The Stepmother’s Counterattack: Raising a Child in a Bygone Era

As she spoke, she attempted to rally the surrounding parents, teachers, and students to her side, "Boys will be boys, and it wasn’t intentional. What’s the big deal? Does she have to make such a fuss and bring her whole family to the school to trouble my son?"

"You don’t need to rush to label me. Saying it was ’unintentional’ doesn’t erase the fact that your son bullied my daughter!"

Shen Mingzhu’s voice was like a spring in a mountain ravine, succinct yet powerful.

The parents, who had originally intended to speak up and mediate, now withdrew their intentions and continued to watch.

"You think I’m making a mountain out of a molehill because you don’t understand how precious and cherished my daughter is to our whole family. When it comes to anything concerning her, even something as minor as a strand of hair, we will handle it with the utmost care."

"You believe the children’s conflicts are trivial because your son is the aggressor, not the victim!"

"In the presence of these parents, teachers, and children, I ask you this, would you not care if all the students in the school were to pull your son’s hair, throw away his books and stationery, scribble on his clothes, and stuff caterpillars into his backpack, since, in your eyes, these are just normal roughhousing between children, nothing to make a fuss about?"

Mother Fu’s face reddened, and she struggled to find a rebuttal for a long time.

Shen Mingzhu turned and employed Mother Fu’s own tactic, seeking to garner empathy from the onlooking parents, "We’re all parents here. If your child was bullied over and over again by a brat at school, what would you do? I believe no one could stand idly by while their child is being bullied and take no action."

"My approach may be a bit extreme, but my daughter is my everything. Bullying me is one thing; even a slight harm to her is intolerable, and I will not rest content!"