Fu Siming drove the car back to the old house and took Fu Xunzhi from Jiang Man's reluctant arms.
She gently rubbed his droopy eyes. "What's wrong? Didn't you promise to go to kindergarten yesterday?"
“Hmm…” Fu Xunzhi lowered his head and did not speak.
She showed no anticipation at all for seeing Song Xingyao soon; instead, her face was contorted with worry.
Originally, the plan was to let Song Xingyao see Fu Xunzhi after the medicine was prepared and Song Xingyao regained her memory.
But then she thought, what if the medicine doesn't restore her memory?
So they decided to let the mother and son meet ahead of time. Fu Xunzhi, who had originally agreed with great enthusiasm, ended up like this after taking a nap.
Inside the car, Fu Siming asked softly, "Xunzhi, what's wrong? Are you unhappy about seeing your mother?"
"Happy..." His expression remained unchanged; the only thing that seemed to bring him joy was the word he uttered.
"Last time Xunzhi said she didn't want to go to school, but she didn't say why. Can she tell Dad now?"
Fu Xunzhi remained silent. Through the rearview mirror, he saw Fu Xunzhi lower his head and shake it.
A rare feeling of frustration welled up in his chest; apart from the mother and son, no one else had ever given him this feeling.
He sighed almost imperceptibly. "Then let Xunzhi tell Dad when he wants to, okay? Do you remember what Dad told you?"
The little dumpling in the back seat finally nodded, "I know, I can't scare Mommy, but Daddy, why can't I be Mommy?"
Her face contorted in a frown once again.
Fu Siming felt a little sorry for him. Asking a four-year-old child not to call her "Mom" was really beyond their comprehension, but he still patiently explained.
"Do you remember what Daddy told you last time? Mommy is sick and can't remember things. We need to help her remember slowly, but we can't rush it or we'll scare her. So Xunzhi is a little man, and he can protect Mommy with Daddy, right?"
He explained those difficult things in the simplest terms until he saw Fu Xunzhi in the back seat smile and nod emphatically.
"I understand, I will protect Mom."
He personally escorted the person to the principal's office. The principal already knew about Fu Xunzhi's return to school today, and alarm bells were ringing in his mind.
None of the children here are easy to offend. Last time, after Fu Xunzhi came for a day, Fu Siming sent someone to process his extended leave the next day, which scared him into thinking that something had happened in the office that prevented him from coming.
But after waiting for a long time, there was no follow-up action. I guess it's just that the child doesn't want to go to school.
But this child from the Fu family does not like to play with others and is somewhat aloof. However, as expected of someone from the Fu family, he is very polite as a child.
The head of the kindergarten took the child from Fu Siming's arms with a smile, squatted down and said a few words to him.
Then I heard Fu Siming mention the recent charity event organized by the Municipal Education Bureau.
I've heard that the investor behind the scenes is Tiansheng, so it's only right that I inquire about it.
The headmaster nodded in agreement like a chicken pecking at rice, and absolutely no mistakes were made.
Then he took Fu Xunzhi back to the classroom.
Since school has been in session for some time, the children have formed their own small groups.
Some young girls couldn't help but approach Fu Xunzhi because he was so handsome, and even gave him some candy.
When the boys in the class saw Fu Xunzhi arrive, he attracted a lot of attention and they began to isolate him.
Unfortunately, Fu Xunzhi didn't care at all. He took out the cell phone that Fu Siming had left for him and the plant encyclopedia that Jiang Man had secretly put in his bag that morning, and casually flipped through it.
He couldn't play with the other kids who were playing and roughhousing around him at all.
A mischievous little boy deliberately threw a crumpled piece of paper onto his desk, and when he didn't even look up, he became a little annoyed.
He stepped forward and slapped the open book on his hand.
Fu Xunzhi looked up with a cold expression. "What are you doing?"
The coldness in his eyes was exactly the same as that of Fu Siming.
The child trembled with fright, but forced himself to say, "Why are you ignoring me? Don't you think that's very rude?"
Fu Xunzhi glanced at him, picked up the crumpled paper from the ground and placed it in his hand. "Do you think your way of greeting people is polite? Besides, are we that close? Why should I bother with you?"
That arrogant and infuriating tone would have stunned even Fu Siming if he were present.
Fu Xunzhi was still polite. His grandmother took him to a Muay Thai gym, where the instructors taught him a couple of moves.
Looking at the tall, thin boy in front of her, she remembered what Jiang Man had told him: "It's wrong to act recklessly, but if someone bullies you, then we should teach them a lesson!"
His words embarrassed the little boy, and for a moment, it was difficult to back down.
Just then, the break ended, and the teacher walked in to start the lesson, ending the farce.
But the boy remembered it. Fu Xunzhi was so disrespectful to him, and even the beautiful Junjun was chasing after Fu Siming. It was really infuriating!
We must find a way to get back at him.
Fu Xunzhi was unaware that he had been targeted. The children were all listening to their teacher say that a beautiful doctor would be coming to give them a lesson, and everyone was overjoyed, including Fu Xunzhi, who was hiding his smile.
I'll be able to see my mom soon.
After that day, Song Xingyao stopped focusing on Fu Siming and spent her days revising the course plan. The plan was eventually approved within two days of being submitted.
This speed even exceeded my expectations.
The Municipal Education Bureau invited Song Xingyao over, only to discover that the child psychology expert recommended by the dean was actually so young.
The leaders in the conference room all changed their expressions simultaneously, which Song Xingyao quickly noticed.
She confidently stepped forward and gave a trial lecture and presentation, which dispelled the doubts of the group of people in the audience.
After the meeting, someone came up to shake her hand and said, "Dr. Song is truly a young and promising person. She is so young, yet her professional skills are outstanding. Hahahahahahaha."
Song Xingyao politely responded to the leaders' greetings before leaving.
When she returned to Haiyan, Qi Ma wasn't there, but the enticing aroma from the kitchen drew her over.
The one in charge of cooking was Fu Siming, who was wearing a dark black apron that matched his aura quite well.
The white shirt was rolled up to the wrist.
Some uneven small dots are faintly visible.
Noticing the movement behind him, Fu Siming turned around. Perhaps the kitchen was designed to be a little low, because he had been bending over for a long time, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
His gentle tone completely belied the elite aura described in gossip and financial magazines as someone who dominated the business world and whose word was law.
Instead, it gave me a more husbandly feel.
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