Transmigrated into a wealthy family's stepmother, I raised the villain into a sweet child.

As soon as Jinxi entered the house, she received a call from Zhou Linxu.

She glanced at Yang Hongyan and Jin Dahai. The two of them started acting as soon as they entered the door. Their family had run a martial arts school for decades, and they knew how to handle things at a glance.

Jinxi answered the phone: "Xiaoxu, what's wrong?"

Zhou Linxu omitted the main reason Zhang Lin came to see him and simply recounted the events.

Jinxi glanced at her parents, then walked out of the martial arts gym again, saying, "Okay, I understand. I'll keep an eye on Zanzan."

Zhou Linxu sighed on the other end of the line. Jin Xi thought for a moment and said, "But this can't go on forever. Let's talk about it when we meet tonight."

Zhou Linxu responded with a "okay," and then asked, "Have you arrived?"

Jin Xi slightly curled the corners of her lips: "President Zhou, isn't it a bit late to ask now? Aren't you afraid that my parents heard me in the car just now?"

Zhou Linxu said, "Even if Mom and Dad heard it, they wouldn't say anything."

In fact, he could tell from Jinxi's tone that she was answering the phone alone.

Jin Xi scoffed, "Don't give me that crap. You just figured out I'm alone right now, didn't you?"

Zhou Linxu's muffled laughter came from the phone, and Jin Xi unconsciously moved the phone a little further away from her ear.

Laugh, laugh, all you do is laugh! Humph!

But jokes aside, business still needs to be arranged: "After thinking about it, it would be best to desensitize him."

Zhou Linxu asked in confusion, "Desensitization?"

"Yes, let him know that if someone says something like that, they're lying to him," Jinxi said. "But I haven't figured out how to do it yet, let's talk about it later. Zhang Lin can't get into kindergarten anyway."

Zhou Jiansheng couldn't take her away last time, and Zhang Lin wants to take her away again? She's dreaming.

Moreover, besides kindergarten, Zan Zan is always by her side, and now with Yang Hongyan and Jin Dahai added to the mix, it's even more impossible for Zhang Lin to get close.

"Okay." Zhou Linxu breathed a sigh of relief. "Then you can get back to work."

Jinxi hummed in agreement: "You're busy too, bye-bye."

Zhou Linxu whispered, "Bye-bye."

After hanging up the phone, Jinxi pursed her lips, her mind preoccupied with something, but once inside, she returned to normal.

Compared to Jin Xi and Zhou Linxu's working days, Zhou Yanqian's time at the kindergarten was even more exciting.

Father's Day is coming soon.

Teacher Orange asked the children to draw a beautiful picture, and then give it to their fathers when they got home.

Today's main tasks are eating, drinking, having fun, and drawing.

Furthermore, every child who finishes drawing today will receive two small red flowers.

Zhou Yanqian was looking at the blank drawing paper, holding a crayon in his hand. Ten minutes had passed, and he had only drawn a sun; he hadn't drawn anything else.

Zhengzheng turned around, looked at his drawing, and asked, "Zanzan, can't you draw? I can teach you! I'm really good at drawing; my mommy even says I have a super talent for art!"

Zhou Yanqian snapped out of his daze, glanced at him indifferently, and calmly uttered three words: "Conspicuous bag."

I've always been an eye-catching bag since I was a child.

Zhengzheng chuckled and said, "I'll show you my painting!"

He immediately picked up the drawing paper on his table. He had already drawn more than half of it. Zhengzheng had drawn a family of three in the park.

Zhou Yanqian glanced at it with slight disdain. How ugly!

Although the lines are still relatively smooth, they are just as ugly as the ones he drew when he was older.

But Zhengzheng still asked, "Zanzan, is it pretty?"

Zhou Yanqian was about to say "super ugly," but after meeting Zhengzheng's bright eyes, he swallowed the words and said indifferently, "It's alright."

Zhengzheng pouted unhappily: "Zanzan, if you're going to say it looks good, you can't just say it's okay."

Zhou Yanqian raised an eyebrow: "Why? I'm going to say it's alright."

Zhengzheng said, "Then I won't praise your painting later either; I'll just say it's alright!"

Zhou Yanqian couldn't help but laugh: "Childish."

Why is he talking so much to a child?

Zhengzheng glanced at him sideways, then turned away angrily and continued drawing in silence.

Distracted by Gu Mingzheng, Zhou Yanqian snapped out of his reverie, picked up his crayons again, and slowly began to draw.

However, these pens were really disobedient to him. He clearly wanted to draw a square, but it was crooked and uneven. He pouted unhappily and could only make do with it.

The painting was still not finished by noon, but lunch was about to be served.

Today's lunch is Orleans chicken drumsticks, mashed potatoes, tomato beef brisket, stir-fried lettuce, and a glass of red milk.

Zhou Yanqian was very satisfied with today's lunch; even the vegetables were his favorite lettuce.

Moreover, the milk was slightly chilled. Kindergartens always do this; they don't give children iced milk. They only put it in the refrigerator and let it sit for fifteen minutes before giving it to them.

Oh well, I guess I'll just have to make do.

Zhou Yanqian remembered those four exorbitantly priced milk teas again. He decided to drink this one instead, since at least Xiao Xu and Xiao Xi would pay for it.

Zan Zan has been "ripped off" by exorbitantly priced milk tea and is now feeling quite anxious.

Just as he was about to take a sip of milk and begin to enjoy his delicious lunch, Zhengzheng turned around and took the milk away from him.

Zhou Yanqian asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Zhengzheng said, "Zanzan, I'm very thirsty and would like to drink your milk."

Zhou Yanqian was speechless: "Don't you already have one?"

Zhengzheng showed his empty cup and grinned at Zanzan: "Hehe, I'm done drinking."

Zhou Yanqian sighed: "You drink it."

Anyway, he's not thirsty right now.

Zhengzheng said, "Thank you for your praise. I will definitely praise your painting as the best painting this afternoon."

That sounds like a bribe.

Zhou Yanqian began to enjoy the mashed potatoes when Teacher Ju hurriedly entered the classroom.

She rushed to Zan Zan's table, her eyes quickly scanning it, and asked, "Zan Zan, where's your milk?"

Zhou Yanqian pointed to the chubby boy in front of him: "Zhengzheng was thirsty, so I gave him some."

Teacher Orange squatted down, letting out a half-hearted sigh of relief, and then asked, "Did you drink any?"

Zhou Yanqian shook his head: "He took it before I even drank it."

Ms. Orange was completely relieved. She said, "I'll pour you a glass of orange juice. Don't drink this milk."

Zhou Yanqian didn't understand: "Why?"

"There are peanuts in this, you might be allergic to it." Teacher Orange patted his head. "You eat it first, I'll get you some orange juice."

At noon today, another teacher was watching the children eat, while Teacher Orange went to patrol the cafeteria and happened to see the cafeteria lady making red bean and peanut milk. When she asked, she found out that this was the only drink available today.

Although each child's allergens were registered, Teacher Orange's heart was still pounding, and she rushed back.

But she didn't expect the small class meals to be served so quickly. She was almost scared to death just now. Luckily, she didn't eat any.

This is the first time I've ever been so grateful for Zhengzheng's gluttony.

Teacher Orange mentioned it to the other teachers, and Teacher Butterfly, who was watching over the mealtime today, was also startled: "I thought it was just red bean milk."

There were no children in the class who were allergic to red beans, and Teacher Butterfly didn't think much of it. Little did she know that there were peanuts in it, which almost led to a big mistake.

Teacher Orange poured orange juice for Zan Zan and patted his head: "Eat up, if you don't have enough orange juice, Teacher Butterfly will pour you another half cup."

Zhou Yanqian said "Oh," he hadn't expected there to be peanuts in it, and thought it would taste pretty good. If Zhengzheng hadn't finished his, he would have had some too.

As he thought this, his gaze unconsciously fell upon Zhengzheng, who was sitting in front of him, and he felt something was off.

Zhengzheng would never ask him for milk normally, what a coincidence today.

Teacher Orange left, and just then, Zhengzheng turned around again, showing his white little teeth, and asked without any embarrassment, "Zanzan, can I have another drink of your juice?"

Zhou Yanqian: ...

Turns out he was just craving it!