Chapter 88: Call Your Guardian

Chapter 88: Call Your Guardian

"Listen to your teacher while you're at school," Wan Heqi said as he helped Wan Chong put on his newly arrived backpack. He patted the small backpack and recited the contents of the parenting guide he had read overnight: "Getting along with classmates takes skill. Listen to their opinions and learn to be good at making friends!"

Wan Chong remained silent for a moment before softly asking, "Does that mean I should listen and follow the rules?"

Wan Heqi glanced at the documents he needed to handle today and nodded, "Exactly."

"I’ll listen and follow the rules," Wan Chong said obediently. "Uncle Wan, who’s going to cook for you when I’m not here?"

"What are you talking about?" Wan Heqi frowned. "I’m a grown adult. I can take care of myself, you know? You don't need to worry about that. Just focus on your studies at school, and wait for me to pick you up."

Wan Chong thought for a moment and then said, "I can help with a lot of chores, Uncle Wan. I’m really helpful."

Wan Heqi noticed that Wan Chong kept bringing up how useful he was, almost like he was obsessed with proving his worth.

The parenting guide said that if a child acts unusual, it’s important to talk to them right away.

So he asked, "Do you have something on your mind?"

Wan Chong thought for a while and said, "Uncle Wan, there's a question I've been thinking about for a long time, but I can't find an answer. Mom always said that kids who aren’t useful get thrown away. I’m really helpful. I did everything she told me to, so why did she leave me anyway?"

Wan Heqi didn’t know what to say. After all, he wasn't Yexue and couldn't understand her way of thinking.

Seeing that Wan Heqi remained silent for a long time, Wan Chong spoke up, "If you don’t want me, where am I supposed to go?"

Wan Heqi paused for a moment, then pinched Wan Chong's little cheek, "You’re such a good kid. Why would I ever leave you?"

"I know Uncle Wan didn’t really want to look after me," Wan Chong shook his head and said sincerely, "But I want to stay with you, Uncle Wan, so I’ll do whatever you say."

Wan Chong didn’t sound like a typical six-year-old. Wan Heqi was surprised by how perceptive Wan Chong was. His eyes were clearer and more honest than most grown-ups’.

Wan Chong could tell Wan Heqi wasn’t sure about him at first, and he could feel how his own mother looked down on him and used him.

Yet he put up with it quietly, trying to act like a grown-up so he wouldn’t be left behind.

But deep down, he was still just a little kid.

Seeing that Wan Heqi remained silent, Wan Chong tilted his head and reminded him, "Uncle Wan, I’ll be late for school if we don’t hurry."

Wan Heqi snapped back to reality and took Wan Chong’s hand, heading to the hovercar.

He didn’t have an answer for Wan Chong.

Wan Heqi tightened his grip on Wan Chong's hand. It reminded him of when he was little and felt just as lost.

What had he yearned for most back then?

Maybe it was just—someone who loved him no matter what.

"Don't worry, I'll come to pick you up," Wan Heqi said. "I promise."

Wan Chong seemed to relax, squinting his eyes with a smile, "Then I'll be good at school too!"

The two made an unspoken agreement. Wan Heqi watched Wan Chong's back as he walked into the school, then turned and returned to the hovercar.

He wasn’t as focused at work today as he usually was. However, Fengyue Entertainment was already on the right track. After Shen Zhixue took over, things gradually improved, and he didn't need to expend too much energy to handle official duties.

Wan Heqi set an alarm clock so he wouldn’t forget to pick up Wan Chong.

He ended up not needing the alarm clock because he kept checking the time every five minutes, worried he might be late and make Wan Chong anxious.

When the time came, Wan Heqi hurriedly got ready and went to Wan Chong’s school.

And Wan Chong had a surprise waiting for him.

"What? Fighting? Who did Wan Chong get into a fight with?" Faced with the teacher’s accusation, Wan Heqi was taken aback. "Could there be some misunderstanding here? Wan Chong has always been a well-behaved child and would never hit anyone!"

The teacher shoved the injured child forward, pointing at the slap mark on his face, and said, "See for yourself! The mark is still there! How am I supposed to explain this to his parents?"

Wan Chong stood behind Wan Heqi, calm and unapologetic.

Seeing this, the teacher grew even angrier. "He hit someone, and I told him to apologize. Isn’t that the right thing to do?! But look at him—does he look sorry to you?!"

Wan Chong insisted, "I didn’t do anything wrong."

The teacher retorted, "So, you’re saying you didn’t cause that injury?"

Wan Chong shook his head. "I hit him."

"Then how can you claim you did nothing wrong? Hitting someone is never okay!" The teacher’s face turned red with anger.

"Uncle Wan said I should always listen to what my classmates have to say," Wan Chong said calmly. "This classmate dared me to hit him, so I did. I was just following instructions. Uncle Wan, did I do wrong?"

Wan Heqi asked, "What did he say to you?"

Wan Chong repeated word by word: "He said I have no guts. I asked him what that meant, and he said it means I have no parents. I said that’s not true, I have a mom, and I have Uncle Wan. He said if I had guts, I would hit him."

Wan Chong frowned. "I don’t get why having guts means I have to hit him, but Uncle Wan said to listen, so I did."

The chubby boy who got hit crouched in the corner, quietly sobbing.

The teacher was momentarily speechless. "Even then, hitting someone is never okay! Sir, your child is so young and already acting out violently. Don’t you think you should discipline him?"

Wan Heqi blinked. "Discipline him for what? Wan Chong’s just being obedient!"

"You! Is this how obedience is supposed to be?!" The teacher was extremely frustrated with both of them. "Even the adults here don’t know right from wrong. No wonder the kid’s like this!"

Wan Chong didn’t understand what he’d done wrong, but when the teacher started scolding Wan Heqi too, he instinctively stepped up to defend him.

"Teacher, Uncle Wan hasn’t been raising me for long. It’s my fault."

Wan Heqi glanced at Wan Chong, then at the teacher, adjusted his glasses, and said, "I don’t think he did anything wrong. He was just following instructions. What’s wrong with being obedient? If you want to talk about kids’ attitudes, I can write up a research proposal on the topic and discuss it with you later. How’s that?"

The teacher felt like she was dealing with two lunatics today. "I can’t communicate with you! Is there anyone normal in your family? Call someone who can communicate normally!"

Wan Heqi shook his head. "He and I are both orphans."

The teacher: "..."

Wan Chong raised his hand. "I know, teacher, I know who is normal!"

The teacher: "Call him over!!"

Half an hour later, Jiang Huizhou sat in the office, lifting his eyelids to look around, and said, "So, this is why you called me over?"

Wan Chong and Wan Heqi sat side by side on a bench, Wan Chong nodding seriously.

Jiang Huizhou never expected that being called to school as a parent would happen to him.

He was just a year older than Wan Heqi.

After listening to the details, Jiang Huizhou nodded and said, "I understand, I'll handle this matter."

The homeroom teacher sat down, cleared her throat, and said, "Actually, it's just a little squabble between kids, nothing too serious. As long as Wan Chong apologizes to the classmate, and I can explain it to the parents, that should be enough."

Jiang Huizhou looked up: "No, why should he apologize?"

The homeroom teacher's face froze.

Jiang Huizhou raised his hand: "Get your principal to talk to me."

The homeroom teacher paused: "There's no need to involve the principal..."

"I want to discuss joining the school board," Jiang Huizhou said bluntly. "I'm willing to invest two million to join the school board."

The homeroom teacher: "?"

Huh?

"The condition is that the student leaves the school," Jiang Huizhou said nonchalantly. "Is that okay?"

The homeroom teacher: "..."

Like hell it is!!!

Is there anyone sane in this family?!

The homeroom teacher clutched her heart: "Get someone from your family who can talk sense!"

Jiang Huizhou thought for a moment: "Fine, I'll call my lawyer."

The homeroom teacher: "..."

Wan Chong whispered: "Let's call Uncle Shen—he's great at reasoning!"

Wan Heqi nodded, he also thought that Madam could surely persuade with reason!

Jiang Huizhou twirled his communicator, raised an eyebrow, and said: "Fine."

So as soon as Shen Zhixue finished his rehearsal, he received a call from Wan Chong.

He answered the phone and was surprised to hear Wan Chong's voice. Since Yexue went to prison, he really hadn't paid attention to Wan Chong's situation.

"Come to school?" Shen Zhixue frowned after hearing Wan Chong say he needed a parent. He quickly packed up his things and said, "Which school? Wait for me, I'll be there soon."

Wan Chong was surprised—Shen Zhixue didn't even ask why.

He thought he'd have to beg Shen Zhixue to agree.

When Shen Zhixue arrived at the school, he saw Wan Heqi, Wan Chong, and Jiang Huizhou sitting side by side in the teacher's office.

Especially Jiang Huizhou, who sat in an ordinary chair like he was about to buy the whole school.

Before he could ask why Jiang Huizhou and Wan Heqi were here, the homeroom teacher asked warily, "Are you here to buy the school too?"

Shen Zhixue replied, "Not exactly."

After hearing the whole story, he frowned and said, "Shouldn't it be this student who should apologize to Wan Chong?"

The teacher's face turned livid with anger: "The one who started the fight should apologize!"

Shen Zhixue nodded and said, "Wan Chong, come over and apologize."

Wan Chong glanced at his brother, Wan Heqi, then walked over and said respectfully, "Teacher, I'm sorry."

The teacher nodded in satisfaction and strutted arrogantly, "The person you should apologize to is not me."

Wan Chong obediently apologized to the child who was hit: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you."

The teacher's eyebrows shot up in anger: "You—!"

Shen Zhixue looked at her coldly, then slapped the teacher across the face!

A sharp, resounding slap echoed.

Everyone was completely stunned.

"Oh," Shen Zhixue raised an eyebrow, shaking his sore hand, and sighed, "My bad. Wan Chong just apologized to you, and I thought that apology shouldn't be in vain. Wan Chong is just a kid; a slap wouldn't hurt him much. No worries, I'll take the hit for him. I pack a punch, and it really hurts."