Mommy, don't be afraid, I'll bring you blind boxes and scam you out of a wealthy family to

"Next is the parents' speech session. Let's welcome the parent representative from the Marshmallow Class!"

After the host finished her introduction, Mrs. Shen walked gracefully onto the stage, while whispers rippled through the audience.

"The Shen family... she's the one who takes the stage every year."

"I heard they donated a lot of things to the kindergarten."

"This kind of opportunity is a resource exposure opportunity."

Thank you to the kindergarten for the invitation, thank you to the teachers for their hard work, and thank you to everyone for your cooperation...

He went on and on about the respectable things a "successful person" should say.

Just after saying, "Today I'd like to share some insights on family education with you," the microphone suddenly ran out of power.

A staff member jogged over to deliver the new one, apologizing, "I'm sorry, ma'am, we don't know where the spare one is. Please use this one for now; it works just as well."

Mrs. Shen took a look and frowned. The microphone's casing was crooked and looked like it was made of paper, with little crayon flowers drawn on it...

Can these children's handicrafts be used on formal occasions?

What a makeshift operation.

Having no other choice, she continued, "I've always believed that high-quality education comes from..."

As soon as the words were spoken, the microphone base suddenly made a soft "thump".

Her knees also bent uncontrollably.

Some parents nearby couldn't help but chuckle, but quickly suppressed it.

Mrs. Shen nearly twisted her ankle in her high heels. Her face stiffened, assuming it was due to the slippery floor, but she continued to speak calmly:

"...a combined effort from family and school..."

Boom, boom, boom.

The pace started to quicken.

Her speech was gradually broken into disjointed fragments.

"Our Shen family—has always—placed great importance on—"

As she spoke, her body bounced up and down with the microphone, like she was doing warm-up exercises.

Some people at the edge of the lawn were already bowing their heads and trying not to laugh.

The child, not understanding the importance of whispering, asked loudly:

Is that lady dancing?

"Is she here to perform?"

Mrs. Shen's temple throbbed violently.

Even if we don't know exactly what happened, the best course of action is to immediately end the speech and step down.

However, she couldn't stop talking.

"Pay attention to the selection of your social circles—for example—"

Boom!

This time the bounce was even harder than before, and she leaped forward, her voice rising uncontrollably.

"Yes! For example, in our family, we've always been—"

She should have phrased it more tactfully and diplomatically.

What came out of his mouth was: "—We've been trying to get in touch with the Duan family! Although we haven't officially cooperated yet!! But we have a lot of interaction—"

Boom boom boom!

The jumping rhythm suddenly quickened, and she was lifted up slightly.

Her words were already unstoppable:

"Actually, our family hasn't even gotten involved with the Duan family yet—!"

The audience erupted in laughter.

Mrs. Shen's face turned pale instantly, and it was too late to take it back.

Her jumping rhythm suddenly accelerated, and she clearly lost her balance.

The microphone, still crackling like an interrogation device, echoed across the playground:

"I'm actually worried that my husband's suggestion of a possible collaboration is just an overreaction!"

"But in the entire city of Tan, who wouldn't want to climb up the ladder by associating with the Duan family?"

"I just want my daughter—"

She was trembling and tried to turn off the microphone, but the volume only got louder:

"I try so hard to squeeze into different social circles because I'm afraid of being looked down upon!"

"I look down on poor people, but actually I'm incredibly vain!"

The whole place burst into laughter.

Staff tried to maintain order, but it was just too difficult to suppress their laughter.

"Stop!! Turn it off!!" Mrs. Shen was on the verge of a breakdown.

Finally, someone cut off the power.

In front of countless spectators, Mrs. Shen collapsed to the ground, her face pale with shock: "This microphone...there's something wrong with it!"

Laughter rose and fell among the crowd:

"What, can the microphone control your speech now?"

"Hahahaha, were those words you said just now used to blackmail you with the microphone?"

"Hilarious! Blaming everything and everyone else, even the microphone itself—"

"Introducing this will make interrogating prisoners much easier!"

Ignoring Mrs. Shen's embarrassing situation, the staff frantically checked the microphone: "Strange, it was working fine before..."

A teacher nearby chimed in, "Hey, isn't this the one the kid who won the three-legged race made?"

Mrs. Shen was no longer listening to anything that was said after that.

The three-legged race, the champion.

——Wenli!

Seeing her pale face, the staff explained, "I'm so sorry, ma'am, these are props made by the children in their craft activity. It must be a coincidence..."

"Coincidence?" Mrs. Shen almost screamed. "You mean, it's also a coincidence that I embarrassed myself in front of the whole kindergarten today?!"

The staff member was speechless for a moment.

Mrs. Shen wanted to smash the microphone, but it was no use; she couldn't possibly cover everyone's ears and erase their memories.

Every word she had just said felt like a slap across her face.

The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.

This item was originally a prop from another game, used by Wen Li's family. How come it caused such a big problem when it was my turn?

What a coincidence!

It must be that brat!

This seemingly well-behaved little thing has such a wicked heart! It deliberately left this problematic creature behind just to harm itself!

Mrs. Shen became more and more certain as she thought about it, her chest heaving violently, and her eyes almost spitting fire.

When a teacher came over to comfort her, she pushed her away, shouting, "I'm going to file a complaint! I'm going to complain about your kindergarten, how you ganged up on parents—you might as well shut down!!"

After saying that, she covered her face, cried, and ran away.

There was much discussion behind them:

"She cursed people in the group yesterday, and she's causing this trouble today. The world revolves around her, huh?"

"But the park really didn't do a good job, it's kind of embarrassing."

"Alright, alright, let's all keep quiet."

-

Xiao Wenli, on the other side of the playground, was completely unaware of this farce.

After the three-legged race, the teacher asked if the kindergarten could keep the microphone as a souvenir. The little ones happily nodded and attached the opportunity to reuse it.

The little milk group's idea was simple: since the bouncy microphone could help Uncle and Grandma speak their true feelings and make up, it could also help others!

The wish itself is simple and beautiful, but what effect it ultimately has is not something that Pear can decide.

At this moment, the Duan family members were gathered around the little girl, looking at the first prize, which was a panda keychain dressed in a full kindergarten uniform.

Duan Shimi smiled and pinched Wen Li's little face: "Little champion, are you happy?"

Wen Li adored the red panda: "So happy!"

Duan Hetong patted the top of her head: "Tell the kitchen what you want to eat tonight, and we'll give the champion an extra meal."

"Okay~~"

Qin Zhiyuan suddenly said, "How about I cook tonight?"

Duan Shimi asked in surprise, "Mom, you can cook?"

Qin Zhiyuan laughed and scolded, "You silly girl, you used to pester me for this and that every day when we were little, have you already forgotten?"

Duan Hetong chuckled, "Alright, it's been a long time since I've tasted Mom's cooking. What would you like to make? Let the kitchen prepare the ingredients in advance."

Duan Xianchen didn't say anything. Whatever they ate or chose at home, Li Bao would definitely be the first choice.

However, Qin Zhiyuan turned to him with a smile: "What would you like to eat, Chenchen? How about spicy beef rice?"

Duan Xianchen was taken aback.

This was his favorite dish when he was a child. Whenever this was served at a meal, no matter what other delicacies were on the table, they would not catch the eye of Young Master Duan.

It's been many years since I last ate this.

The top lawyer, who could speak eloquently in court, stumbled when he opened his mouth: "Pear, will it be spicy...?"

Wen Li quickly waved her little hands, her voice still sweet and childish: "Li Bao can eat it! It's not spicy!"

She then tugged at Qin Zhiyuan's hand and pleaded, "Grandma, eat this! Pear Baby wants some too!"

The little guy has gone to such lengths to pave the way, so of course the adults can't refuse.

Duan Xianchen took a deep breath: "Then this one will do." Then he looked at Qin Zhiyuan, "Mom, thank you for your help."

Qin Zhiyuan smiled and nodded, her eyes filled with tenderness as she looked at her children and grandchildren.

Wen Li hugged the little panda and secretly asked in her heart: [Chirp chirp, have Uncle and Grandma made up?]

[Chirp! You can say that! Little Pear, your main quest is already 40% complete, keep it up! 200000 points and a Mommy meet-and-greet are waiting for you!]

The milk dumpling's eyes are curved.

That's great!

-

Mrs. Shen cried all the way home.

Her makeup was ruined from crying, her hair, which she had carefully styled for two hours, was a mess, and her haute couture suit and handbag were covered in dust.

Shen Yaya followed behind, and although she had also suffered "grievances" from Wen Li, she dared not utter a single word.

Upon entering the house, Mr. Shen was on the phone. Seeing his wife crying like this, he frowned.

But he waited until they finished discussing business before asking, "What happened? Weren't we supposed to be at Ya Ya's kindergarten?"

Finally, someone showed concern, and Mrs. Shen's tears flowed even more fiercely: "Husband! Someone is deliberately trying to harm me!"

Boss Shen's face darkened: "What do you mean? Explain yourself clearly."

"It was Ya Ya's country bumpkin classmate! They, their whole family ganged up on me!"

She sobbed as she recounted the events, embellishing the story and making it completely different: Wen Li's parents had switched the microphone, framed her, and the kindergarten had even protected the Wen family.

"That little girl named Wen Li, so young yet so vicious!" she gritted her teeth. "And her parents must be involved too!"

Boss Shen asked, "Who is this child?"

"What kind of background could he have? I've checked everything, just an ordinary person, no connections whatsoever!" Mrs. Shen sobbed. "Husband, I've never suffered such injustice in my entire life... You have no idea how many people were laughing at me from below the stage..."

"A commoner like you dares to ride roughshod over me?" Boss Shen slammed his cup down on the table. "Does he really think there are no rules in Tan City anymore?"

Mrs. Shen pulled her daughter into her arms, adding fuel to the fire: "You know, our little darling used to be very popular at kindergarten, but ever since that Wen Li came, she's been instigating other classmates to bully Ya Ya! They don't play with Ya Ya anymore..."

Shen Yaya shed a few tears at just the right moment and cried to her father.

Boss Shen was even more furious: "Fine, fine, since the parents can't teach their child, then I'll teach him for them—tomorrow, after I've met with the leaders of the Duan Group, I'll personally go to the kindergarten, find their parents, and apologize to you and your daughter in person!"