Hi There, Uncle! Chapter 6

Samson stood there like a quail, just like a small tree in winter, shivering without support in the cold wind, looking completely pitiful.

But in the face of Stella's gentle words, he did not say a word or move.

The scene suddenly became awkward. Stella felt as if all the gazes were like knives, stabbing her and leaving her covered in blood and bruises. At this moment, the rage in her heart was no less than Samson's a few days ago. In fact, it was even worse because of the intensified environment.

If there were no such people, Stella could yell at Samson, or even fight him, because she didn't think she should be much more sensible than Samson. Yes, she is a stepmother, but she is only two years older than Samson, why should she give in to him!

But now she couldn't do it anymore. She was holding it in. She felt that she would have to go get a checkup for breast hyperplasia. She was about to explode with anger, but she still had to say to Samson in a good manner, "Samson, go upstairs, take a hot bath, and change your clothes. Your classmates are here. We are ready in the small hall. You can play together."

If Samson wanted to settle the matter peacefully, he couldn't have thought of this trick after two days. This was the first time he realized that it was no longer possible to be tough with his father. It was useless for him to curse, fight, be ignorant, or get hurt. As soon as the little monkey was born, his father's heart was no longer with him. He had never been alone in the ward since he was a child. Obviously, there was Stella on the monkey's side, but his father still said "Dad loves you" and left his ward and went to the other party.

If love means being able to hurt you in order to warm others, he thinks, then it must be fake.

Of course, when it comes to his father, he can't bear to say it so absolutely. He feels that his father's heart is biased, and he has to win it back. So although he wants to retaliate, he can't roll up his sleeves and quarrel with Stella, and can't make his father angry. He has to be innocent, so he thought about it for two days and came up with this method.

Now it seems that it is quite effective. His father looked at him with a distressed look on his face. And most importantly, Stella's face was almost deformed by anger. Did she have plastic surgery? Samson thought a little maliciously.

Samson followed his plan and further fueled the fire. He said pitifully, "Where are we going? My room has been smashed."

In one sentence, Stella wanted to slap herself on the spot. She had forgotten about this matter. Samson's room was still under renovation and it was impossible for people to live in it. She was just talking about something else.

She stuttered, but what the police said just now was confirmed. Now, facing those people around her who seemed indifferent and reserved but actually cared more than anyone else, and whom she couldn't afford to offend, Stella was at a loss. This was because her life was too short. She might have developed the skill of falling in love because she was beautiful since she was a child, but without the influence of the environment, she really didn't have any brains to deal with this kind of crisis.

Fortunately, there was David. David would not let her make another mistake even for the sake of his own face. After the police left, he immediately went over to check Samson from head to toe. He was completely relieved when he found out that she was fine. Then, facing his dumbfounded little wife, he decisively ordered, "You greet the guests, I'll take Samson to take a shower and change clothes." By the way, he said to his friends around him embarrassedly, "My family is too busy, and I didn't take care of the children. You guys play first, I'll accompany this kid." As he said that, he patted Samson's shoulders with his big hands. Everyone could see that he loved this child.

He was popular, and he took the responsibility of the matter. Everyone was just a showman, so naturally they didn't say anything. Soon, the music started, and they gathered together again, returning to their original state. Of course, they couldn't control what they talked about this time.

David took Samson directly to the second floor. His room was gone, so he could only go to the small room next to it. Before the divorce, this was Samson's room.

After entering the house, Samson acted as if he was free to hit or scold you, just like in the hospital. Although David was embarrassed, he felt more distressed. He sighed, touched his bandaged head, and asked him, "Did you really drive on the highway? Walked thirty miles?"

When Samson heard about this, he didn't lie. Of course he went. In his opinion, should he act like a real person? He nodded, "Yes, I went west to go around the city. I didn't walk thirty kilometers. I was caught by the police after walking six or seven kilometers."

David felt bad, staring at his clothes covered in dirt, and said to him, "Dad has disappointed you, and you must feel bad. Why didn't you tell me? The highway is so dangerous. Even if you want to warn Dad, you can't joke about it. You can just wander around any street in the east or west city. If something happens to you, what will Dad do?"

When he said that, he must have been moved. His face was wrinkled with pain, and his eyes were red. He looked very anxious. And most importantly, although Samson deliberately avoided it and asked the police to scold Stella, to be honest, Stella's shame is also his father's shame, right? But his father is such a face-saving person, but he didn't say a word to him. There was only pain in his eyes.

Samson's originally rebellious and restless heart suddenly felt calmed.

Samson is a child after all, and although this matter is full of calculation, it is also for his father. He just wants to pull his father's emotional balance back to his side. Now that his father has confessed to him, the questions he prepared have become a formality.

He whispered back, "You guys always say you're busy, but who isn't busy? We high school seniors study hard every day and can even find time to call our girlfriends during lunch. Your busyness is just an excuse. The company is important, Jiang Yan is super important, Stella is also important, but I'm not important. So I'm ranked last, and when my time is used up by others, there's no time for me!"

David felt sad when he heard this, but he had to admit that Samson had indeed postponed it. He didn't know when it started, but a year ago, this child was above the company and above everything else, but now, Jiang Yanchao took up most of his time, and the company couldn't just ignore it, so it could only squeeze its investment in this child.

This change was not intentional, but natural, and he himself did not even notice it. This made David feel guilty, and he could not help but apologize, "Dad was wrong, Dad really didn't mean it, Samson, Dad is really too tired, everywhere needs me, but I am alone, Samson, Dad is too tired."

His father said as he hugged him.

"It's not that Dad doesn't love you, it's just that I can't take care of you. You see, we can't just ignore the company, our whole family depends on it. Your brother was in poor health when he was born, and he stayed at home for less than three days, the whole time he was in the hospital. Dad is old, almost 50 years old, it's not that I don't care about you on purpose, I'm just too busy. I'm needed everywhere, but son, Dad is alone. I'm sorry."

Samson was a little touched. He could feel that his father's hard chest when he was a child had become soft, and his once strong arms were now weak, as well as his head. He always thought that his father was very tall, but now he could see the top of his father's head.

Yes, he had grown up, and his father had grown old. There were times when his father was running out of energy and helpless, and he was no longer omnipotent. Samson wondered if he had gone too far.

He stood there at a loss, and finally opened his arms and hugged the man. He said reluctantly but distressedly, "I know the monkey is in poor health. You can feel sorry for him, but don't forget me."

David breathed a sigh of relief and patted Samson on the shoulder, "Okay, Dad promises you."

Outside, Stella's life was not easy. David asked her to stay and greet the guests. Although she felt embarrassed, she had to give it a try. As a result, she forgot that Samson, this naughty kid, had a bunch of naughty friends.

The group of kids didn't go to the small hall to play, but stayed here, following their parents. She didn't know the others, but Zhou Litao and David were good friends and often came to visit, so she knew them. Seeing that Zhou Litao was surrounded by a group of people, she thought about asking Zhou Litao to introduce her to someone.

As soon as I got closer, I heard Andy pulling his father and asking, "Will Samson be beaten? Uncle Jiang looked unhappy. Samson didn't mean it. If his stepmother hadn't been too much, he wouldn't have been so angry. The room was smashed, but it was just an object, but the problem is that his stepmother's mother smashed a hole in his head. Did you see it, Dad? His head was wrapped like a dumpling. His stepmother and step-grandmother didn't even go to his ward to check on him. They were so arrogant, let alone apologize. Who wouldn't be angry if this happened to them?"

Zhou Litao educated him, "Okay, stop talking. What does a kid know?"

Andy was even more ruthless, saying to his father, "If children understand something, adults should understand it even more. Are you not as sensible as children?"

Stella couldn't stand it any longer, but she didn't dare to go over and argue with Andy, so she could only turn around and leave. As a result, she ran into a few groups of people, and the others dispersed as soon as they saw her. She had no choice but to find a corner to stay. As a result, when she changed her place to stand, she ran into Zhang Fangfang.

This girl's father didn't come today, but she was familiar with these people and was pretty. Several rich ladies were teasing her. Of course, the women looked like noble ladies on the surface, but they were always gossipy in their hearts. Several people stayed in the corner just to ask about what happened today.

"Did Samson really get beaten?"

Zhang Fangfang pointed to the vase in his house in the distance and said, "Really, that one. It's been replaced, but it's about the same size. His stepmother's mother raised it and hit him on the head. Andy was at the scene and said that blood was flowing from Samson's head at that time. He staggered and fainted. He had fifteen stitches."

"Oh my god!" A group of women sighed. Then someone asked, "David doesn't care, I saw Stella was beaming with joy. He used to treat Samson as his treasure, remember that year? It was a few years ago," the lady became excited, "Were we not having a picnic? But Samson was bitten by a dog, David's face turned black, he turned against his wife, and took the child to the hospital. This is a huge difference."

Another wife was sighing, "I'd rather follow my beggar mother than my official father. Isn't it obvious that the son was important before, and now the c0ncubine is important. But Stella is really cruel. What kind of person is she?"

Stella's face turned black, but at this moment, Zhang Fangfang actually saw her and called out, "Auntie Guo, are you listening?"

As soon as the clear childish voice came out, several women immediately looked at her. They were probably embarrassed to talk about her behind her back, but no one apologized and they dispersed one by one. Only one person, when passing by her, whispered with disdain, "What a good parent, beating children, eavesdropping, what else can you do?"

Stella knew her. She was Andy's mother and the best friend of Samson's biological mother Yu Jing. She was so angry that she said, "You!"

Andy's mother gave her sincere advice, "I advise you not to argue, no one will stand on your side."

After saying this, she walked away leisurely.

Stella stood there and looked around. There were so many people in this room, more or less gathered together, dressed brightly and beautifully. It was a scene she had longed for for many years. But now, she no longer longed for it. She felt a sense of fear. She felt that those people would turn around and look at her with a mocking face. They would not say a word, but they would kill without shedding blood!

She is a disgrace, she can no longer stand on her own feet, she can't communicate with these people, she is a joke!

She could barely stand and fled the banquet hall in panic.