Chapter 8: Lesson (Part 1)

Zhang Yansheng was finally a little satisfied. But with a glance, she saw that Zhang Heling was still holding the game console with the broken screen in her hand.

“If it’s broken, why don’t you throw it away?” Zhang Yansheng picked it up and flicked her arm.

Zhang Heling was too late to stop her, the game console had already drawn an arc and landed steadily in the trash can.

Zhang Heling stretched out her hand, crying without tears: “Ah, that’s… my…”

Zhang Yan said impatiently: “Just buy a new one.”

Zhang Heling flattened her mouth and said, “My mother won’t buy it for me. This was bought together with Shuoshuo’s.”

A game console costs only a few thousand yuan. Zhang Yansheng asked smoothly: “Why wouldn’t she buy it for you?”

Zhang Heling lowered her head: “She won’t buy it for me…”

Zhang Yansheng was stunned and suddenly remembered.

Although she didn’t really care about Zhang Heling. After living together in this family for many years, she could see and hear a lot. Zhang Heling was still a child, Zhang Yansheng didn’t know whether she understood it or not, but the reborn adult Zhang Yansheng understood it very well.

This woman, Liang Yingying, dislikes her daughter so much.

This dislike is reflected in her differential treatment to her two children. It’s actually quite obvious.

Just like this broken game console, it only costs a few thousand dollars, but even Zhang Heling knew that Liang Yingying would not buy her a new one.

Zhang Yansheng tried to figure out Liang Yingying’s mentality, but it was not incomprehensible. Zhang Heling was four years old when she entered the family. This woman, who wanted to marry into a wealthy family and be a noble lady, couldn’t get in after giving birth to Zhang Heling for four years. In the end, she relied on Zhang Shuocheng to get in. It is not difficult to understand that she dislikes Zhang Heling for being a girl.

Zhang Yansheng paused and said: “Then you can buy it yourself.”

Zhang Heling said faintly, “I have no money…”

Zhang Yansheng asked in surprise, “Where is your pocket money?”

Zhang Heling said: “I don’t have pocket money. I… have asked my mother but she said that there is no need to give pocket money to children, and there is no shortage of food and clothing.”

In fact, Liang Yingying was telling the truth. Zhang Heling lives in this home, so she doesn’t need to worry about eating and drinking, and she has a driver to pick her up and drop her off at school. She really doesn’t have anything special to spend money on.

But Zhang Yansheng has had pocket money since the third grade of elementary school.

At that time, her mother’s health was getting weaker and weaker, and she began to let Zhang Yansheng manage her pocket money by herself. She touched her head and said, “If your mother is gone in the future, you have to learn how to spend money and manage money by yourself.”

It’s a pity that she failed her mother’s expectations. Later, she was obsessed with money. She only knew how to spend it, and didn’t really care about money at all.

Every time she came back to find Zhang Huan, she would always ask for money.

Zhang Huan also felt guilty for her, so he will just give her money if she asked for it. This had brought him peace of mind.

Zhang Yansheng paused, got up and walked to the desk to sit down. She opened the shopping website and directly bought Zhang Heling a newest model of the game console.

With a flick of the mouse, she said with a cold face: “Okay, I bought it for you, so just wait for the express delivery.”

Zhang Heling was flattered that Zhang Yansheng suddenly treated her like this compared to the game console itself.

“Sister…” She doesn’t know how to talk anymore, “You, you…”

Zhang Yansheng was afraid that she would say something of gratitude that would give people goosebumps, so she said unceremoniously: “I’m studying, so you should go now!”

She stood up and pulled Zhang Heling up, pushed her outside, and closed the door.

As for the little girl, was she moved or surprised? Does she still think her elder sister is moody? Just let her be.

Zhang Yansheng doesn’t care.

In her previous life, she cared too much about these people and delayed herself. Thinking about it now, it’s not necessary, it’s really not necessary. People still have to live for themselves.

Zhang Shuocheng went to snatch Zhang Heling’s game console, because Zhang Huan lost his temper last night and confiscated his large and small consoles and handheld computer. His computer has a password now and he was not allowed to play.

Strictly speaking, what Zhang Shuocheng did at the birthday banquet last night was essentially no different from what he had done before. Zhang Huan used to say a few words to him and the matter would end there.

But the incident last night affected Zhang Huan personally, so he was angry and wanted to teach Zhang Shuocheng a lesson.

Zhang Huan’s education method only made Zhang Yansheng sneer.

She didn’t see Liang Yingying during the meal. Her stepmother, since she entered Zhang’s house and became a wealthy wife, her life has been a fairy life every day.

With the servants at home, she doesn’t have to worry about the children eating and drinking, and going to school. She would get beauty sleep at night until she wakes up naturally in the morning. When she wakes up, she goes shopping or meets with her girlfriends to play mahjong. Her life is very comfortable and happy.

Zhang Huan also went to the company, so there were only three children from the Zhang family having lunch.

At the rectangular dining table, when Zhang Huan was not there, Zhang Yansheng took the main seat honestly and unceremoniously.

Zhang Shuocheng is a very picky eater, only picking up what he likes to eat. The aunt next to him told him to eat vegetables, but he wouldn’t listen.

Zhang Yansheng doesn’t care about him. He has a mother who was born as a model. At the age of 13, he was already taller than her.

And even Zhang Heling, with thin arms and legs.

Seeing that her chopsticks wanted to pass over the vegetables and only clip the ones she liked to eat, Zhang Yansheng raised her eyebrows and glanced at her.

Zhang Heling hesitated for a moment, and under her sister’s somewhat powerful eyes, she obediently sandwiched a chopstick of vegetables.

Zhang Yansheng retracted her gaze and continued to eat.