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âI only said that she had a fight with people outside and dragged you into it! Clearly, Iâm doing this for your sake, and you? Youâre helping Ye Jian1 instead! And you called me disgusting! Iâm doing this for your good, you know, Yang Heng, but in the end, I have to be scolded, so call Ye Jian up here! Call her up here!â
On the first floor, Mrs. Yao, who had just arrived after rushing here, looked up and saw the frail figure of her daughter standing at the edge of the rooftop. Before she had started climbing up the stairs, she roared in an emotional tone, âJing Jing ah, my daughter ah!!â
From the first floor to the rooftop, Mrs. Yao rushed up the stairs with the speed of a 100-meter sprinter; she climbed to the rooftop much faster than Deputy Director Yao.
Without registering anyone but her daughter in her eyes, Mrs. Yaoâs face was drained of all color; she said with a trembling voice: âMy good baby, come down here. Donât scare mummy, donât scare mummy, can you please come down? Donât scare mummy.â
âMa, Iâm having a chat with Yang Heng here. Didnât he say I was disgusting? I just wanted to know what part of me did he find disgusting, what part of me was lacking compared to Ye Jian. Ma, even you started crying, if I really fell down, itâs still going to be Yang Heng and Ye Jianâs fault for forcing me to die. If you want to avenge me, then go find those two.â
Tossing the words forcing her to death left and right, while the teachersâ eyelids were twitching, they were also extremely put-off by Yao Jingâs actions.
Only after Mrs. Yao heard those words did she notice Yang Heng was also present. She threw a tantrum as she leaped towards Yang Heng, and started hammering him with her fists, âYang Heng, you harmed my daughter so much, if anything happens to my daughter, I will never forgive you. I will absolutely not forgive you.â
Instead of persuading her daughter to first climb down, the parent blamed others for harming her daughter; the teachers furrowed their brows after witnessing such a scene.
Two female teachers pulled Mrs. Yao away; they had no choice but to calm this parent down, âRight now, we should first persuade Yao Jing to climb down. Even you have seen it if she keeps standing there much longer, in case she really slipped, I believe we wonât have to tell you whatâll happen, as you can already see it.â
âI donât care; I donât care, if anything happens to my daughter, then itâs his fault! Yang Heng, if you donât apologize to our Jing Jing today, I will never forgive you!â Mrs. Yao roared furiously as she struggled with the teachers. What her daughter wants to get, she, the mother, knew it clearly in her heart!
Whether or not her daughter can come down, Yang Heng was the key!
Deputy Director Yao arrived at the rooftop a few moments later; his eyes fixed on his daughter, who was thinking of throwing her life away. Darkness was flashing before his eyes, âJing Jing, what are you doing! Quickly come down for Dadâs sake!â
âDonât you know how dangerous standing there is? If you drop down, do you want Daddy and Mummy to fall with you! Quickly get down here.â
Mr. Yao was more rational than Mrs. Yao. While he was speaking, he started walking over silently, âBe good, first come down with Daddy, donât do something stupid. If thereâs something thatâs clogging your heart, or if youâve suffered through anything, you can tell Mum and Dad.â
âDad, donât you come here! If you come closer, Iâll jump! Iâll jump down immediately! Iâd rather fall to my death; Iâll fall to my death!â Yao Jing was crying till the tears blurred her vision, âMum, Dad, I donât wanna live anymore, heâs on Ye Jianâs side even until now, and he thinks Iâm the one in the wrong.â
âDad, Mum, I donât wanna live, I donât wanna live! Ye Jian, get out here! Get the hell out here! Forcing me to jump off a building, youâre happy, arenât you! Get out, get the hell out here!â
âYe Jian, right right right, thereâs also that bewitching girl. What are your teachers still blanking out here for? My daughter is calling for Ye Jian to come out! So you all should get her here! Quickly get her here!â When Yao Jing finished, Mrs. Yao immediately continued with a roar. The mother-daughter pair had louder voices than the other, and their expressions, the older one, wore an even crazier look than the younger ones.
Mr. Yao turned his head and glared at his wife; he bellowed: âFirst, get our daughter down here! Youâre not doing a good job persuading her, and now youâre pouring fuel into the fire!â