Domineering CEO Is My Son

He wasn't going to continue hitting the child. The boy's father was just overly emotional.

Mr. Kang's interruption had actually calmed the father down. After the teacher talked to him, the little boy in the red dress didn't have to go on stage.

Mr. Kang turned around, sighed, and took a small school stool to an empty corner. He sat down and watched the lively kindergarten.

What happened was just a small incident. The children were still happily performing on stage, and their parents were filming with their phones.

A small incident would not stop the whole event. The children on stage were still bouncing around. They were not a professional dance group, and missing one child didn't have much impact on them.

Mr. Kang was lost in thought as he watched the children bouncing on the stage.

Suddenly, a pink-wrapped chocolate bar appeared in front of him. Mr. Kang turned his head and saw the chubby little boy in the red dress sitting down next to him.

Mr. Kang wanted to smoke at that moment. Without cigarettes, chocolate would do.

He took the chocolate. It was a good one, the kind he used to eat a lot as a child.

The little boy also took a chocolate bar out of his arms and began to eat it.

A little boy in a red dress sat beside a little boy in a pink dress, both with a chocolate bar in their mouths, watching the children dancing on the stage together.

The chocolate was an expensive imported chocolate, smooth and soft, and it melted in no time.

After Mr. Kang finished eating, he sighed and said to the little friend beside him, "Don't listen to them. You don't have to face things you don't want to face."

A determined look appeared on the chubby face of the little boy in the red dress. He nodded and said, "I'll listen to you."

Kangkang was very famous in the kindergarten. He was very clever. Every time he talked to adults, he could leave them speechless. He also had a very good relationship with Teacher Little Parrot.

Kangkang was the most envied kid in kindergarten.

The little boy felt that every word he said was right.

"Making mistakes is not scary. What's scary is not being able to hide the mistakes you made." The more Mr. Kang thought about it, the more he felt it was true.

Why should he face this? What was the good of saying it? No one would be happy. It was best to leave things as they were.

Big Dad wouldn't feel cheated. He would only feel that he had established a relationship with a strange child. By the time they switched back, the relationship would still be there.

Violent Mother didn't need to know. She was busy preparing for the performance. It was good enough knowing her son had become a parrot. It would be worse to know that her current son was the one she wanted to put in a sack the most.

He had only one responsibility, to hide this matter and protect everyone's feelings.

Not everything had to be faced. It had nothing to do with courage.

After eating one chocolate bar, the little boy ate a second one, his eyes still on the children on the stage.

Mr. Kang turned his head. The child's eyes couldn't hide anything.

He actually wanted to perform.

In fact, everyone had been preparing for the art performance for almost a month, a whole month.

The children on stage were bouncing around. Even though it was just a rehearsal, the parents in the audience were clapping enthusiastically, and the air was filled with joy.

The chubby boy ate another chocolate bar. "I don't want to perform."

Mr. Kang looked at the child. He was different from this child. This child only felt that it was shameful to wear a dress and be laughed at by his parents.

This small matter was just a speck of dust in the eyes of adults, but it was enough to weigh down a child.

That was because he was a child. He could only see so much, unlike him. He could see that the whole thing was not a big deal.

Actually, even performing in a dress wasn't that scary.

One day, when an adult recalled kindergarten, he would think --

That day, he wore a dress and was laughed at by his parents. His father slapped him, and then he cried and refused to go on stage. He didn't need to go on stage ever since.

Just like an adult who grew up and recalled his kindergarten --

That day, his classmates asked him why he only talked about the housekeeper. He pushed that classmate down in a fit of anger and went home, never to go to kindergarten again.

The child turned his head, looked at the little fatty beside him, and sighed. "I really hate how mature I am."

After complaining about himself, the child said, "Go dance with your classmates, or you'll remember this for the rest of your life."

The chubby boy hesitated, reluctant.

Mr. Kang got a little angry. "Hurry up! Go now, or I'll hit you!"

The little boy was stunned and could only run to the stage.

There was one more little red flower on the stage, which didn't seem to make much difference.

But Mr. Kang, who was off the stage, knew it was different.

When the little boy came down, he came down with the other children. He didn't look reluctant at all, and he didn't have the pained look he had when he went up.

He understood the feeling.

Because he had experienced it. He had been resistant to wearing a dress, because wearing a dress meant shame to him. It meant returning to his childhood, to the loneliness, the shame, the vulnerability of being alone in the center of a huge world.

But the second time he put on the dress, he began to realize that the pain and shame were only one side. There were many sides to one thing. He had only experienced one side and felt pain, so he resisted the next experience.

Just like kindergarten, when he was a child, he only felt uncomfortable in kindergarten, so he didn't go. He refused to see the other side of kindergarten.

Big Dad was originally sitting in the parents' area outside, but he came in when his child didn't come out for a long time. As soon as he came in, he saw his child sitting in the corner.

"Baby?"

Mr. Kang sighed and turned his head. "Dad, I just did something very mature."

"Hmm?"

"I persuaded a kid to dance in a dress and face his fear." The child sighed faintly.

Yue Qin said, "Did he go up and realize it was just a small thing?"

Mr. Kang looked at the little fatty who was celebrating with his classmates and nodded.

"That's life. Imaginary difficulties are always worse than the actual ones."

"In fact, every difficulty in this world is something you can solve. Your grandpa used to tell me that God wouldn't put something you can't solve in front of you, unless you don't solve it." Yue Qin said, "But if you don't solve it, it will always follow you."

Mr. Kang lowered his head and asked in a small voice, "Then why didn't God give me a father and a mother? Was it because he thought I could solve this too? He thinks too highly of me."

Yue Qin was stunned for a moment. Only then did he realize that the child's situation was different from his.

The child lowered his head, his expression hidden. The cheap petals on his head drooped, looking pitiful.

Yue Qin patted his eldest son's shoulder comfortingly. "Dad was wrong. Some things can't be solved, so don't solve them. Life goes on. Let's focus on happier things."

"How about Dad goes home and makes you fried dough balls at noon?"

The child looked up and thought for a moment. "Dad, if, if I were the person you hate the most, would you still make me fried dough balls?"

Yue Qin looked at the child in front of him. No matter how he looked at him, he didn't look like his brother. Although his brother loved to act, he definitely couldn't act out the psychology of such a child. As for other people, Yue Qin didn't hate anyone.

"... You've been calling me Dad for two months." Yue Qin said, "And I'm not losing out."

"You're looking at me with that contemptuous look again!" Yue Qin couldn't help but remind him as he spoke, noticing that his son's eyes had changed again.

"I really can't help it. You guys are so deceptive. I just called you Dad and Mom a few times, but you have to be responsible for my food, clothing, housing, and transportation, and you even have to pay for my kindergarten. Who do you think is losing out?" Mr. Kang looked at his father and reminded him.

This was the ugly face of a capitalist.

Every capitalist spoke nicely and then squeezed every last drop of value out of the working class.

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