Feng Yu brought Huo Tong home. Huo Yingdong had already finished get off work and was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. When he saw the two of them come in, he called out to Huo Tong.
"Tongtong, how have you been doing at school lately?" He put down his newspaper and spoke with an air of superiority.
Huo Tong glanced at Feng Yu, then stammered:
"Dad, I did very well, I can do math now."
The daycare centers run by government agencies are different from those run by companies; they are more like kindergartens, where the teachers actually teach, and they teach in greater depth.
When they are five or six years old, they will learn Chinese Pinyin and arithmetic, and recite ancient poems and the like.
Previously, Fok Ying-tung had not paid much attention to his studies, but recently there was a family banquet organized by an organization, which asked people to bring their families and children. As the eldest son, Fok Tong naturally had to be brought along, as he did not want his son to lose face in front of others.
When he heard his son say that he could do math, his eyes lit up. He then beckoned his son to his side and casually asked him a math problem.
Since Huo Yingdong took him home, Huo Tong had never experienced his embrace before, and this was the first time he had been so close to him.
Unfortunately, he tried counting on his fingers for a long time but still couldn't figure out the answer.
Fok Ying-tung shoved Fok Tong aside, cursed him as a "good-for-nothing," and then launched into a tirade against Feng Yu:
"How have you raised this child? He can't even do such simple arithmetic. You need to teach him properly these next few days, or you won't be able to take him out in public!"
Then, he got up angrily, kicked a small stool next to him in a huff, and went into the study with his hands on his hips.
Feng Yu looked at the overturned stool on the ground, her eyes filled with resentment.
This resentment had been building up since the beginning of their marriage, and it had reached the point of exploding when they met Lu Wanqing again today.
She was unwilling to accept it. How could it be that when she exposed Zhao Xiaolan and Han Dongsheng's photos to the newspaper, Lu Wanqing gained a powerful uncle who not only suppressed her father but also caused the Feng family to lose face?
Feng's father was certain he would never recover in his official career. Fortunately, he had an old friendship with someone, and just then, Huo Yingdong's illegitimate child was exposed, so she became his backup, which gave her the opportunity to enter the Huo family.
The Huo family's power is well-known in Beijing's social circles. His father held high-ranking positions, and he himself went directly into the textile department after graduation.
However, apart from giving her the title of Mrs. Fok, Fok Ying-tung did not give her any real warmth. On the contrary, because of what she had done to Lu Wanqing, he always spoke coldly to her.
At this moment, the nanny came out carrying her daughter, Huo Jie. The two-year-old child ran over, kicked her little legs, and jumped into her arms, happily calling out "Mommy."
This is her own child!
Why should that good-for-nothing Huo Tong attend the banquet instead of bringing Jie Jie along?
She was unwilling, but she had no choice but to comply, otherwise her situation in the Huo family would become even more difficult.
The next day, Feng Yuyao went shopping with a few of her girlfriends, wanting to buy herself a new outfit for an evening banquet.
Buying clothes is secondary; the key is that she enjoys being surrounded by other wives.
The humiliation suffered from Fok Ying-tung was diluted by the flattering words of these wives.
For men, all they care about is bringing money home. What's love and affection compared to dressing up?
A group of people took a three-wheeled vehicle to Wangfujing. They hadn't gone far when they saw the clothing store run by Lin Chunhua.
"I heard this store is newly opened and has very novel clothing styles. We should pick out a few pieces," a lady said excitedly.
Under Lin Chunhua's warm greeting at the door, the group filed in without looking to the side.
For them, buying several pieces of clothing costing twenty yuan a month is no problem at all.
The head of the household earns over a hundred dollars on the surface, and even more on the side. With the wives competing with each other, they're like bees to honey, unable to look away.
"Wow, these clothes are so fashionable! I've seen them on videotapes; they're the most popular styles in Hong Kong."
A woman holding the clothes designed by Lu Wanqing exclaimed with delight, her arrogance upon entering the room completely gone.
Lin Chunhua walked over and greeted her with a smile:
"Madam has excellent taste. These are newly arrived items, and there are only a few left."
"Really? Then I'll take more!" the lady said quickly, as if afraid someone would snatch it away.
The other wives, not to be outdone, each reached out and picked up an item, saying with a smile:
“You can’t wear several pieces at once, so share them with us.”
The other wives were fine, but since Feng Yu said it with a half-scolding smile, she felt embarrassed to refuse.
She didn't want to offend Feng Yu.
Several people took the clothes to try on, and everyone was very satisfied. When it was Feng Yu's turn to try on the clothes, the tag on her neck lightly scratched her. She glanced at the tag angrily and then realized that the brand of the clothes was called 'Wenwan'.
Isn't this Lu Wanqing's self-created clothing brand?
Clothing supplied to the film and television industry in Hong Kong.
I never expected Lu Wanqing to open a clothing store here!
Without a second's hesitation, Feng Yu tore half of the clothing brand label off the collar, then deliberately left a scratch on her neck before coming out of the fitting room.
Lin Chunhua was waiting outside for her to come out, a smile on her face, when Feng Yu threw a piece of clothing at her face.
"What kind of shoddy clothes did you make? They scratched the back of my neck. What are you going to do about it?"
Lin Chunhua grabbed the clothes with a suspicious look, examining them from all angles, and sure enough, she saw the tag that was half loose.
Logically speaking, she inspected every piece of clothing in the store before hanging it up, so this situation shouldn't have occurred. However, she remembered what Lu Wanqing had said: no matter what the situation, customer experience should be the priority, and even if it meant taking a loss, she shouldn't let things escalate.
"Madam, don't worry, the clothes were damaged because I didn't check them properly. There are a few brand new ones in the storeroom, I can get them for you now," Lin Chunhua quickly said.
Feng Yu was deliberately picking a fight, so how could he possibly give in so easily? Pointing to his own neck, he shouted:
"Just give me a new one and that's it? Look at this, my skin is probably all chafed!"
Several ladies gathered around and indeed saw a scratch, red but not broken.
"It's really popular now, but the quality of your clothes is terrible!" Several ladies collectively protested.
Lin Chunhua was panicking inside, but she forced herself to remain calm on the surface.
"Madam, I'm so sorry. How about I accompany you to the hospital, or I can compensate you for your medical expenses? I'll also give you a new dress."
Seeing that a few people were peeking over to watch the commotion, she had no choice but to let it go.
The ladies all thought Lin Chunhua's idea was good; losing money and getting a free dress was already a great deal.
Feng Yu glared at her with a ferocious expression and said in a voice that was almost splitting his legs:
"Either call the owner of this brand over and apologize to me in person, or you kneel down and apologize to me. You choose one!"
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