Little Qingchen initially wanted to go to school with his elder brother. He held his head up high and sat upright, holding a pen in hand as he took down pa.s.sages for dictation in his book.
He wrote for a while, sometimes swiveling his head to peek at his brother's seat. It's vacant. Then, he turned his head back around and focused on his work again, seeming like a well-behaved student.
Baili Shangxie had told him that once school was over in the afternoon and mealtime was done with, he would come with Baili Jia Jue to pick him up.
Little Qingchen remembered those words, and would periodically turn around to glance behind him.
Midday arrived and Little Qingchen, as usual, would open up his school bag to retrieve the food that was packed for him. With bulging cheeks, he gulped down the bottle of milk that Pretty Wei Wei had prepared for him, before reaching for his lunch box with his small hands.
Ever since Helian Wei Wei had become a mother, it was a routine that she would never let slip from her mind.
Perhaps, it was because she grew up without her parents.
Thus, when Helian Wei Wei took care of Little Qingchen, she would always be especially attentive in certain aspects. Meals would always be prepared well and placed beautifully in a small lunch box. She would even make some warm soup for him to drink.
Little Qingchen, who had only been to school for a few days, soon became the subject of envy among his fellow cla.s.smates.
The dishes were so impressive, even the greens and mushrooms that they disliked were cut into adorable shapes by Helian Wei Wei.
Little Fatty Cheng was unimpressed, and his fat face twisted into a sneer as he mocked, “You can't afford to buy lunch, so you need to bring one from home. A country b.u.mpkin will always be a country b.u.mpkin.”
After learning his lesson from the previous time, Little Fatty Cheng no longer dared to approach Little Qingchen, nor raise a hand against him. He could only keep his distance and taunt him with a quip or two.
The young children in the kindergarten had yet to figure out the connection between Baili Shangxie and Little Qingchen.
If Little Fatty Cheng found it out, he definitely would not dare to provoke Little Qingchen, as he feared Baili Shangxie. He may be surrounded by many cla.s.smates, but Little Fatty Cheng knew that many of the children in this kindergarten wanted Baili Shangxie to be their boss.
Mother had promised him previously. Wait for another two days and she will get rid of the two eyesores from my sight, especially the country b.u.mpkin in front of me. He's poor and pretentious. He had disliked him from the moment that he laid eyes on him. He may be handsome, but he still hated him for always stealing the limelight.
Little Qingchen simply ignored him. He was waiting for his brother and had no desire to speak to anyone.
Little Fatty Cheng saw this and his mood was instantly lifted. He was very arrogant because of his wealthy family, so he turned to the other children in his cla.s.s and announced, “My mom will be here in a Range Rover in a while, to pick me up and go to Starbucks for some good food. Who wants to eat Starbucks' b.u.t.ter cake? I won't mind bringing some back for you.”
The children loved eating sweets. When they heard the words ‘b.u.t.ter cake', their mouths began to drool.
Little Fatty Cheng was quickly surrounded by a crowd of admirers. He greatly enjoyed this feeling of being worshipped, and cast a brief look of contempt toward Qingchen. Then, he took a mental note of those who usually surrounded him, to make sure to let the driver bring the food over later.
The children who could afford to attend an international school tended to mature faster than an average child under normal circ.u.mstances. This was because family backgrounds were likely to be similar. With the exception of a small percentage of children who lived within the school's district, every household had a driver of their own. This was the reason that Little Fatty Cheng scorned Little Qingchen. He was under the impression that Little Qingchen's household was impoverished and was only relying on the goodwill of the family to attend this school.
One could obviously tell, the two had very different beliefs when it came to befriending others.
It was true that Little Qingchen was quite introverted and disliked socializing with his cla.s.smates. However, he treated those around him equally, and no matter what the other party's family background was, he would still converse with them.
On the other hand, Little Fatty Cheng had taken after his family's pattern of behavior. However, it was not that bad. After all, people with families of similar backgrounds were more likely to become true friends. However, bullying others because of one's family's wealth was unwarranted and outrageous.
Little Qingchen would rarely interact with this kind of person. A single glance would be enough to know that the person was a fool.
After he had finished his milk, he dragged four reapers to accompany him to go on a stroll in the cla.s.sroom.
The reapers should be allowed to roam for a little while every day, so they would not always try to escape.
Reapers were dumbfounded by his action… Who gave you this sort of wrong impression, who?
Every time they were dragged out, the reapers felt like they would experience death again.
Little Fatty Cheng had no clue what Little Qingchen was doing, arrogantly presuming that a country b.u.mpkin would always be a country b.u.mpkin, and only knew how to play by himself.
Little Qingchen glanced down at his smart.w.a.tch and thought to himself. Brother and father would be here in another four and a half hours. Hmm. Great, I shall take a quick nap…
When Little Qingchen had decided to rest, a gentle chuckle reached his ears from outside the cla.s.sroom door, saying, “Son, why are you sitting all the way at the back?”
Little Qingchen lifted his small head and his big, bright eyes shone with glee when his gaze landed on Helian Wei Wei.
Helian Wei Wei sauntered in, pulling her son into her embrace, saying, “Are you hungry? Should I take you out to eat?”
“There are still cla.s.ses in the afternoon,” Little Qingchen reminded his mother like a responsible adult.
Helian Wei Wei reacted in a nonchalant manner as she said, “Just skip the cla.s.s.”
Little Qingchen's teacher happened to be standing right behind Helian Wei Wei at that moment. Her face darkened as she wondered to herself. Who would teach their children like this?
Of course, Little Qingchen was quick-witted and instantly made up an excuse. He blinked his large beautiful eyes, as he explained that today was his father's birthday and his mother had come to pick him up to plan a surprise for his father.
Every time the teacher's gaze landed on Little Qingchen's fair and unblemished cheeks, her heart immediately softened. Little Qingchen had even lowered his voice on purpose, making others want to hold him tight in their embrace and buy him candy.
With that, the mother and son successfully got the afternoon off. Their outstanding looks began to attract the attention of many surrounding children in the vicinity.
The little children that recognized Little Qingchen, started to gather around them, fervently asking, “Qingchen, is this your mother? She's so pretty.”
Little Qingchen really liked it when others complimented pretty Wei Wei. He nodded in agreement and graced his little friends with a rare smile.
Helian Wei Wei was even more gentle and soft, as she turned around and said goodbye to them.
In a spur of a moment, the children began to feel envious of Helian Qingchen.
Little Fatty Cheng only felt disdained as he said, “What's so admirable about a mechanic who fixes cars? My mother is way more beautiful and has a good educational background. She works at a courthouse too, and is far better than her by a hundred times.”
“But, I think Qingchen's mother is prettier,” the cla.s.sroom's little princess mumbled, her face flushed a faint pink. “She's also very tall, her legs are slender, she's even prettier than the celebrities on the television.”
The children of age were truly the most innocent, so their reactions were also the most honest.
Little Fatty Cheng was reb.u.t.ted in such a way that he felt aggrieved. When Madam Cheng finally showed up, his face distorted in resentment as he muttered angrily, “Mom, when are you going to make the b.u.mpkin go away, I get so irritated when I see him!”
