Chapter 899: Chapter 899: Do You Want to Call Your Husband Over Too?
Chi Yue raised an eyebrow, “How did he disrespect you?”
The little boy’s mom sneered, “Such a young child, what does he know about respect?”
Chi Yue still ignored her, quietly waiting for Fu Mianmian to speak.
Then, she heard Fu Mianmian say, “He always lifts girls’ skirts, he kisses girls, and he even wants to be his little wife! Zhan Mobai said boys like that are just bullies! I refused, so he called ugly and got other boys to laugh at .”
As soon as she said this, the atmosphere in the office changed.
The head of the discipline office wiped his forehead nervously but didn’t dare to speak.
The families of kids who go to this school are all top-tier; he can’t afford to offend either side. Now he’s stuck in the middle, unable to please anyone.
Chi Yue patted Fu Mianmian’s shoulder in comfort, then turned to the little boy with a stern face, “Apologize!”
The little boy, already timid, burst into tears imdiately when Chi Yue spoke.
His mother protectively held the boy in her arms and yelled at Chi Yue, “Why are you being so harsh? What if you scare my child?”
“Your son bullied my daughter. At such a young age, he already knows to do these despicable things. My daughter was just defending herself, and you dare to cry?”
Chi Yue’s voice wasn’t loud, but it was unwaveringly firm.
The little boy cried even louder.
His mother couldn’t calm him down, so she glared at the head of the discipline office, “Why aren’t you saying anything? Do I need to call my husband over to make you regret it?”
The head of the discipline office was near tears, looking at Chi Yue, “They’re just kids, and you’ve already said sothing to him. How about we just… leave it at that?”
“No, unless he apologizes, not only to my daughter but to all the girls he’s bullied before!”
Seeing Chi Yue’s firm attitude, the boy’s mother took out her phone and made a call.
She spoke in a syrupy voice that made one’s skin crawl, “Honey, your son was hit at school. Now they’re threatening to hit us too. What do we do…”
“Damn it, I’m coming over right now. Don’t let them leave!”
The woman hung up the phone and gave Chi Yue a smug look, “Just you wait. When my husband gets here, you’ll be sorry! Oh, and maybe you should call your husband over too? Just in case no one is around to drag you away later.”
Chi Yue remained unaffected, “Handling you, I can do it alone.”
Chi Yue had appeared at enough social events in Nancheng to guess that if this woman was so arrogant, her husband’s status wasn’t low. She had a vague idea of who it might be.
The man arrived quickly, cursing as soon as he walked into the office, “Who dares to bully my wife and child?”
Chi Yue hadn’t even had a chance to respond before hearing a voice from behind that was all too familiar, “I’d like to see who’s speaking so recklessly.”
The man was about to retort, but when Fu Rongyin’s figure appeared in the office, he imdiately put on a flattering smile, “Master! Master, what brings you here?”
Fu Rongyin easily sidestepped the man’s outstretched hand, walked over to Chi Yue and Fu Mianmian, checked Fu Mianmian over carefully to make sure she wasn’t hurt, and then looked at the head of the discipline office, “I heard my daughter hit soone. Where is he?”
The woman quickly pulled the little boy forward, “There, you see, your daughter scratched my son’s face. If you don’t give a satisfactory explanation, my husband won’t let you off!”
As soon as the man heard this, he slapped the woman across the face, then turned to Fu Rongyin with a placating smile, “It’s a misunderstanding, just a misunderstanding. Kids fighting, not a big deal, not a big deal.”
The woman was stunned by the slap and even more so by what he said, “Honey? Our son was hit, and you’re saying it’s a misunderstanding? That’s clearly that little brat who…”
Fu Rongyin shot a sharp glare, and the man slapped the woman two more tis, then dragged the once-again crying child in front of Fu Mianmian, “Apologize, get on your knees and apologize!”
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