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

The little dumpling, with its short legs, darted over quickly, like a little penguin, and pounced into Duan Hetong's arms.

Duan Hetong picked her up and tidied her messy hair, his movements practiced and skillful.

The little dumpling's eyes sparkled: "Why are you here so early, Baba?"

Duan Hetong smiled: "I missed Li Bao so much that I came early."

The father and daughter here are having a heartwarming time.

The color had completely drained from Boss Shen's face.

The principal then cleared his throat at just the right moment: "Mr. Shen, I forgot to introduce you—"

"This is the father of Wenli, whom you wish to meet."

Boom—

A bolt of lightning split Boss Shen into eight pieces.

His vision went black, his ears were ringing, and various images were flashing wildly through his mind.

"I understand, Mr. Duan's work is important."

"Please continue to take care of me in the future."

"A whole family of country bumpkins! Troublemakers!"

— "Fire him!"

Every boastful word spoken in the past has now become a boomerang, piercing deep into flesh and blood.

Mr. Shen's back was soaked with cold sweat.

No, that's not right...

How could Duan Hetong be Wen Li's father?

Aren't the Wen family ordinary people?

Mrs. Shen turned deathly pale and instinctively gripped her husband's sleeve to prevent herself from fainting.

The couple exchanged a glance, both seeing panic and a deeper despair in each other's eyes.

Duan Hetong never looked at them from beginning to end.

He gently patted his daughter's back, his voice gentle but deep: "Tell me, what happened?"

The little dumpling wrapped her arms around her father's neck, trying hard to organize her thoughts: "Auntie and Uncle are very angry... 'Ouch—!' That's what Pear Baby said."

"But!" Her eyes sparkled, "The teacher is protecting Li Bao! And Qiu Qiu, and Xiao Yu, and..."

She counted on her little fingers, one by one: "So many children protected Pear Baby."

Towards the end, she added a little shyly, "Everyone loves Pear Baby, and Pear Baby loves everyone too!"

Not a single complaint was filed.

Instead, it brought tears to the eyes of the teachers in the classroom.

Duan Hetong ruffled her long hair, then looked up at Teacher Zhang and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

Teacher Zhang was taken aback.

I originally thought that someone of Mr. Duan's stature would definitely question, get angry, or even hold someone accountable for his daughter's suffering such a great injustice.

But the first thing he said was thank you.

Indeed, the kind of parents you raise will determine the kind of children you raise—and vice versa.

Teacher Zhang told Duan Hetong everything that had happened in the past few days.

"Today... several children were so frightened they cried." Teacher Zhang said, her voice filled with heartache.

As soon as he finished speaking, a little girl raised her hand: "Uncle!"

Duan Hetong looked down at her.

The little girl mustered her courage: "Wenwen didn't bully Shen Yaya; Shen Yaya said some very mean things first!"

Another child quickly chimed in, "Lili, please find me some crayons!"

"She's playing with dolls with me."

"Pear Baby is the best!"

"I also like to hug Xiaoli~"

The classroom, which had just quieted down, suddenly became lively again.

A group of little dumplings eagerly spoke of all the good things about Wenli, afraid of being too slow in their praise.

Duan Hetong looked at the shy little guy being praised, feeling both surprised and gratified.

I was worried that she wouldn't be used to kindergarten life and wouldn't be able to get along with the other children.

Have I made so many good friends without even realizing it?

Mr. Shen finally came to his senses and stepped forward with a forced smile: "Uncle Tong, I understand now, it's all a misunderstanding! It was just the kids having a little tiff, and we parents were just a bit anxious..."

He quickly ran out of things to say.

Because Duan Hetong didn't even look at him.

He'd rather engage in nonsensical conversations with the little ones than spare a glance for him.

It's as if he doesn't exist at all.

Boss Shen's forehead was covered in sweat, which streamed down his face.

The person who was just banging on the cabinet and yelling was now bent over.

"Master Tong, you also have a daughter, you know what it feels like to love your daughter dearly..."

As he was talking, he nudged his wife.

Mrs. Shen realized what was happening and forced a stiff smile: "Yes, yes, they're just kids, they're just playing around..."

Her smile looked worse than a grimace.

In front of so many people, she said that Wen Li's parents were poor and stingy.

Now she realizes it.

She was not hurling insults at anyone else, but at the very pinnacle of Tan City—the entire Duan family!

As Mrs. Shen's legs went weak, Shen Yaya stared blankly at everything.

In her heart, her father has always been the most powerful person. Her mother has also said that no one in the entire kindergarten dares to disrespect their family.

But now, Dad is so cautious, and Mom can't hold her head up either.

The teachers and the principal no longer acted with the same reverence as before.

All the children were still gathered around Wenli.

Shen Yaya suddenly had a thought: Could it be...?

Are Mom and Dad wrong?

She looked at Wen Li, who was being held in Duan Hetong's arms, and felt more confused than ever before.

Duan Hetong remained silent, and Boss Shen's smile nearly vanished: "Master Tong, Master Tong, please let me explain—"

Wen Li was still a little afraid of this unpredictable uncle, and asked softly, "Baba, are we going home?"

"Okay, let's go home."

Wen Li leaned out of her father's arms again and waved to the children:

"Goodbye, Qiuqiu, Xiaoyu, Mimi... everyone! Thank you for protecting Libao!"

The children all waved:

"Wenwen, come early tomorrow!"

"Goodbye, Pear Baby~~"

"See you tomorrow!"

Duan Hetong smiled slightly at the children at the front and said, "Thank you."

The children shyly hid behind the teacher.

Some of the bolder ones said to Wen Li, "Li Bao, your dad is so tall! So handsome!"

The little dumpling's eyes are curved.

Beep beep, you're the best!

Duan Hetong nodded to Teacher Zhang and the principal again: "I'll take Wen Li back first today."

"Alright, alright, please go ahead."

Duan Hetong frowned almost imperceptibly, then said to the principal, "A kindergarten should be an environment where children are happy and parents feel at ease."

The headmaster's expression turned serious, and he nodded solemnly: "I understand."

Duan Hetong led Wen Li out of the classroom.

Boss Shen's lips trembled. Duan Hetong's words just now were clearly pointed at something.

A thought screamed in his mind: We can't let Duan Hetong leave like this! Otherwise, the Shen family is finished!

He was about to give chase.

But a hand stopped him.

"Mr. Shen." The kindergarten director's usual respectful smile had vanished. "Please wait."

Boss Shen opened his mouth, "I need to talk to Master Tong first..."

"No need, Mr. Duan has other matters to attend to." The principal's tone was businesslike and very distant. "However, I would like to talk to you about your company's sponsorship of our school. We don't need to spend any more money in the future."

"But...but..."

"In addition, the kindergarten will also record your behavior of trespassing into the teaching area, disrupting classroom order, and disturbing the children today."

"Further processing results will be notified separately."

Mr. Shen's mind went blank.

One of the reasons he could walk around the kindergarten with his wife and daughter so freely was because of the sponsorships.

In fact, given the status of this kindergarten in Tan City, it has always been the one choosing the sponsors.

Winning a bid is itself a display of status.

But he has now been removed from the list.

—The "high society" he had always dreamed of seemed to have been completely shut out for him.

-

The Shen family of three walked out of the kindergarten, looking utterly dejected.

Along the way, countless teachers and parents passed by them, but no one pointed at them or even spoke.

But every glance was a mockery and ridicule that hurt more than being pricked by a needle.

Even after getting into the car, Mr. Shen still felt dizzy.

My phone buzzed with a notification from a short video news headline:

#President of Duan Group appears at kindergarten to personally pick up his daughter from school#

The accompanying picture shows a man carrying a baby onto a slide—and it's from today.

The comment section is seeing a surge in new comments:

As expected, the little princess will go to an elite kindergarten.

The Duan family really spoils their kids; even I can't bring myself to pick them up and drop them off every day.

[Tong Ye's smile is absolutely captivating!]

[Isn't that the little girl from the Golden Feather Award a while back? How did she become Duan Hetong's daughter?]

[No way, no way, are there still people in Tan City who don't know these are the same child?]

Boss Shen's pupils contracted.

In the thread following the last comment, someone quickly posted links to other news pages:

Golden Feather Award Winner Mia choked up while accepting the award: My muse is the little girl in my family.

Ambassador Qin poses for a photo with young guests at a charity gala held by the Children's Foundation.

Duan Hetong announces adoption of daughter: Baby, welcome to my side

The Duan family's daughter attends her first high-society dinner, drawing considerable attention to her identity.

……

The earliest of these releases dates back several months.

Mrs. Shen snatched the phone, her fingers trembling, and scrolled down the page.

The more she looked, the paler her face became: "How could this be... how could this happen..."

She even mocked the wealthy women, saying that Wenli's parents didn't have proper jobs.

The results of it.

Two generations of rulers of the Duan Group empire.

Internationally renowned designer.

Top-tier, gold-medal lawyers in the industry.

A distinguished diplomat.

Each one of them stands at a height she could never reach in several lifetimes.

She was the one who was truly naive and unsophisticated.

It's the Shen family.

Boss Shen stared intently at the screen, wishing he could smash his phone: "How could they not have found anything?!"

Can't find anything?

No.

The news is always there.

They never took a "child from an ordinary family" seriously.

They think they are superior, but they don't even know who they have offended.

Mrs. Shen covered her face in despair: "Waaah... It's all your fault! Didn't you get involved with the Duan family?!"

Boss Shen, equally unable to control his emotions, his face ashen, snapped, "Shut up! You can't even do a proper background check! All you do all day is squander money!"

Shen Yaya was so frightened that she burst into tears.

But her parents no longer had time to take care of her.

Boss Shen closed his eyes weakly, his voice hoarse.

"Our family is probably... in big trouble."