chapter 8

If it weren't for Su Qiang desperately restraining her, Jiang Wanyue would have beaten Su Haohao to death.

"Go over there and stand for two hours. No dinner tonight!" Jiang Wanyue sternly ordered, glaring at Su Haohao. She then turned her fierce gaze toward Su Qiang, who seemed to want to intercede, "Don't plead for her. Otherwise, you'll kneel down together with her."

"..." Su Qiang was in tears. Daughter, Dad is sorry.

"Understood..." Seeing that begging from her dad was hopeless, Su Haohao had no choice but to walk over and stand silently.

She didn't know that cacti shouldn't be overwatered. If she had known, she wouldn't have interfered.

Ha Ha, although usually a bit foolish, was very loyal. With short legs, it ran over to stand beside Su Haohao.

Su Haohao was deeply moved and determined to add a chicken leg to its every meal in the future.

After the punishment was over, Su Haohao, enduring the pain in her legs, took the initiative to go to Grandpa Mei's house to apologize and voluntarily offered to take care of watering all the flowers at his home.

Grandpa Mei was frightened and quickly pushed her out, "No, no, good child, don't come again. Not coming is the biggest apology to Grandpa Mei."

Su Haohao returned with some disappointment, holding the dog.

"Young Master, what are you looking at?"

Drue walked over, seeing Su Haohao downstairs hugging a husky and walking.

Her long black hair, wearing a white nightgown, the orange sunset, making her slightly wilted figure seem longer.

Really a troublemaker.

Night thought.

Afterwards, Jiang Wanyue came to a conclusion: this troublemaker couldn't stay at home for a day, so she enrolled her in a ballet class at the Youth Palace, intending to cultivate her refined and artistic qualities and correct her tendency to cause trouble.

Su Haohao couldn't argue with her father's strong arms. Reluctantly, she was carried away to class.

On the first day.

Su Haohao initially thought that ballet was just simple dancing, but the reality was... she had underestimated it.

"Ah ah ah ah ah... it hurts, it hurts, help me ah ah ah ah—"

Su Haohao felt like she was being torn apart, her slender legs were being pressed against the wall, one hand on her back, the other using force to push her legs against the wall. She cried out in agony.

The ballet class students were already used to it, but they stopped their movements in surprise, looking at the petite girl in the corner.

"Children have flexible bones. It's not that painful. Stick to the wall for ten minutes."

The ballet teacher, a middle-aged woman with decades of experience, was calm in the face of Su Haohao's miserable cries. She supported her back with one hand and forcefully pushed her legs against the wall with the other.

"It hurts, it hurts... Teacher, stop pushing... It really hurts, sob..."

Tears filled Su Haohao's eyes, her small nose turned red. She cried and begged for mercy.

The screams were so intense that they attracted the attention of several classes next door.

After enduring this torment in just one day of ballet class, Su Haohao was considerably weakened.

On Monday, Su Haohao buried her head on the desk after class, not moving a muscle, even refusing to go play with her friends.

Her legs hurt so much that she couldn't walk.

Night stared at her for a while, then turned silently.

At noon.

When Su Haohao sat up straight during lunch, Yeyo immediately hugged his lunchbox, but to his surprise, Su Haohao just lazily turned over and went back to sleep.

"..."

Yeyo's clear eyes were somewhat puzzled.