Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales
And heâll make her pay today.
Ye Niannian saw that he was glaring at Ye Sang, and Ye Niannian immediately rolled his eyes unhappily, âWhat are you looking at? Is my woman someone you can look at?â
Ms. Liu: â...â
This bunch of naughty children really need to be corrected.
âEnough. All of you, shut it.â Ms. Liu sighed as she touched her forehead. She waved at the little girl and softened her voice, âCome here, good Sangsang.â
âCome to me.â
Ye Sang ran into Ms. Liuâs arms and tears in her eyes finally rolled down at the warmth of a woman.
âMommy...â
âSangsang misses mommy...â
She sobbed as she buried her head in Ms. Liuâs arms and Ms. Liu felt her heart falling apart.
âDonât cry baby, Iâm here.â The woman wiped her tears away and knew that she was truly upset.
The little thing grabbed her clothes and sniffed, forcing her tears back and stopped crying.
Ms. Liu knew that she was easy to comfort and sighed slightly when she stopped crying.
She stood up with a stern face and looked at the three boys with swollen faces, feeling upset that they failed to meet her expectation, âYou are definitely the worst class Iâve had!â
Ye Niannian mumbled, âMiss, you will have to take the next worst class after we graduate.â
They go on and on every day without an end.
Ms. Liu rolled her eyes at him.
âLetâs go.â She breathed deeply and led the four turnip heads to the teacherâs office, âFine, fight, but it just has to be the exact same people.ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âYe Niannian, Su Ruirui. You two are quite the guys, arenât you?â
These two were the naughtiest in the class and now they fought with Zhao Yuan again.
Whenever Ms. Liu saw them, her head started to hurt.
The womanâs tender hands held the little girlâs tiny hands as headed out first, the three boys exchanging a glance with each other. None of them wanted to let each other go first.
Zhao Yuanyuan was annoyed and because he was fat, he squeezed Ye Niannian into the corner.
Su Ruirui quickly pulled him back.
Seeing that Zhao Yuan was crashing into the wall, Ye Niannian quivered and thought that he would be flat had Zhao Yuan fell on him.
He pouted angrily and kicked Zhao Yuanâs butt.
...
On the way to the teacherâs office, the boys continued to kick and hit each other. When they finally arrived, the boysâ hair and clothes were a huge mess.
Ms. Liu brought them inside, and Mrs. Zhao, who was talking to Ms. Xu saw a swollen Zhao Yuan and widened her eyes.
âHow did this happen?â The woman shrieked.
She dashed forward and cupped Zhao Yuanâs fat face, feeling hurt.
Ms. Liu smiled awkwardly and explained to the other childrenâs parents, âThese children had a fight...â
A few children fought and they canât judge whoâs right or wrong, could they?
Mr. Zhao stood up and saw the wounds on his baby boyâs face, frowning unhappily, âWhat do you mean by childrenâs fight? My son got beaten up like this and you are telling me itâs just children fighting?â
He glared at Ye Sang and the others, interrogating coldly.
Under his dadâs death glare, Ye Niannian straightened his neck, âItâs not called a fight!â
Su Ruirui also struggled for the last time before his death, âExactly! Itâs clearly us two beating his damn fatty one-sidedly!â
Ms Liu: â...â
She couldnât help but question her life.
Whatâs wrong with kids nowadays?
âYou...â Mrs. Zhao hugged her child and widened her eyes in fury, âHow could you say that?â
âHow did your father raise up a mannerless...â Her fingers trembled as she scolded, but before she could speak, Mr. Yeâs face also fell.
His family had been a family with a literary reputation. Although Ye Niannian was naughty at his age, he wasnât an unreasonable child either.
When he heard that these children fought, Mr. Ye never believed that his child started it first.
âMadam Zhao.â Mr. Yeâs face turned dark first, âThe children fought, shouldnât you ask what happened before defending your child?â
âYou are calling us mannerless but I really donât see where your manners are.â
Mrs. Zhao saw that it was the Ye familyâs head, and her arrogant flames slowly extinguished.
Although the Zhao family had some capital because of the mining mountain in Salt city, just like what Huo Yao said, it belonged to the country. They didnât have the guts to start extraction.
They would be seeking their own death if they did.
Mr. Zhao frowned. Of course he knew that all the children here were either wealthy or noble, none of their parents were easy to deal with.
âThen he...â Mrs. Zhao didnât want to give up and pointed at Su Ruirui, but he pouted and threw him into his dadâs arms with a loud âwahâ and accused, âSheâs bullying me!â
The Su family was also quite a character in the upper class, Mrs. Zhaoâs face became pale at the sight of him.
She bit her lips, knowing that she can only pick on the weakest, she immediately shifted her glance to Ye Sang.
The little thing just finished crying and the red scratch marks on her face were exceptionally obvious on her pale face.
Shen Chuchen leaned back on the couch lazily. He almost fell asleep from the teacherâs chatterings and he put a magazine over his face, looking like he didnât care about what happened.
When he was fast asleep, a little milky ball flew into his arms.
Shen Chuchen opened his eyes slightly and hugged the little thing, planning to go back to sleep as he yawned.
But before he could finish thinking, a womanâs sharp voice sounded.
âMy Yuanyuan canât have just gotten beaten up for no reason, can he?â Mrs. Zhaoâs voice was sharp and asked with Zhao Yuan in her arms: âHow did you start the fight?â
Fight?
Shen Chuchen opened his eyes lazily and his forehead throbbed furiously.
The man sat up and stopped sitting as if he didnât have any bones. His peach blossom-like eyes were raised slightly, and his glance towards Mrs. Zhao sent chills up her spine.
Mrs. Zhao secretly pinched her palm and thought:
Who knows which corner this man popped out from, she shouldnât be scared at all.
She had seen people from the Su and Ye family, but the man looked like he was living off a woman despite his good looks.
Shen Chuchen immediately noticed the obvious scratch mark on the little thingâs face and a chilliness flashed across his eyes. He pulled his lips up and sneered, âYou fought?â
The little thingâs voice was as tiny as a fly, âMhm...â