half month?" I asked carefully. "Where are such kind capitalists? Giving you ten days or half a month off, do you still want the job?" I lowered my eyes, a little unhappy. "Ta-da—look what this is?" Mom suddenly raised her voice, quickly taking out the roast duck and a can of beer hidden behind her back to divert attention, "This is a gift from the stingy boss." "Were you planning to eat it yourself?" I asked faintly. She scratched her face: "Am I that kind of person?" I had to help her recall the old cases of her hiding in the living room drinking milk tea, eating barbecue, and watching TV dramas alone after I fell asleep... Under the dim light, we shared the roast duck. I suddenly remembered Liam's dad I saw today, so I whispered: "Mom, what kind of person was my dad?" I knew Mom didn't like talking about Dad. But she was silent for a moment and actually told me: He had a bad temper, spent all his time on work, and only knew how to stuff black cards to solve problems... "Then what did he look like? Were his hands big?" "Pretty big, and quite tall." Mom chuckled, "Why do you ask this?" I wanted to hear her say more, but Mom said emotionlessly: "Kiddo, knowing this is useless, he's already dead." I had to ask one last sentence eagerly: "Did Dad love me when he was alive?" She touched my head and said softly: "Sleep, baby." I don't know why, but I felt sadness on her smiling face. The next day, I arrived at school early and started making up the essay homework I didn't finish yesterday. As a result, after handing in the essay, Mr. Lewis actually read mine aloud as a model essay in front of the whole class. "My Dad" My dad often keeps a straight face, always looking unhappy. My dad is always busy and can't take care of me, but I know he is always by my side. My dad is the best dad in the world. Whenever it rains, he will drop all work and come to school to pick me up. His hands are so big, just like his big black umbrella, able to shield Mom and me from the wind and rain of the whole world... After school, Liam found me, his face full of anger: "You thief! You clearly wrote about my dad." He reached out to push me. I quickly ran back, but he caught up instantly and pinned me against the wall at the back of the classroom, shouting fiercely: "Thief!" I suddenly got angry and pushed him forward hard. Actually, I was taller and stronger than him. He was pushed to the ground by me, his face turned black immediately, and he started cursing. I had never heard so many vicious words! New hatred piled on old grudges. Instead of letting him go, I rode on him. For every curse, I punched him. When I came back to my senses, Ms. Foster had already rushed to the classroom. She screamed, pulled me off Liam, and hugged him to comfort him for a long time. Liam cried pretentiously a few times, still shouting emotionally: "Ms. Foster, my dad entrusted me to you. I always treat you as my mom. I only have you now, boohoo." Ms. Foster turned her head and stared at me fiercely: "Lily Evans, now, immediately, right now, ask your mom to come to school!" Chapter 3 "Does your daughter have violent tendencies?" Ms. Foster's voice was shrill. "Look at how she beat up Liam!" Liam immediately groaned, pretending to be in great pain. Ms. Foster said to him softly: "Liam, be good. I called your dad, he's coming." Mom had her left arm in a cast, still wearing the green vest of a salesclerk and a cheap hat with the store logo. She seemed to have run over in a hurry, her bangs blown messy. She looked at me and said anxiously: "Lily is usually very good, she wouldn't hit people for no reason." Ms. Foster raised her voice: "Are you saying I'm slandering your daughter?" "I didn't mean that." Mom said quickly, "I just want to hear what the child has to say." "Lily Evans," Ms. Foster turned to ask me coldly, "Tell me yourself, where did you go wrong?" I pursed my lips stubbornly. Ms. Foster seemed angry: "Fine, if you won't say it, I will." "When standing in line, you didn't follow the discipline." "Other classmates don't like you either. You don't have any ability to integrate into the group." "Now you've even learned to beat up classmates." "Just now when the teacher asked you, you didn't say a word. You've also learned to deceive." "I just want to ask you, do you still have any respect for me as your homeroom teacher?" My mom looked at me and moved her lips: "Ms. Foster, maybe there's some misunderstanding..." Ms. Foster showed a contemptuous smile: "Since you insist on turning a blind eye to your daughter's mistakes, I have nothing to say." She slammed the thermos cup in her hand heavily: "I can't teach her. You find another famous teacher. Ask around yourself, which homeroom teacher in the school is willing to accept her, just transfer her out." As soon as these words came out, my mom's face turned pale. Although she didn't usually act like a mother, she was very strict about education. Usually, if I scored less than 80 on a test, she would treat me to a "bamboo whip stir-fry pork" without mercy. What's more, education has always been more important than life to her. "No." Mom panicked a little, she begged quickly, "Ms. Foster, give Lily another chance. She's young and ignorant." Ms. Foster turned her head, snorted coldly, facing the wall. Mom continued to beg bitterly, saying almost all the good words. But no matter what Mom said, Ms. Foster just told her to find someone to transfer me to another class. But in a school, which homeroom teacher would take over a student that others didn't want? "Please have mercy." Mom raised her injured hand, "I will definitely educate Lily well when I go back, don't throw her away." Ms. Foster turned back, but still picked: "How can I trust you?" My mom paused, as if she had made up her mind: "Ms. Foster, I'm busy with work and don't have time to care about Lily's psychological state. She has always been alone, and no one taught her what to do and what not to do." I looked at Mom blankly, the first time seeing her speak so seriously. Mom held the handle of the chair and slowly knelt down, begging again: "Ms. Foster, the one who is wrong is actually me, the mother. It's me who didn't teach her well, not Lily's fault. Please give her another chance." After speaking, her usually thin and straight shoulder blades folded deeply. I stared at her blankly. The one who usually laughed and didn't act serious was my mom; the one kneeling on the ground, humbly begging the teacher not to abandon me, was my mom; the one who taught me to be honest and study hard was my mom... Hard life never crushed her, but at this moment, she gave up her dignity for me. I couldn't hold on anymore and immediately hugged Mom's shoulder and knelt beside her. "I'm sorry, it's my fault, Mom, not your fault." I had never felt so regretful for doing something. Tears gushed out of my eyes, and I felt my heart shattered into pieces. Ms. Foster seemed startled too, pressing her voice: "I didn't mean that..." "I'm sorry Ms. Foster." I cried too, "I won't hit anyone again." Amidst the noise, Liam suddenly shouted excitedly: "Dad, you're finally here." Ms. Foster was startled, quickly pushed us away, bent down and quickly fixed her lipstick in the small mirror on the desk. I heard a cold voice first: "Liam Black, tell me yourself, what trouble did you cause again?" The office door was pushed open, footsteps approached from far to near, and the man's voice seemed to carry some fatigue and boredom: "Confess voluntarily, don't make me do it." I felt Mom's figure seemed to stiffen a bit. She turned her head to look and immediately lowered her head, as if seeing something unbelievable. For a moment, I felt as if she wanted to hide under the desk chair. "Mr. Black." Ms. Foster stood up with a smile, "You misunderstood, today Liam is the one being bullied, don't criticize him." The man stopped casually behind us: "Bullied by whom?" "Her." Ms. Foster pointed at me and sighed, "This girl has some mental problems." I didn't dare to refute, so I could only turn around, lying on the ground and saying: "I'm sorry." The man squatted down. He looked at the bruise on Liam's face, his tone flat: "Got beaten? Does it hurt?" Liam quickly gave a pitiful "Hmm". The man frowned, but said mercilessly: "Useless." After criticizing Liam, his sharp eyes swept over me: "A girl, liking to fight at such a young age, didn't your parents teach you manners?" Glared at by his gloomy eyes, I was almost scared to cry again, so I bit my lip tightly. "She indeed has no upbringing at home." Ms. Foster said quickly, "I just taught her a lesson, her mom knelt down to apologize, sigh... Mr. Black, how do you think we should handle this?" "Handle this?" Mr. Black repeated slowly, anyone could hear the coldness in his tone. Hearing this, I immediately straightened up and grabbed the hem of his suit in panic: "Uncle, I didn't mean to, I swear, I won't provoke him again." Mr. Black looked down at me and suddenly frowned. He pinched my chin with one hand, his eyes even revealing some confusion and puzzlement: "Why do you... look so much like..." He didn't finish the rest, silenced for a while, just shook his head: "Ms. Foster, forget it." Liam screamed: "How can we forget it?" "Then what do you want?" Mr. Black's tone was impatient. "I want Lily Evans to apologize to me in front of the whole class tomorrow." Liam's mouth chattered, "She mocked me for not having a mom last time." Mr. Black's face turned black as a pot bottom, and my mom's face turned completely white. She secretly looked at Liam, her eyes mixed with pain and division. She seemed to want to say something, but bit her lip, lowered her head even more, and her body trembled a little. I was worried and quickly clenched Mom's hand. "Enough, you little brat." Mr. Black raised his hand and grabbed Liam's collar, "I think you really need a beating." "It's shameful enough to lose to a little girl, do you want the whole class to laugh at you?" Ms. Foster didn't seem to expect the matter to end like this. She pursed her lips and said: "Since Mr. Black won't pursue it, Lily Evans's mom, then you apologize to Mr. Black." Mom didn't say a word, but trembled even more. Ms. Foster waited impatiently: "Lily Evans's mom? Is being mute hereditary in your family?" Mr. Black seemed to finally notice a woman kneeling on the ground. He turned his head casually, and froze at a glance. He let go of Liam's collar and stood up straight instantly. "I'm sorry." Mom finally whispered, her head still buried low. The man's lips parted, seeming to use great strength to shout a name: "Sarah... is that you?" I don't know how he knew my mom's name. "You mistook me for someone else." Mom immediately turned her face away, but her left hand in a cast clenched painfully into a fist, as if enduring something. "It is you." Mr. Black stared at Mom, the expression on his face unknown whether crying or laughing, hating or happy, the whole face twisted terrifyingly. "Sarah——" He seemed to chew the name apart, his eyes stared at Mom: "When did you come back?" Mom turned her head away, not meeting his eyes. Even Ms. Foster saw something was wrong, her face changed instantly: "Does Mr. Black know her?" "More than know." He seemed to be furious, unable to endure anymore, pulling Mom up from the ground with one hand. "Eight years no see, you look like this poor and ridiculous appearance?" "Sarah, I used to treat you like a princess, afraid you'd melt in my mouth, and you damn well kneel here for someone today?" "Whose face are you throwing away?" "Get up!" After being pulled up, Mom quickly held my hand, seeming to want to take me away quickly. But Mr. Black still tightly held Mom's thin wrist. Under everyone's gaze, this tall and mighty man's eyes actually turned red: "Sarah, haven't seen you for so many years, you won't even look up at me?" He seemed to realize something and suddenly looked at me: "How old are you?" I inexplicably met a pair of incredulous eyes, the owner of the eyes asked angrily: "Sarah, is she our—" "Lily is seven years old this year," Mom interrupted him, "She is the daughter of me and my husband. Adrian Black, she has nothing to do with you." She paused, her voice seeming to suppress great pain as she continued: "You also have no standing to question me now, whether I am a beggar or whatever." I looked nervously between them. Actually, I am eight years old this year. I don't know why Mom lied about my age. But I think Mom must have her reasons. Mr. Black listened to her words, only asking desolately: "You... got married?"
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