stonecrandall Chapter 97 What's it to you?
Chapter 97 What's it to you?
Chapter 97 What's it to you?
"Ugh...what...what?"
Qian Renxue was crying her heart out when she was taken aback by this sudden question. She stared at him blankly, tears still streaming down her face.
"I'm asking you, when you eat, are you picky about food?" Nan Feng patiently repeated.
Qian Renxue sniffed and subconsciously replied, "—a little. I don't eat carrots or green peppers."
"it is good."
Nan Feng nodded, squatted down, and met her gaze. "So, what about the food on the table?"
"If it's something you like, like sweet and sour pork ribs or dessert, you'll eat it on your own, right?"
Qian Renxue nodded.
"But----"
Nan Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, staring into her eyes: "If that's something you hate the most, like carrots you don't eat, or green peppers that make you want to vomit just by smelling them."
"You clearly hated it so much, but in the end, you still forced yourself to swallow it."
Why?
Qian Renxue paused for a moment, but didn't think much of it, and continued, "Because—because Daddy said we can't be picky eaters, and if we don't eat, we'll have to—"
Xia stopped mid-sentence.
Qian Renxue's voice suddenly caught in her throat.
Her pupils contracted sharply, and she froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.
Things I don't like —
Forced to swallow —
Because Dad said—no.
If you don't eat—then…
boom-!!
It was as if a tightly shut door had been violently kicked open in that instant. The fragmented clues, the words Grandpa dared not speak, the terrified eyes of the worshippers, and Bibi Dong's hate-filled gaze—
At this moment, everything was connected.
Her mother didn't like her.
Her mother even hated her.
If you didn't like her, why did you give birth to her?
It's like—if you don't like eating green peppers, why swallow them?
Because—it was her "father" who forced her to "eat" it.
Qian Renxue's body began to tremble violently, her face instantly turning deathly pale, devoid of any color. She covered her mouth in terror, her stomach churning, an unprecedented feeling of nausea shooting straight to the top of her head.
Nan Feng dusted off his knees and was about to turn away, letting the little girl who had already encountered the cruel truth process her own disgust and despair.
However, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Qian Renxue's condition was very strange.
Her eyes were glazed over, her whole body was trembling violently, and her breathing was so rapid that she seemed to be suffocating. She seemed to be trapped in an endless black hole, on the verge of complete collapse.
"Tsk."
Nan Feng frowned somewhat impatiently.
next second.
Without warning, he crouched down, raised his right hand, bent his middle finger, and gathered a trace of icy, bone-chilling soul power—
"collapse!!"
A sharp, almost excessively loud sound rang out in the Imperial Garden.
"what!"
Qian Renxue cried out in pain as the powerful flick on the head sent her sprawling backward, landing hard on her bottom.
That icy soul power was like a bucket of ice water, instantly dousing her skull and extinguishing her already turbulent emotions.
My brain, which was on the verge of exploding, suddenly shut down, going completely blank.
Qian Renxue sat on the ground, covering her swollen forehead, looking at Nan Feng with a bewildered expression.
She forgot to cry, and she forgot the suffocating truth from just now; all that remained in her mind were a head full of questions.
Who am I? Where am I? Why did the teacher hit me?
"Stand up."
Nan Feng gave a light shout, his face expressionless.
Qian Renxue scrambled to her feet as if by reflex, her movements even more precise than when she was being trained in the Hall of Offerings. She covered her forehead and stood ramrod straight, dazed.
"I'm asking you."
Nan Feng shook his slightly numb fingers and asked coldly, "Why would I hit you?"
Qian Renxue blinked, tears still welling in her eyes, and shook her head in confusion: "I—I don't know—"
"So what did you do wrong?" Nan Feng continued to press.
Qian Renxue was even more confused. She subconsciously wondered if she had said something wrong or cried too badly, but after thinking for a long time, she still couldn't figure it out: "I—I don't know—I shouldn't have done anything wrong, right—"
"right."
Nan Feng nodded and said matter-of-factly, "You did nothing wrong."
I hit you simply because I wanted to.
"Because I didn't like you, because I wanted to hit you, so I hit you."
Qian Renxue stared at him, mouth agape, in disbelief.
What kind of robber logic is this?!
"What? You think I'm being unreasonable?"
Nan Feng chuckled, took a step forward, and stared intently at her with his heterochromatic eyes: "Same principle."
"I already told you, that matter has nothing to do with you."
"What Qian Xunji did is his business, it's none of your concern. Bibi Dong's hatred towards him because of this is her own issue, and that's none of your concern either."
Even if they are your parents, your blood relatives, they are still other people in terms of personality.
""
"What business is it of yours what other people's affairs are?"
Nan Feng reached out and poked Qian Renxue's forehead hard, making her stumble backward: "When Qian Xunji did something bad, did he ask for your opinion? No."
"When Bibi Dong decided to hate you, did she ask how you felt? No."
"Since this was never something you could control from beginning to end, nor was it caused by you."
"As long as you didn't do those disgusting things, as long as you didn't do anything wrong."
"What others do is none of your business!"
Even if those are your parents' problems, they're still their own messy affairs!
"What are you crying about here for?"
Nan Feng crossed his arms, looking at her with a face full of disappointment: "Punishing yourself for someone else's mistakes? Making yourself look like a half-dead, abandoned woman because of facts you can't change?"
"Qian Renxue, can't you be a little more dignified?"
These words were vulgar, blunt, and even carried a hint of unreasonable arrogance.
But it was like a sharp scalpel, precisely cutting through the messy entanglements and self-loathing in Qian Renxue's heart.
Qian Renxue stared blankly at Nan Feng.
Her forehead still throbbed, but the suffocating feeling that had been crushing her had miraculously dissipated by more than half.
yes----
I did nothing wrong.
I didn't do it either.
That's none of my business!
Although this logic sounded absurd, for some reason, after hearing it, she suddenly felt—
So cool.
Seeing Qian Renxue's bewildered expression, as if she had suddenly unlocked her full potential, Nan Feng couldn't help but roll his eyes and complain with a look of disgust: "I'm really speechless. You guys with the surname Qian, you really have something wrong with your brains."
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"They have absolutely no self-awareness."
Nan Feng pointed in the direction of the offering hall, then pointed at Qian Renxue in front of him, his tone full of disdain: "Clearly, you are not a perfect good thing. You are a human being with emotions and desires, and you have a dark side."
But what about you? You absolutely refuse to accept even the slightest blemish on yourselves, insisting that you should be perfect, flawless, and inviolable.
"Chihiro is like that, Chidoru is like that, and so are you."
"Once you discover that reality is not as perfect as you imagined, once you find that you have something dirty on you, your first reaction is not to face it or to solve it, but to escape, to cover it up, or even like you just did, to feel that you are dirty and don't want to live anymore."
Nan Feng sneered, leaning down to stare at Qian Renxue's still somewhat red and swollen eyes: "You can't even face yourself, you can't even accept your true self, so what makes you think you can command respect from others? This isn't arrogance, this is cowardice!"
"Outwardly strong but inwardly weak, living in false honor, living in the eyes of others, living under the so-called halo of an angel."
"Once the halo is shattered, once others stop praising you, you feel like you've collapsed."
"Is that all the self-centeredness you have?"
Nan Feng reached out and roughly ruffled Qian Renxue's smooth golden hair, turning her originally neat hairstyle into a bird's nest: "In the end, whether it's the hundred-year-old Qian Daoliu or you who are nine years old, psychologically you're just a bunch of immature little brats, a bunch of cowards."
"Listen up, Qian Renxue."
Nan Feng withdrew his hand, straightened his body, and said in a calm and clear voice, "In this world, some things are predetermined and cannot be changed."
"For example, your bastard father is dead, and your extreme mother just doesn't love you."
"This is a fact, an ironclad rule."
"Don't dwell on things you can't change, and don't dwell on things that have already happened."
"Repeatedly thinking about why this happened," and repeatedly asking "Why me?", is nothing but self-torture, making you more miserable and weaker.
Instead of crying and asking why, you should think about how you're going to live.