Chapter: Chapter 296
Chapter 296: Sir, What Did I Do Wrong?
Luo Hao was furious.
He couldn’t understand how the formerly timid bastard dared to lay hands on him now.
Luo Hao’s eyes seemed to spew fire as he stared intently at Luo Cong’an, his head reeling from the two unexpected slaps.
“Good, good, good, Luo Cong’an, just you wait!”
He turned and strode out, bumping into Chen An, who had just arrived.
Luo Hao’s eyes lit up, and he shouted, “Mister Chen, that jinx, no, that white-haired bastard hit me!”
He trotted over to Chen An, complaining with a wronged expression, “Sir, you must be my advocate. Do you know how much damage those two slaps caused me?!”
But Chen An’s footsteps did not stop.
He walked directly past Luo Hao and quickly approached the girl.
Luo Hao, who was behind him, was dumbfounded. He wasn’t a fool and quickly realized that Chen An was most likely going to cover for that jinx.
So, he gritted his teeth and ran towards home.
He was going to find his father and complain, to have his father teach this bastard a lesson.
He wanted to let this jinx know that a bastard was always a bastard, and she shouldn’t think that by clinging to a teacher, she could turn things around and become the master.
Yes, and Chen An too.
Luo Hao’s face darkened. He thought, “I call you ‘Sir’ every day, and you really think you’re someone important, don’t you?”
“You’re just a rotten teacher!”
“When my father gets here, I’ll deal with you, you rotten teacher, along with him!”
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The incident between Luo Cong’an and Luo Hao quickly escalated.
The girl’s tragic childhood experiences also surfaced one by one.
Chen An, uncharacteristically, felt a surge of anger.
He now understood the origin of Luo Cong’an’s deeply ingrained subservience he’d witnessed when they first met.
Yet, Luo Cong’an had never told him about these things, nor had she ever shed a single tear in front of him.
“Are you alright?”
Chen An asked softly, looking at the girl trembling with her head bowed before him.
Luo Cong’an heard the familiar voice. She lifted her head, her eyes welling up with tears, and then she threw herself into her teacher’s arms.
She mumbled softly, “I’m sorry, Sir, I think I’ve caused trouble again…”
Chen An smiled and gently stroked the girl’s hair. His tone was devoid of blame, and he slowly said, “Then do you know you were wrong now?”
Luo Cong’an pursed her lips, Burying her face in her teacher’s chest.
Although she wanted to say that the annoying Luo Hao had provoked her with his taunts, she held back in the end.
“I was wrong, I was wrong, Cong’an knows she was wrong.”
“What did you do wrong?”
Chen An continued to ask.
At this moment, Luo Cong’an felt utterly wronged.
“I, I shouldn’t have hit him…”
Then, she heard her teacher’s gentle voice.
“You were indeed wrong, but not for hitting him.”
The girl suddenly looked up, her eyes fixed on Chen An, her expression filled with confusion.
“Then, then what was wrong?”
Chen An chuckled and corrected her, “You were wrong to say sorry to me.”
“I clearly emphasized to you long ago that in front of me, no matter what you do, you never need to say sorry.”
His straightforward words were like an arrow, precisely striking the girl’s sensitive and fragile heart.
Luo Cong’an could no longer hold back her tears, which flowed like a broken dam, soaking Chen An’s clothes.
“Sir… *sob*, I didn’t want to hit him, he kept saying I wanted to harm you…”
“I’m not some ill omen, I would never harm you…”
Luo Cong’an’s voice was intermittent, punctuated by sobs.
The girl’s emotions fluctuated intensely. Chen An comforted her while gesturing to the other students who were still watching from the side, “Alright, you can all disperse.”
He waved his hand, starting to usher them away.
“Today’s class ends here. You get half a day off, go home quickly.”
Upon hearing about the half-day holiday, the students immediately cheered. They jumped a couple of times, ready to go home.
A few curious ones wanted to stay and watch the drama unfold, but Chen An mercilessly drove them away.
Soon, the classroom quieted down, leaving only the girl’s soft sounds.
After a long while, Luo Cong’an finally looked up again. She shyly poked her teacher’s chest.
“Yes…”
She was about to speak when she met Chen An’s gaze and quickly changed her words, “Sir, I’ve delayed your class.”
Chen An didn’t mind. He casually sat on a stool and said with a smile, “It’s normal to have occasional days off.”
Luo Cong’an walked to her teacher’s side and sat next to him.
Now that she had calmed down, she felt a shiver of fear.
“Sir, I hit Luo Hao, will there be any trouble?”
“Like what?”
Luo Cong’an placed a finger beside her mouth, thought for a moment, and said with worry, “What if he goes home and tells my uncle to take revenge?”
Chen An glanced at her, somewhat surprised. “You still call him uncle?”
Hearing this, the girl’s expression became depressed. She mumbled, “Although Uncle is not good to me, if it weren’t for him back then, I might have died long ago. Then I wouldn’t have met you…”
She started to doubt herself again. “Also, maybe Uncle is a bit afraid of me…”
The girl cupped a small handful of her white hair. “After all, I don’t look like a good person.”
Chen An sighed inwardly but smiled outwardly.
“Do you remember what I said when we first met?”
Luo Cong’an looked at him, thinking, “How could I possibly forget?”
The winter night she met her teacher was a memory that made her smile in her dreams countless times.
She suddenly thought of something, and the tips of her fair ears quietly turned a shade of red.
Chen An beside her urged, “You don’t remember?”
Luo Cong’an turned her head and snorted, “Of course, I remember. Even if I forgot everything else, I would never forget you, Sir.”
“Then tell me.”
Luo Cong’an hesitated, stammered, and under her teacher’s gaze, whispered it out.
“That, that’s truly wonderful…”
Warm sunlight streamed through the window, falling onto the girl’s face.
A blush.
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The next day, just as Luo Cong’an had predicted, Luo Hao, along with his father Luo Hua, arrived early at Chen An’s courtyard.
But it wasn’t the scene of an accusation that Luo Cong’an had imagined.
In the early morning sunlight, Luo Hao was shirtless, with a large bundle of thorny vines tied to his back.
He knelt at the doorway of the small courtyard, his face contorted in pain, evidently in great discomfort but enduring without a cry.
Beside him was Luo Hua, who was similarly attired.
Luo Hua was much taller and also knelt on both knees. Compared to his son, the man’s expression showed even more fear.
The door was opened by Luo Cong’an.
When she opened the door, she saw this scene.
Luo Cong’an’s expression was complicated. She only wanted to live peacefully with her teacher now and did not want to dwell on the past.
But her magnanimity was met with the man’s terror.
Luo Hua knelt at her feet and hurriedly said, “Cong’an, Cong’an, slap me a couple of times too. It was all my fault before, Uncle has come to beg for your forgiveness…”
The man spoke many words, all of them begging for her forgiveness.
But Luo Cong’an turned a deaf ear.
She simply stared blankly.
So, the cold and arrogant head of the Luo family from her memory also had a side where he knelt and begged for mercy.
(End of this chapter)
