However, Song Yanzhi didn't care about these people's opinions at all. In her previous life, she had cared too much about what others thought, which was why she had neglected Xiaobao.

Aside from not liking to talk, there's nothing strange about Xiao Bao.

He was treated differently simply because he wasn't as lively and cute as other children.

The childcare center is just a place to help take care of the children in the family compound, so there are no requirements for it.

Song Yanzhi delivered it without saying anything.

She also bought paper and pens for Xiaobao and taught him to write 1234.

He slipped me another piece of candy before I left.

Xiao Bao has always loved being alone and running around outside.

So even without Song Yanzhi by his side, he can be just fine.

He is now very interested in arithmetic. When he heard his mother teaching him to write 1234, he immediately thought of Pei Jichuan doing arithmetic in his dream.

He tried hard to think about it and wrote it down in his notebook.

The teacher saw him writing quietly, came over to take a look, and was stunned.

On the paper, He Ran had written a long string of numbers: 3+5=8, 4+2=6, 5+5=10...

He added up all the numbers from one to ten that Song Yanzhi had just written.

Didn't we just say that this child has some mental issues and isn't very smart?

I can do math now.

The teacher was a little puzzled, but when she heard that Song Yanzhi was a educated person who had attended high school, it didn't seem strange that her son could do some arithmetic.

Xiao Bao didn't understand at first, but after seeing the numbers his mother taught him and Pei Jichuan counting on his fingers in his dream, he suddenly understood.

I found it very interesting, so I kept writing.

While the other children were playing and making noise, he remained completely undisturbed.

Such focus is truly astonishing.

Pei Yuchen carried a bag of rice, some pork, milk, and fruit home.

Place it on the table.

His gaze swept around the room.

Neither Song Yanzhi nor Xiaobao were there.

He frowned.

I woke up this morning to find that there was practically nothing left in the kitchen.

It had a strong medicinal smell.

It must have been eaten by Song Yanzhi.

He noticed that Song Yanzhi's complexion was indeed not good; she had a high fever last night, but he didn't expect her to need to take Chinese medicine.

However, these matters were never mentioned in the letters sent.

Pei Yuchen realized that he might not know much about the situation at home.

They had no idea about the true situation of their wife and children.

I inevitably felt guilty.

With more people in the house, the food in the kitchen definitely won't last more than a few days.

So I went out and bought some.

Although he was transferred here, he still gets a few days off.

I have time these next few days.

I wanted to mend my relationship with my wife and son, but it seems that won't be easy now.

"Where are Aunt Song and Xiaobao?"

He looked at the two little kids standing at the door.

Pei Jichuan said, "Aunt Song took Xiaobao to the early childhood education class and hasn't come back yet."

Pei Yuchen was slightly taken aback.

He learned some things about Xiao Bao's situation from the letters; to put it nicely, he wasn't very bright, but to put it bluntly, he was an idiot.

The letter said he was five years old and couldn't speak in complete sentences.

He has a withdrawn personality and avoids people.

But Song Yanzhi sent him to the Nurturing Class?

Pei Tiantian stared wide-eyed at the pile of food on the table. Seeing that Pei Yuchen seemed quite kind to them, she couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Pei, can my brother and I also go to the preschool class?"

She had heard from others that her father was Uncle Pei's benefactor.

That's why Uncle Pei adopted them.

If she makes a small request, she'll probably agree.

She also wants a new schoolbag and wants to go to school!

Pei Yuchen glanced at her and said coldly, "You should ask your Aunt Song about this."

His wife already resented him for adopting two children, and if he were to send them to a preschool, Pei Yuchen was absolutely certain that his wife and children wouldn't even glance at him for the next month.

He promised Wang Jian that he could help take care of the two children, but at most he would prevent them from starving to death.

Pei Yuchen made no guarantees regarding other matters.

However, the next second, Song Yanzhi's voice came from outside the door: "Don't ask me, they are your adopted sons, you can decide for yourself."

Pei Yuchen paused slightly.

Watching her walk in from outside, Song Yanzhi was wearing a dress today. She was slender, her hair was tied up, and she looked intellectual and gentle.

However, his words were barbed: "Anyway, you're the one paying, so I have no objection."

Pei Yuchen: "..."

His wife's hostility towards him was comparable to that of an enemy on the battlefield.

Song Yanzhi's gaze swept over the pile of things on the table, and she paused.

He then looked away.

She then pulled a folded piece of paper from her pocket, unfolded it, took a few steps forward, stood in front of Pei Yuchen, and handed it to him. It contained a handwritten divorce agreement regarding the husband's fault and the transfer of child custody.

The air suddenly became still.

Even Pei Yuchen found it outrageous after reading it.

He said, "You mean it, you're serious."

“That’s right, this was agreed upon beforehand, and it won’t do you any harm.” Song Yanzhi calmly returned his gaze.

Pei Yuchen rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling a headache coming on for the first time from anger.

But he couldn't get angry at Song Yanzhi.

He reached out and took it, signed it, and asked, "...Are you satisfied?"

His tone was rather clenched and resentful.

Song Yanzhi finally managed a smile.

Strangely, she actually breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at his wife's expression, Pei Yuchen wondered what he had done that was so heinous as to make her look like that.

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