My Wife Is A Miracle Doctor In The 80s

Chapter 845

Chapter 845: Chapter 829: Why Are You Hitting My Grandson?

Chapter 845: Chapter 829: Why Are You Hitting My Grandson?

The second child didn’t say anything; out of sight, out of mind.

But the eldest, he was just the type who loves to fight, and with Innate Divine Strength, no less.

“Stay put,” she said sternly, her eyes narrowing to slits.

Gu Dabai obediently lay on the bed, like a small frog, turning his little face to one side and showing his tender little bottom.

It was evidently an invitation for a spanking.

...

Tang Yuxin, holding a book, gave his tender bottom two light slaps.

Gu Dabai pitifully pursed his lips, his teary eyes appeared like those of a goldfish on the verge of spilling tears, but not quite.

Just as Tang Yuxin was about to swat him a few more times, the door was suddenly flung open with a bang, and a gust of wind blew in, bringing a sense of dusty turmoil.

Done for, Tang Yuxin lightly tapped her forehand with the book.

The mountain had returned.

“Why are you hitting my grandson?”

Tang Zhinian charged in furiously and scooped up his little grandson, clearly cherishing him to no end.

“He’s just a little boy, how can you hit him?

When you were young, I never hit you, so why do you think you can hit my grandson?”

He lashed out at his daughter, his spit flying everywhere.

If it were Tang Xincheng instead of his daughter, he might have already kicked him out.

In Tang Zhinian’s heart, no one could compare to his grandson now.

Gu Dabai, held by his grandfather, looked at everyone with wet, pitiful eyes.

Tang Yuxin wasn’t swayed by this act, but the grandfather was—seeing his grandson’s pitiable look, he glared fiercely at his daughter again.

“Tell me, why did you hit him?” Tang Zhinian bellowed, clearly implying that there’d be no end to this if she didn’t explain clearly.

How could such a well-behaved kid deserve punishment?

Is there no justice in the world?

Could it be that kids who are too well-behaved are unloved too?

If his own mother doesn’t like him, that’s fine; his Gu Dabai still has a grandfather.

The grandfather has plenty of money; he can afford to hire a hundred nannies to keep his grandson company.

Or he might as well find his grandson a few more mothers.

And now, what was happening with Gu Dabai?

Missing Qiuqiu?

Qiuqiu?

Ballball...

Oh, it suddenly dawned on him—it was Uncle he was missing.

Gu Dabai’s Qiuqiu, wasn’t that his son?

“Grandpa, Qiuqiu...”

Gu Dabai tugged at Tang Zhinian’s sleeve again, “Dabai wants Qiuqiu.”

Gu Dabai just adored his uncle, helplessly so.

In nearly three years of memories, apart from grandpa, it was always uncle—who despite not being a giant—played with him, acted as his trusty steed, and therefore became his favorite.

Besides, his uncle would tell him stories every day, follow him everywhere he went.

Ever since Gu Dabai was born until now, even during his last bout of viral flu when he was hospitalized, his uncle was there every day.

But somewhat suddenly, his uncle had vanished for two whole days, leaving Dabai unaccustomed to his absence.

The first day, he hadn’t realized it; his mother convinced him that uncle had exams.

The little guy understood and managed to amuse himself, but began to feel down and uninterested in interacting with others, just watching cartoons and reading comic books, quietly passing the day.

On the second day, he was still holding on, but his little mouth began to pout higher, and his temper grew shorter.

Even during a phone call with his younger brother Xiaobai, he mentioned missing uncle.

No one knew what the pair of rascals could find to talk about for nearly an hour, preventing others from using the phone, making them wonder if there was something wrong with it.

But nothing was wrong, nor was it broken—it was just two little guys boiling a pot of telephone porridge.

Day one, day two, both had been relatively calm, but by the third day, he started to make trouble, no longer on the roof but under it.

Crying, throwing tantrums, refusing to eat.

In short, acting up, not listening to anyone, insisting on having his uncle if he demanded it.

These two kids were Tang Yuxin’s own flesh and blood, inheriting her stubborn streak that could drive anyone to their wit’s end.

So there was Tang Yuxin, a hair’s breadth from being infuriated to death.

If she hadn’t been truly provoked, she wouldn’t even think of striking her son; and not just because of his adorable little face, but also out of consideration for her father Tang Zhinian’s blood pressure.

There’s a saying, when patience is pushed to its limits, there’s no need to hold back any longer.

Gu Dabai leaned pitifully against his grandpa’s shoulder.

Seeing his grandson look so woebegone, Tang Zhinian nearly exploded, maternal affection notwithstanding.