Chapter 43 Limited Mommy
In fact, Lin Zhixin thought the same thing.
Jiang Shiyuan used to be a piece of cotton that could be easily beaten. She had bullied her countless times, but in order to stay in the Xie family and stay by Jinghuai's side, she was more tolerant than a Ninja Turtle.
Later, whether it was due to some kind of shock or guidance from a wise person, she changed drastically. Not only did she start wearing makeup and dressing up, but she even dared to embarrass Jinghuai in front of him!
Her approach actually had a surprisingly good effect.
Previously, Brother Jinghuai never took Jiang Shiyuan seriously, but now he seems to be communicating with her more.
It seems we really can't underestimate our opponent.
"Yuexi, I know you mean well, and I appreciate your concern. But I believe Jinghuai has me in his heart. Over the years, I believe he won't be easily taken away by anyone else."
However, Lin Zhixin insisted on maintaining a calm and serene demeanor, saying, "I've done my best today. If my sister wins, I'll be happy for her too."
What's wrong with letting her win once? I'm not that petty.
The "Emperor" wasn't in a hurry, but Xie Yuexi, the "eunuch," was:
"Oh dear! Silly Xinxin, that won't do! You're just boosting the enemy's morale and demoralizing your own!"
Lin Zhixin lowered her eyelashes, looking weak and vulnerable.
"Sigh! Never mind, just focus on your competition with Tongtong. I'll figure out something about Jiang Shiyuan!"
After saying that, Xie Yuexi, wearing sharp stilettos, walked away impatiently.
Lin Zhixin watched the woman's hurried departure, a dark smile curling at the corner of her lips:
"idiot."
For a pampered and ignorant heiress like Xie Yuexi, it wouldn't be too easy to manipulate her emotions.
Why should she do such a dirty little thing herself?
Naturally, some people couldn't wait to jump out and act as her cleaners.
...
Leaders including Xie Jinghuai also moved to the multimedia classroom to watch the competition on the big screen.
The wooden building blocks for the second competition were delivered to each participant, with each person receiving as many as a small cart.
Next, these wooden strips and some steel tenons must be used to assemble a complete architectural model within a specified time.
There wasn't even an instruction manual; it relied entirely on hands-on skills and imagination.
It's less about testing the children and more about putting the parents in a difficult position.
"Aunt Jiang, do you... do you know how to build with blocks?" Fu Yansi blinked her clear, big eyes.
"Hmm, it's alright." Jiang Shiyuan was quite modest.
"Have you decided what kind of house you want to build?"
Jiang Shiyuan's slender fingers fiddled with the wooden strips, a plan already formed in her mind. She smiled calmly.
"Banban, are you afraid that Auntie will lose the competition?"
"No, I'm not afraid of losing. Winning or losing isn't important to me."
Fu Yansi shook his head and looked at her sincerely, "I'm very happy to be able to participate in the event with Aunt Jiang."
When I get home, I'm going to tell Dad about what happened today. I'm going to tell him that I have a Mommy now!
Although it's only for one day, I will always remember you and never forget you!
Jiang Shiyuan's eyes welled up with tears, and a strong soreness rose in her nose, making her unable to look the boy in the eye any longer, and she quickly looked away.
A child she met by chance said he would always remember her and treat her as his one and only mommy.
But her own son had long forgotten about her; he hadn't even made a single phone call in all these days.
Neither father nor son could warm each other's hearts.
On the other side, Xie Jinghuai kept watching the pleasant interaction between Jiang Shiyuan and Fu Yansi on the big screen.
His dark phoenix eyes revealed a deep displeasure.
"Thank you, Mr. Xie."
Han Xu walked over and whispered in his ear, "I've investigated the child's background that you asked me to look into."
Information about his mother could not be found; she may have passed away or been divorced. His father's name is Fu Chenzhou, and he has always worked in the finance industry in Country M.
“Fu Chenzhou? His surname is Fu?” Xie Jinghuai’s dark eyes paused slightly.
With his child attending Beijing's top elite primary school, it was hard for him not to think of the Fu Group, which rivaled the Xie Group in Beijing. Their chairman, Fu Lixian, had a close relationship with his father in their youth; they were not only university classmates but also frequent business rivals, both becoming prominent figures in their respective fields.
The Fu family does indeed have another child besides the eldest son Fu Chong and the second daughter Fu Ling.
I heard he was born out of wedlock.
Even after his mother later became Fu Dong's second wife, he never brought his son into the public eye. Only a little over a decade ago, during the Qingming Festival when people paid respects to their ancestors, did a reporter manage to take a picture of the child, but it was just a blurry profile.
But he remembered that the man's name was Fu Chen. Not Fu Chenzhou.
It can't be just one person, right?
"I haven't found any connection between Fu Chenzhou and his wife. I also haven't found out how his wife and this child met..."
"So you didn't find anything?"
Xie Jinghuai said in a cool and detached tone, "Secretary Han, I'm afraid your quarterly bonus this time won't be found either."
Han Xu, on the verge of tears, thought to himself: Xie Jinghuai! Are you a sore loser?!
The man's large hand, resting on the sofa armrest, clenched silently.
Jiang Shiyuan, it seems that your kindness to your son and to me is not entirely pure.
Seeing that the returns weren't meeting expectations, you started casting a wide net, eager to find new clients. Lawyers, finance professionals—who do you associate with whoever makes money?
Ha, the meager earnings they made weren't even enough for the Xie family to buy toilet paper!
That's incredibly stupid and blind, so short-sighted!
"The competition has officially begun!"
Xie Jinghuai gave a cold laugh, adopting a leisurely, spectator-like posture.
Jiang Shiyuan, you will soon find out—
I am the ceiling you can reach in your life. Anyone you find after that will be trash.
Soon, you'll come back crying, begging me to take you in.
The competition was in full swing.
Lin Zhixin had already conceived the model in her mind, so she dared not take it lightly and quickly assembled the building blocks with Tongtong.
Midway through, one of her meticulously done manicures broke, causing her fingertips to go numb with pain, but she dared not delay the process.
Tongtong is, after all, Xie Jinghuai and Jiang Shiyuan's child. He not only inherited his parents' good looks, but also their high intelligence and Jiang Shiyuan's superb hands-on skills.
He had already laid the foundation before other children and parents had even started.
"Tongtong, you're amazing!" Lin Zhixin clapped her hands in praise, her emotional appeal reaching its peak.
Tongtong, hands on her hips, was feeling smug when she glanced back casually and her expression instantly changed!
He thought he was already very fast, but he never expected—
On Jiang Shiyuan and Fu Yansi's side, not only has the foundation been laid, but the exterior facade of the building has also been built, and it is beginning to take shape!
Fu Yansi handed Jiang Shiyuan building blocks and steel mortise and tenon. Jiang Shiyuan built them methodically, his face as calm as water, his hands moving at lightning speed!
It was completely unlike the mild-mannered, talkative, and clumsy person Tongtong remembered.
It's crisp, clean, and even pleasing to the eye!
"How could this be...?!" Tongtong froze, then quickly rubbed her eyes.
Lin Zhixin turned around, her gaze darkening.
Then, she calmly glanced around and continued building with the blocks.
Just as Jiang Shiyuan had finished building one wall, her heart suddenly clenched.
A basketball suddenly flew towards them!
Without thinking twice, she immediately rushed forward and pulled Fu Yansi into her arms, shielding him tightly beneath her.
The next second, with a whoosh—
The model that I had worked so hard to build was smashed by a basketball, leaving it scattered all over the place in a mess...
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