Jing Yichen didn't care that his expensive coat was dirtied by the mud on his son. He wrapped his son tighter and kissed his son's Red face.
"It doesn't matter. You won't make the same mistake again after missing it once. You've already done very well today. I'm proud of you. "
His voice was soft and full of fatherly love for the child. He was not stingy with his praise for Jing Rui.
He was different from Jing zhongxiu. No matter how much Jing zhongxiu liked him, he would not praise him. He would always belittle him to motivate him.
Jing Yichen had been traumatized by his father's way of education. He had been longing for his father's encouragement since he was a child. He felt that encouragement was more encouraging and warm than a blow.
Therefore, he encouraged Jing Rui most of the time. He would only complain when Jing Rui did not do a good job.
His father's encouragement and care soon healed Jing Rui's broken heart.
