As Chen Ping pulled up in Yan Xishan's flashy red Xiali car, he imdiately beca the center of attention at the school gate.
He had rushed over after finishing his work, not wanting to miss this chance to show off.
After handing the chubby boy to Chen Ping, Hu Xiaoi gave Chen ilan a quick glance from afar before turning to leave.
Earlier, when she and Yan Dawei had gone to greet Leader Ma, Hu Xiaoi had watched the whole thing.
That face that was always smiling was no longer smiling as she left, whispering a few words to Chen Ping that seed rather aggrieved.
But Hu Xiaoi had been aggrieved her whole life. In the future when Yan Xishan gets liver cancer, she'll sit on eight properties and not give a penny for his treatnt, yet still feel aggrieved. So aggrieved that after hearing her tearful story, the police will imdiately let her go and go look for Yuanyuan instead.
Since Chen Ping had ntioned yesterday that Chen ilan knew there was bad blood between Little Wang and that chubby boy, she would naturally pay attention to the two children.
The chubby boy from Chen Ping's family was three tis fatter than Little Wang, wearing brand new Victory brand cleats. The supposedly loose sweatpants were squeezing the child's buttocks, making them as round as basketballs.
With a groove in the middle, the pants were so tight they made the child uncomfortable. He sucked on a popsicle while tugging at his crotch.
Chen ilan put herself in the child's shoes and didn't think the skinny Little Wang would be the one to hit others. She felt he was more likely to be the one getting hit. So when she saw Chen Ping and his son from afar, she patted Little Wang's head and pointed at the chubby boy, saying, "Is that your forr classmate? Did he often beat you up at school? Do you want to help you get revenge?"
For Little Wang's sake so he wouldn't skip school, she didn't mind being a school bully again.
But the world of children was far more complex than Chen ilan imagined.
Little Wang looked at the chubby boy from afar and surprisingly said, "What are you thinking? I wouldn't hit him. I don't even know him."
In the blink of an eye, the school gates opened. Yan Zhao was going to take Yuanyuan to register and see the principal, while Chen ilan took Little Wang to register, wait for class assignnts, and get textbooks.
She had been keeping a close eye on Little Wang, but in just a mont, things suddenly changed.
Little Wang had been following her the whole ti, but that chubby boy gently nudged Little Wang and whispered sothing in his ear. Suddenly, Little Wang jumped up and punched the chubby boy with his fist.
Did this an Little Wang was not only a poor student who liked to skip school, but also an uncontrollable school bully who enjoyed hitting others?
But the reality seed to be different.
Chen ilan pulled Little Wang back. It was his first ti hitting soone, and she didn't say anything, just pulled the child to her side.
In a mont, they were about to go to the classroom. It turned out the chubby boy and Little Wang were assigned to the sa class. Chen ilan was just a step behind because she had to collect textbooks. As she turned a corner, she saw Little Wang about to raise his fist in a corner, but the chubby boy shouted sothing, and Little Wang imdiately deflated like a punctured ball. Then the chubby boy raised his fist and started hitting Little Wang.
Each punch landed hard. It was clearly the chubby boy who had provoked Little Wang first, but why was Little Wang just taking the hits without making a sound?
"You little brat, why are you hitting my son?" Chen ilan shouted.
Chen Ping was actually not far away, holding his son's books. He seed to have gone blind when his son was hitting Little Wang, but hearing Chen ilan's shout, he slowly turned and walked over, actually asking, "Son, did Little Wang hit you again?"
"Yes, Dad, he hit first." The chubby boy was even smarter than his father, shrugging his shoulders and saying, "Dad, look, my shoulder is all bruised from his punch."
This kind of troublemaker who deliberately provoked others and then played the victim was the worst kind of child Chen ilan had ever seen.
Moreover, the guilty party was filing the lawsuit first. Seeing Chen ilan approach, the chubby boy looked smugly at Little Wang and actually asked, "So you really got a new mom, Little Wang. Does your new mom like to drink? Does she have a lot of boyfriends?"
Suddenly, like a crazed wolf cub, Little Wang let out a roar. Without even using his fists, he charged headfirst at the chubby boy.
It was in this instant that Chen ilan understood a bit more. Little Wang's truancy was half his own problem, but Zhou Xueqin's love of socializing, making friends, and drinking also played a big part.
After all, in a society that was neither completely open nor closed, it didn't matter how adults behaved, but people still frowned upon Zhou Xueqin's straightforward personality.
Pulling Little Wang back, Chen ilan had to calm this agitated wild dog: "Yan Wangqi, listen to . This ti I'll back you up, okay?"
"I'm not going to school anymore, let's go," Little Wang shouted. "It's not like I have to go to school. I can go into business for myself right now. I'm not going to school anymore. I'm going to beco a nouveau riche, a coal baron."
A little kid saying such things might sound very angry to himself, but it was quite amusing to others.
Chen Ping and his son were laughing hysterically.
Chen ilan, holding the kicking and struggling little boy, found ti to ask Chen Ping, "Mr. Chen, I'm quite familiar with that car of yours. Did you buy it?"
"Of course. It used to be Xishan's car. His wife Hu Xiaoi has already sold it to . ilan, this car has nothing to do with you, right?" Chen Ping said, still grinning.
So it turned out that whether for business entertainnt or anything else, Yan Xishan always took Hu Xiaoi with him.
After divorcing her, he started referring to Hu Xiaoi as his wife, calling Qi Dongi "mother-in-law" forever. After all, he had built his fortune relying on Qi Dongi.
But Hu Xiaoi and Yan Xishan actually married very late, in her previous life it was after Yan Xishan was detained.
Yan Xishan was the type who wouldn't act unless he saw results. At that ti, she and Lu Jingyu were already married, but he would still co around occasionally to play the victim, seeing if she had any intention of divorcing. He actually had the audacity to want her to be his mistress.
He was the kind of person who wouldn't let go of either the mistress or the original wife, professing deep love for both.
So Chen ilan dared to be certain that Yan Xishan hadn't officially married Hu Xiaoi yet.
From Chen Ping's tone, he probably thought Hu Xiaoi and Yan Xishan were already legally married.
Chen ilan still had to comfort Little Wang in her arms, who was so angry his face had turned blue. Although she didn't want to say another word to this guy because of his intentional or unintentional contempt and disregard for her, she still forced herself to say, "Mr. Chen, you saw clearly just now that it was your son who deliberately provoked my son, and that's why my son hit him. I'm not a person who cares about reason or righteousness, and I'm extrely biased. If you don't discipline your son, don't bla for teaching him a lesson. You know, I even once beat Yan Xishan into a pig's head."
ntioning Chen ilan beating Yan Xishan made Chen Ping sigh inwardly.
The cowardly Yan Xishan was once glorious, but after being beaten into a pig's head by his ex-wife and ending up in jail, he was now nothing.
And now Chen ilan speaks so boldly, isn't she just relying on Yan Zhao?
Although Chen Ping was also in business and had his own backers, his supporters had always said Yan Zhao wouldn't last long and would fall sooner or later.
Moreover, he had co from Jinxi District and had no criminal record in Jindong District. What could Yan Zhao really do to him?
He couldn't help but advise Chen ilan, "Chen ilan, children have their own world. We adults should just say a few words and leave it at that. You married a police officer, but police officers are people too. You can't let your son act like a tyrant at school just because he's a police officer's son. It was clearly your son who hit first just now. This child already likes to hit others and skip school. Don't be overprotective if you don't know the real situation."
The chubby boy, feeling smug, chid in, "Auntie, my dad has a car. Does Little Wang's police dad have one?"
Chen ilan smiled and replied, "Little friend, we don't have a car, but your family won't have one soon either."
"My dad also has a big coal mine. Does your family have one?"
The nouveau riche had given birth to this era's competitive ntality, and children were particularly fond of comparing.
Having parents in public service was almost shaful in this era.
"We don't have a big coal mine, but your family won't have one soon either," Chen ilan said, still smiling.
Originally, she hadn't planned to make her move so soon.
But now, in order to teach this little brat a lesson, she had to get back that car and coal mine.
Today!
The chubby boy and his father found Little Wang increasingly amusing as they looked at him.
Chen Ping continued to persuade Chen ilan: "When kids fight, adults shouldn't get angry so quickly. It's not worth it. Besides, Little Wang isn't your biological son, but he's my only son. My wife hid in a cellar for three whole months to avoid family planning officials, eating, drinking, and relieving herself there. After he was born, we paid an 800 yuan fine. Anyone who upsets my son makes more uncomfortable than if they had upset directly."
This era also gave rise to a group of fathers who, because their sons ca with such difficulty, saw other people's children as weeds while their own were treasures. These were the arrogant fathers of 'phoenix n' who didn't know their own limitations.
After all, their son had cost them a fine, so he was precious and no one was allowed to hit him.
However, Little Wang, who had been causing a fuss earlier, had now quieted down. As Chen ilan was still holding so books, he wriggled out of her arms and crouched on the ground, busily packing books into his schoolbag.
Chen ilan picked the boy up and had to ask, "Little Wang, what exactly did Little Fatty say that made you want to hit him? You're a policeman's son, don't you know that the one who throws the first punch is always in the wrong?"
If you hit first and then get hit back, not only will you get beaten, but if this matter is brought to the teacher's attention, you'll still be in the wrong.
This was truly the ancestor of losing out, losing out completely.
Little Wang finished organizing his backpack and put it on. After a mont of silence, he surprisingly said, "If you promise not to go out to et boyfriends or drink alcohol in the future, I promise to study hard and not fight anymore, okay?"
So it turned out that Little Wang's dislike for school and tendency to fight wasn't entirely his own problem.
His mother loved to drink, and her drinking companions were often the fathers of his classmates. Those classmates would then turn around and mock him, which was the real reason the child didn't want to go to school.
Now she had beco his mother.
Little Wang's expectations of her were the sa.
No wonder Little Wang had been so wary when Yan Dawei first ca to find her, he even didn't want the uncle moving the refrigerator to enter their ho.
Because he had suffered too much in this regard.
Since the child promised to study hard, Chen ilan had to give him another boost of confidence. She patted the little fellow's head and said, "As long as you really study hard, Mom promises to make Chen Ping and his son co to apologize to you, okay?"
Little Wang didn't believe that Chen ilan could make Chen Ping and his son co to apologize to him.
After all, he had been the one to throw the first punch earlier.
But he still shook his head, put on his crumpled backpack, and walked ahead with his chest puffed out and head held high.
After all, this new mom didn't drink.
As they left the classroom, they ran into Yan Zhao, who had just t with the principal and was coming out of Yuanyuan's classroom with Yuanyuan and Little Wolf.
Seeing his son walking energetically with his backpack on, he reached out to pat his son's head and surprisingly said, "Look how much he loves studying."
Chen ilan was instantly speechless: You damn man, just be happy by yourself.
Leaving that aside, in fact, there was a reason why Yan Zhao was reluctant to co and accompany his son for registration.
It was better when Yan Zhao hadn't appeared in the crowd earlier, but now that everyone was leaving, several nouveau riche noticed him.
Coal was black gold, and Yan Zhao was the invisible hand controlling that black gold.
Although the group of nouveau riche who had committed cris had been arrested, demand never ceased, and supply continued.
With Yan Xishan and his gang locked up, becoming yesterday's news getting beaten in jail, the new coal bosses were already fighting tooth and nail to grab business and territory.
Seeing Yan Zhao, these nouveau riche naturally gathered around him.
They tried to make conversation, so asking if he was busy with work, others asking if he had ti, wanting to invite him for a al.
One of them, probably with outdated information and unaware that Yan Zhao was already divorced, even rushed up to Yan Zhao and said, "Your wife Zhou Xueqin and I have drunk together, we're good friends. When do you have ti? I'd like to treat you and your wife to a al."
Yan Zhao, who had been striding towards the exit, stopped upon hearing this. He turned back to look at the slick nouveau riche, narrowing his eyes.
Instantly, a group of smooth-talking nouveau riche looked at their colleague with envy or jealousy.
He had been favored by Captain Yan!
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