u001cUKSu Qingyu really wanted to shout out loud, I didn’t bully your wife.
Mr. Zhuang's eyes were like a drop of ink dropped into clear water, and the darkness instantly spread out. He stared straight at Su Qingyu, his eyes full of resentment.
The term "eyes turning black" appears twice in the rules.
[Venice Group] The second half of Rule 8 of Zhuang Xiaodie’s letter.
[If Daddy's eyes turn completely black, please call my name loudly until his eyes return to normal.]
The second half of Article 6 of [Daystar Group]’s House Rules (Part 1).
[If the neighbor's male host prepares a blue potion, please observe his eyes. If his eyes turn black, please say goodbye and go home immediately.]
Su Qingyu did not choose to say goodbye, but instead called out Zhuang Xiaodie's name to Zhuang's father.
Every time he shouted, Mr. Zhuang would take a step back.
The darkness in his eyes gradually faded away, and he slowly turned back into that ordinary middle-aged man.
“Xiao Yu is my daughter’s friend.
My daughter is Xiaoyu’s friend.
Don't eat your friends.
Friends are not edible..."
Mr. Zhuang was muttering some short sentences.
Then, he returned to normal and walked to the sofa to comfort Zhuang Nanke.
Father Zhuang sat beside the sofa and gently held Zhuang Nanke in his arms. If you ignore his strange identity, his performance really seems like that of a qualified husband who is giving his wife solid support.
Zhuang Nanke's tears slid silently and wet Zhuang's father's shoulders.
Mr. Zhuang's palm gently patted Zhuang Nanke's back.
"Don't be sad, honey." Zhuang's father comforted him softly, "Look, you remembered it wrong again. We don't have a son, only a precious daughter."
“No…” Zhuang Nanke raised his head and explained in panic, “I gave birth to a son, not a daughter. I gave birth to many things, but only one was my son… Ah… What did I give birth to? What on earth did I give birth to?!”
Zhuang Nanke began to scream wildly, scratching her hair, covering her ears, and panicking.
And Mr. Zhuang had no way to respond to Zhuang Nanke's emotional breakdown.
He can only play the role of a husband, but he has no way of sharing human emotions.
He knows how to imitate humans' actions to comfort others, and he also knows what words of comfort are used.
But he had no way of empathizing, and all the comfort he received was only superficial.
"You gave birth to a precious daughter. Her name is Zhuang Xiaodie, which has the same surname as yours. Zhuang Xiaodie means "Zhuang is born in dreams and is obsessed with butterflies." You said that she was a butterfly in your dream that flew into reality. You loved her very much. She was your little princess, the apple of your eye that you loved the most."
Mr. Zhuang's voice was gentle, like a scar-removing medicine, warm and nourishing, trying to heal the cracks in Zhuang Nanke's heart caused by emptiness and confusion.
"The one who came out of your body is your daughter. You have no hesitation, no fear, and no doubt now. You are just a competent mother who loves your daughter..."
He put his arms around Zhuang Nanke, and his unchanging tone of voice was like brainwashing, calming Zhuang Nanke down.
Zhuang Nanke buried himself in his father's arms, his eyes empty and dull, muttering, "I have a daughter, but what about my son? Do I have a son? I want to give my son a bird so that he won't be lonely anymore."