Wanqiu didn't know why her mother was dressed up even more dazzlingly than usual today.
When Mingming and Ning Qiaozhen took him to report, they didn't dress up specially, and they even forgot Wanqiu's reporting time. In the end, Wanqiu went to report by himself.
Along with me to the reporting event was a young woman in a gray blazer and low heels.
Wan Qiu had met the young woman a few times, but they had never spoken to each other.
She was a rather quiet and unassuming older sister, Yang Xiaoyu's assistant.
This older sister always listens to her mother and does everything her mother asks her to do. Her mother has praised her, saying she is an excellent person.
The older sister has a very nice name, Zhao Jingyue.
Zhao Jingyue was the driver, and Wan Qiu and Yang Xiaoyu sat together in the back seat. Wan Qiu secretly looked up at Yang Xiaoyu.
The road to school was long, and Yang Xiaoyu looked very excited, even taking out a mirror from her bag to look at herself repeatedly.
"Jingyue, do I look good enough today?" Yang Xiaoyu asked.
“Of course, you look especially beautiful today.” Zhao Jingyue glanced at Yang Xiaoyu in the rearview mirror.
"Can you make my baby look good?" Yang Xiaoyu asked with a hopeful smile.
“That’s for sure,” Zhao Jingyue replied.
Wan Qiu turned his head to observe Yang Xiaoyu. Today, Yang Xiaoyu seemed more diligent than usual when asking questions of others.
My mother is very beautiful.
Even if Yang Xiaoyu asked him such a question at any time, Wan Qiu would definitely say the same thing.
The brand-new, dazzling luxury car attracted the attention of many passersby when it stopped at the narrow, dilapidated, and somewhat congested intersection.
Yang Xiaoyu glanced casually at the messy surroundings in the car, her brows furrowing slightly. "Jingyue, go park the car. I'll get out first, and come find me in class later."
"Okay," Zhao Jingyue replied.
Beneath her burgundy pencil skirt, her slender, fair legs dangled as she stepped onto the ground in her bright high heels. In the morning sunlight, Yang Xiaoyu stood amidst the flow of people entering the school.
The crowd was chaotic and disorderly, with familiar parents greeting each other and students exchanging loud and boisterous greetings.
Yang Xiaoyu stood out from the crowd, completely out of place.
The curious gazes of the parents who had brought their children to register were cast over from the surrounding area. Yang Xiaoyu reached out her hand into the car, and a small, thin hand grasped Yang Xiaoyu's.
In that instant, Yang Xiaoyu's expression softened, and the noisy, dusty space that had made her uncomfortable became less annoying.
Wanqiu got out of the car, her mother holding her hand.
The moment Wan Qiu stepped off the bus, he noticed gazes coming from all directions.
Wan Qiu instinctively tensed his body and pressed himself against Yang Xiaoyu's side.
I just came here with my dad yesterday, but I don't know why...
It was a very familiar place, but now, the gazes cast upon it by the people around it made everything feel strange.
Is it the same as what my brother said, that everyone is looking at Mom because she looks so beautiful today?
Wan Qiu looked up at Yang Xiaoyu, who was radiant in the morning sunlight.
If everyone is looking at him because his mother is beautiful, then he hopes everyone will keep looking.
These disordered and unfamiliar gazes didn't seem so hard to accept anymore.
There was a subtle, small sense of pride that emboldened Wan Qiu as he held Yang Xiaoyu's hand.
"Let's go, baby." Yang Xiaoyu smiled and strode forward in her high heels in front of the unassuming, dilapidated door.
Wanqiu leaned against Yang Xiaoyu. In the familiar place, amidst the noise, Wanqiu only cared about the indistinct sound of her mother's high heels on the ground.
Wan Qiu, with Yang Xiaoyu holding his hand, turned around and glanced at the chubby gatekeeper who was staring at him in shock with his small eyes.
Wan Qiu pursed her lips, wanting to greet him, but only nodded slightly.
Yang Xiaoyu discovered it.
Instead of going in immediately, he turned his shoes and walked over to the gatekeeper.
The chubby security guard watched Yang Xiaoyu approach with wide eyes, and even unconsciously shrank his round belly.
Yang Xiaoyu took off her glasses and stared at the fat security guard in front of her.
"Are you the security guard who's always been helping our little one?" For someone as distinctive as this, whom Chu Jianshu summarized with just two words, there was really no need for complicated identification.
The security guard, on edge, didn't even quite remember what Yang Xiaoyu had said, and asked dryly, "Huh?"
"Thank you for taking care of Wanqiu for so long." Yang Xiaoyu looked at the gatekeeper with a smile in her beautiful eyes. "As a mother, I am grateful for everything you have done for my child out of kindness. I will express my gratitude more formally later."
The gatekeeper was dumbfounded. The woman, whose face was as red as a burning flame, had a cold expression, yet she was surprisingly generous with her smiles in front of him.
The gatekeeper was somewhat stunned as he watched the woman holding Wan Qiu's hand.
Is this the child's mother?
Is this a case of being reincarnated during the summer vacation?
If Wanqiu's parents had been like this before, who would have bullied him?
Wan Qiu held Yang Xiaoyu's hand, although it was rare to see students holding their parents' hands in such a large campus.
The school, with its gates wide open for all parents to enter freely, showed parents who had come specifically for the occasion dressed up, but compared to Yang Xiaoyu, they seemed like people from different worlds forcibly brought together.
Wan Qiu also noticed that Yang Xiaoyu seemed different from everyone else.
I felt that my mother was sparkling in the sunlight today, as if something was shimmering within her.
Are they earrings? Or a necklace?
Wan Qiu followed Yang Xiaoyu to find the class she needed to report to.
Yang Xiaoyu realized that Wan Qiu seemed to be deliberately leading her somewhere.
Yang Xiaoyu followed silently, seemingly unaware that Wan Qiu was leading her.
Yang Xiaoyu remembered that Chu Yigui had said that if Wan Qiu were left alone, he would also think for himself, but the scope of his thinking would only be within the range he needed.
Just like now, Wanqiu is taking her to the class she's registering for.
Yang Xiaoyu observed the school environment; the teaching buildings were very old.
It was just an old teaching building left over from the relocation of the previous school, which was treated as an old building. The corridors were mostly windowless and very narrow. Although there were crowds of people, it was very dark at first glance.
Wanqiu always preferred to walk along the wall rather than directly in the middle of the road.
Yang Xiaoyu walked openly and confidently in the middle of the road, tilting her head to observe Wan Qiu.
The elementary school students are all short, and they gather in twos and threes to chat and laugh, and some even play around in the hallway.
Yang Xiaoyu watched, but couldn't imagine that Wan Qiu would also be playing around with others like this at school.
Wan Qiu found the classroom door and, under the sign for Class 3, Grade 6, unconsciously squeezed Yang Xiaoyu's hand and leaned against it.
"Honey, are we here?" Yang Xiaoyu knew this was the place, but she wasn't going to go in herself.
She wanted Wanqiu to take her inside.
Seemingly hesitant about entering an unfamiliar classroom, Wan Qiu did not immediately go inside. Instead, she stood at the door and peered into the classroom.
There were already quite a few students and their parents in the classroom, which looked rather cramped due to the crowd. The homeroom teacher, who was on the podium, didn't seem to have noticed Yang Xiaoyu standing at the door.
Wan Qiu walked through the door.
When Yang Xiaoyu followed Wan Qiu into the classroom, the previously noisy classroom suddenly fell into a brief silence.
Yang Xiaoyu is already quite tall, and the high heels and flamboyant red dress made her look even taller, as if she brought light into the dimly lit room before the sun shone in the early morning.
The homeroom teacher was also stunned.
Her gaze was fixed on Wan Qiu, somewhat incredulous.
Wan Qiu seemed completely oblivious to his surroundings; he didn't even look up.
Holding Yang Xiaoyu's hand, he walked around the podium to the other side of it.
However, Wanqiu stopped.
He stood there, at a loss.
"What's wrong, baby?" Yang Xiaoyu's mature and pleasant voice rang in Wan Qiu's ear. Yang Xiaoyu held Wan Qiu's hand with one hand and asked with her head down.
Wan Qiu looked up in a panic, then glanced at the empty corner.
He lost his position.
Each time we report, we sit in the same seats as last semester.
Wan Qiu's seat should be here, but there is no table for him here now.
The school classrooms were small and there weren't enough desks, but there were too many students, so Wan Qiu's seat was placed in a side corner inside the podium.
This is a corner that no one passes by, a seat where the blackboard is not clearly visible, and it belongs only to Wanqiu.
“The spot… is gone…” Wan Qiu stared blankly, looking very confused.
He looked back at the classroom, where most of the seats were occupied by parents, the same seats they had sat in during fifth grade.
Where should he let his mother sit?
Where is he supposed to find extra tables and chairs?
Wan Qiu grasped Yang Xiaoyu's hand, feeling bewildered, even anxious and sad.
"Ah, you are... Wan Qiu?" The homeroom teacher on the podium asked in surprise, finally confirming who this student who had changed so much was.
Wan Qiu's back stiffened, and he turned to look at his homeroom teacher.
After Yang Xiaoyu's diligent maintenance, his naturally handsome appearance gradually came to the fore, much to the surprise of his homeroom teacher.
Is this really Wanqiu?
That skinny, bony child who's doing poorly in school?
Wan Qiu was dressed up carefully today, her hair was meticulously trimmed to be fluffy and soft, a stark contrast to her companions who all had buzz cuts.
The delicate white shirt and shorts make her look completely different from her former self in every way.
In the homeroom teacher's memory, Wan Qiu was silent, dirty, and inconspicuous.
"Are you the baby's homeroom teacher?" Yang Xiaoyu squinted, sizing up the short, plain-looking female teacher with a ponytail.
"Yes, who are you?" The homeroom teacher was clearly a little confused.
"I am Yang Xiaoyu, Wanqiu's mother." Yang Xiaoyu pulled Wanqiu over and half-embraced her. Their extremely similar eyes revealed their close blood relationship.
The homeroom teacher was stunned: "But...but isn't Wanqiu's mother surnamed Ning?"
Moreover, the homeroom teacher had met Wanqiu's mother, who should have been a more plain-looking, slightly overweight woman with a somewhat fierce appearance.
"Ah." Yang Xiaoyu glanced back at the parents who were all looking at them with great curiosity, and deliberately raised her voice, "I am Wan Qiu's biological mother, her biological daughter."
Yang Xiaoyu deliberately emphasized the word "biological child," which clearly made everyone present instantly imagine all sorts of possibilities.
The homeroom teacher was also stunned. How was she supposed to understand the situation?
“My husband also sent someone to inquire about Wanqiu, don’t you remember?” Yang Xiaoyu squinted at the homeroom teacher.
The homeroom teacher suddenly remembered that incident from a corner of her memory, but she had always thought it was just casual gossip among ordinary people.
She actually got tricked into revealing information?
The homeroom teacher looked embarrassed. What was being discussed behind someone's back was now being openly displayed in front of the person involved.
"Teacher, why does my child say there are no seats left?" Yang Xiaoyu squinted and pointed to the empty corner next to her, asking, "Has my child been sitting here all along?"
Yang Xiaoyu did not lower her voice; in fact, she deliberately raised her voice.
No parent wants their child to be placed in such a corner; other parents would definitely protest.
However, because Ning Qiaozhen didn't pay much attention to Wan Qiu, and Wan Qiu's grades were even...
The homeroom teacher felt guilty but still tried to explain: "No, it's just that the class is quite crowded, so the seats are usually rotated."
"Honey, how long have you been sitting here?" Yang Xiaoyu asked Wan Qiu, looking down at him.
Wan Qiu remained silent for a long time, staring at that spot.
Since being assigned here, Wanqiu has never changed his seat.
“A long time.” Wan Qiu wasn’t quite sure how to describe it in terms of time, so he could only answer, “A long time.”
Yang Xiaoyu sighed deeply, and when she looked at the homeroom teacher again, her expression was somewhat impolite.
"Teacher, can my son even see the blackboard from here? If you know it's so crowded there's nowhere to sit, why don't you just let my son go to another class with available seats? Are you and your students ostracizing my child?"
Yang Xiaoyu may not know what Wan Qiu was like in school, but from the information she saw, she knew that even the teachers marginalized Wan Qiu.
Moreover, at home, Wan Qiu was still thinking about doing his summer homework, treating the teacher's words as orders, showing the teacher great respect, but not receiving the same treatment in return.
“The other classes are also very crowded…” When facing Yang Xiaoyu, the homeroom teacher was several levels lower in both height and presence. “Besides, this is just a matter of seating, it has nothing to do with exclusion. We have not excluded Wan Qiu, please do not misunderstand, parent.”
"Then why hasn't anyone greeted my son yet?" Yang Xiaoyu asked coldly.
How could Yang Xiaoyu not have noticed?
Every student who came in would greet the students around them, but Wan Qiu didn't even glance at them, let alone greet them.
There were even classmates who brushed past me.
It was as if he himself was isolated from this class, treated as if he were invisible.
“Your child is naturally introverted, and even teachers can’t interfere with the interactions between students,” the homeroom teacher immediately said.
"So you mean you knew my precious son was like this, yet you've been letting him continue like this?" Yang Xiaoyu's tone gradually dropped, revealing a hint of coldness.
"Mr. Wanqiu, today is the registration day. Your actions will disrupt my work." The homeroom teacher tried to change the subject.
"I'm here today to complete the procedures for my child as well." Yang Xiaoyu noticed Zhao Jingyue, who had just walked in, out of the corner of her eye.
Because of Yang Xiaoyu's actions, some parents in the class were already whispering among themselves, and some even secretly pulled their children aside to ask what was going on.
"I don't know, he's an idiot." Suddenly, a boy's clear voice plunged the already strange space into silence.
At the same time, the boy's parents immediately covered his mouth, but when they looked up, they saw Yang Xiaoyu's face, which had turned completely gloomy.
That kind of self-righteous and insulting tone would be unbearable for any parent. Yang Xiaoyu instinctively wanted to reprimand her, but Zhao Jingyue stopped her.
"Please teach your child what etiquette is. If your child doesn't understand, I can recommend a high-standard etiquette classroom. You can take your child there to learn before returning to school." Zhao Jingyue showed no mercy.
"No, he just said it casually. He's just a kid, he doesn't understand..." The parent looked embarrassed.
Instead of refuting the other person, Zhao Jingyue bent down and said to the boy who had spoken, "You're an idiot."
The parent was startled, and immediately heard his son pull his hand away and say to Zhao Jingyue, "You're the idiot! He's the idiot! Everyone says he's an idiot! If he weren't an idiot, he could..."
The parents immediately covered the boy's mouth, afraid that he would say something provocative.
Yang Xiaoyu could even guess what the boy would say next after his words were muffled, and anger surged into her heart.
Yang Xiaoyu took off her sunglasses, revealing an indifference that was almost impossible to conceal.
Parents around them had already secretly turned on their phones to record videos, and Yang Xiaoyu's face would naturally be exposed to these cameras.
Zhao Jingyue knew that once Yang Xiaoyu's face was exposed on the internet, people would quickly recognize her.
They themselves also had the idea of letting things escalate here.
Wanqiu suffered from school violence.
However, it is difficult to convict someone of school violence, and it is also very difficult to find evidence.
Even if there are laws to follow, it is difficult to have any impact on children who are still in elementary school.
Yang Xiaoyu, however, is extremely vengeful.
The moment Yang Xiaoyu learned that Wanqiu was being bullied, she knew she didn't want these people to have an easy time.
Yang Xiaoyu reached out and hugged Wanqiu: "I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry, Mommy can't protect you, and anyone can bully you."
Yang Xiaoyu attempted to escalate the situation, hoping to get the guy who had bullied her at school, Wanqiu, and his parents into the news.
But as Yang Xiaoyu lowered her head to approach Wan Qiu, she suddenly felt Wan Qiu hug her with both hands.
Wanqiu's body was extremely stiff.
Yang Xiaoyu looked up and met Wan Qiu's eyes.
Anxiety, flowing anxiety and restlessness, are gradually coalescing into a hazy dampness.
Wan Qiu, who had just been completely oblivious to everything around her, now showed such a dejected expression because of her emotional fluctuations.
All the acting came to an abrupt end.
"It's okay, Mom isn't angry." Yang Xiaoyu gently pinched Wan Qiu's cheek, suppressing all her anger. She then touched Wan Qiu's forehead with her head, comforting her, "It's alright, it's alright, Mom is perfectly fine."
Wan Qiu was truly confirming it; in her clear eyes, it seemed that among so many people, only she was everything.
Yang Xiaoyu's anger seemed to cool down little by little with the light dampness.
Does she really want to put Wanqiu in a lot of trouble?
All the impulses were gradually extinguished, and Yang Xiaoyu realized that her actions were actually ridiculous.
"No matter what my child is like, can't I afford to raise him? I can let him enjoy the best of everything in the world. His father, his brother, and his younger brother will all dote on him in the future. Even if he doesn't understand anything, he can live a life of luxury. What he can get is something that you ill-mannered children can never get in your entire lives."
Yang Xiaoyu raised her voice and addressed the crowd.
Don't care about these people.
They will never have the chance to meet Wanqiu again.
Zhao Jingyue guessed that Yang Xiaoyu had changed her mind.
"Everyone, please delete all videos you have recorded on your phones immediately. If we see any related content online in the future, our legal team will definitely take action."
As she spoke, Zhao Jingyue glanced around, and several people who were clearly filming immediately and guiltily deleted their videos.
"It's a real shame there are no security cameras here. If there were..." Zhao Jingyue said coolly after confirming that everyone had deleted the videos, "we would have been able to obtain evidence of the students' bullying of Wan Qiu. You guys are really lucky."
The homeroom teacher, standing to the side, was so nervous that she couldn't speak. She had secretly contacted the school leaders beforehand.
School leaders rushed over immediately, and the quiet, eerie atmosphere in the classroom was almost suffocating.
"What...what are you doing?" The school leader immediately stepped forward to try to calm everyone down. "Everyone, please calm down. Can we talk in my office if there's anything you need to say?"
Yang Xiaoyu's gaze swept over the students in the class who had already lowered their heads guiltily.
In the end, he only hugged Wanqiu.
"Why don't you all come to my office and sit down for a bit, and get some rest?" The school leaders could only try to get the people away first. There were already some parents who hadn't come in yet piled up at the door, and the atmosphere inside the classroom was also very awkward.
Wan Qiu stood still, the atmosphere stiff, the noisy classroom unusually quiet.
Wan Qiu held Yang Xiaoyu's hand tightly, listening to Yang Xiaoyu and Zhao Jingyue's voices.
An unfamiliar atmosphere was spreading, as if all the 'unhappiness' was beginning to swell, and the 'happiness' had vanished without a trace.
Like a ferocious beast, it tore through the chaotic air, robbing everyone of their voices, wantonly roaring and trampling on those who could not resist, bringing fear to the not-so-spacious classroom.
Unconsciously, Wanqiu felt uneasy and breathless in this strange atmosphere.
Wan Qiu wanted to find a stool, something that would at least make Yang Xiaoyu happy.
But every bench in the school has its owner.
From the long, incomprehensible sentences, Wanqiu realized that all of this was because of him, which had upset his mother and others.
Wan Qiu leaned against Yang Xiaoyu's chest, his tension and anxiety almost overwhelming him.
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