“Husband, didn’t you leave for work?”
Wen Huan blinked at Pei Jingyi, instinctively hanging up the phone as she asked in surprise.
Why had he come back again?
Pei Jingyi’s expression was grave, but the next moment, he stepped aside to reveal a small figure behind him. “He wanted to come home, so he used the teacher’s phone to call me.”
The only person besides Wen Huan who could make Pei Jingyi personally pick them up was naturally Pei Chen.
Pei Chen had gone to kindergarten in the morning. Normally, young children wouldn’t have access to electronic devices and shouldn’t have known about the online storm. However, during the midday nap, the kindergarten teacher, assuming all the children were asleep, chatted in the classroom about Wen Huan’s livestream.
Unable to stay put, Pei Chen demanded that his father pick him up from kindergarten immediately.
But now, even at the doorstep, his father kept blocking him, leaving the little one so anxious he could only pace in circles behind him.
And though his father had just let his mother catch a glimpse of him, it seemed that was all it was—just a glimpse.
Because the next moment, his father stepped in front of him again, walking straight up to his mother.
Pei Jingyi lowered his gaze to the phone in Wen Huan’s hand and asked after a brief silence, “What were you just talking about?”
Hearing this, Wen Huan immediately understood that Pei Jingyi had likely overheard her phone conversation again. A slight smile curved her beautiful lips. “I was just talking to Yu Mixue about Pei Yi’s online apology. She didn’t know who was behind it.”
Pei Jingyi’s jaw tightened slightly, as if unintentionally but with profound meaning. “Then who do you think did it?”
Wen Huan had told Yu Mixue to “stop talking.”
Was it because she didn’t believe Feng Wen had helped her, so she told Yu Mixue to stop? Or did she also think Feng Wen had helped her but was worried that spreading the word might harm him, which is why she told Yu Mixue to stop?
Wen Huan couldn’t help but laugh at his question. “Husband, even now, you still don’t plan to tell me? The one who made Pei Yi apologize is you, isn’t it?”
Pei Jingyi’s tense jaw suddenly relaxed, though his demeanor remained serious and proper. “Why are you so sure it was me?”
After all, in terms of current power and status.
Though Feng Wen was an illegitimate son of the Feng family, he was still better off than Pei Jingyi, the disgraced bankrupt CEO.
So, if Wen Huan shared Yu Mixue’s view and thought Feng Wen had played the hero to save the beauty, it would be perfectly reasonable.
But Wen Huan replied matter-of-factly, “I just feel that you, husband, are the one who would step in to help me first. As for anyone else, I never even considered it!”
Even though Feng Wen was Wen Huan’s childhood friend, and before her awakening, they had been very close.
Wen Huan didn’t think he would act so decisively for her.
Hearing this, Pei Jingyi’s handsome face softened, his captivating eyes completely relaxed. “You’re right. I contacted Jiaping and demanded that Pei Yi apologize. After all, even though I’m bankrupt, in terms of seniority, I’m still her uncle.”
Wen Huan nodded knowingly, her pouting lips instantly sweet as honey. “Husband, you’re the best to me~ The netizens were right—you’re super handsome, far beyond what ordinary men can compare to~”
Pei Jingyi didn’t respond, because when Wen Huan mentioned “netizens,” what came to his mind was the comment she had specifically liked: “He’s so in love.”
Though Pei Jingyi didn’t understand what love was, did Wen Huan really think he loved her so much?
Pei Jingyi turned his face away somewhat unnaturally, finally letting Pei Chen out from behind him: “Alright, stop clinging to me all the time… Our son came back for you too.”
“Ah, Chenchen, my baby!” Wen Huan let go of Pei Jingyi without much thought, having just finished her comforting words. She smoothly crouched down and hugged her son: “Chenchen, you were worried about Mommy, so you came back to see me, right?”
Pei Chen’s little face flushed red from Wen Huan’s hug. His fluffy black hair was a bit messy from crouching in front of his dad’s electric bike on the way back. Clutching the small item in his pocket, he smoothed his hair to adjust his appearance before looking at Wen Huan with his black crystal-like eyes.
“Mommy, I was worried you were feeling down, so I brought you a gift.”
“What is it?” Wen Huan asked curiously, her face cupped in her hands, full of anticipation.
Pei Chen slowly took his hand out, but when he opened his palm, he panicked: “No, forget it, I’ll give it to you next time…”
Wen Huan had already quickly taken the gift from Pei Chen with delight: “Oh, it’s White Rabbit milk candy!”
Eating sweets makes you feel better.
Pei Chen knew his mom’s habit and wanted to prepare sweets for her, but as a child, he didn’t have much money. So he saved the milk candy his kindergarten teacher had given him as a reward, intending to give it to his mom.
But he hadn’t expected that holding the candy in his palm for so long would cause it to deform from the heat. With sweat on his palm, the candy wrapper had also become crumpled.
But Wen Huan didn’t mind at all. Happily, she popped the milky-white candy into her mouth, her beautiful face filled with sweetness: “Chenchen, it’s so delicious! Maybe because this candy is from you, Mommy feels like the last bit of unhappiness in her heart is gone!”
“Really? Then I’ll bring more for Mommy next time!” Pei Chen knew that some of the things his mom said were meant to comfort a child. He was already a big three-year-old and shouldn’t be so easily swayed, but he couldn’t help feeling happy.
He said, “A lot of people at kindergarten give me candy on their own. I never wanted it before, but from now on, I’ll collect it and bring it home for Mommy.”
“Chenchen, you’re so good to Mommy, but what if I get cavities?” Wen Huan teased with a smile. But mentioning the other kids at kindergarten reminded her: “Chenchen, is that little bully still picking on you?”
“No, he’s been behaving a lot better lately. Since he stopped seeing his grandma and eating so much junk food, he’s not as chubby anymore.”
Of course, even if the little bully continued to see Wang Ma, Pei Chen wouldn’t let himself be bullied by him.
The last time he was repeatedly provoked was an exception—it happened when neither his mom nor dad came to pick him up. Pei Chen thought he was unwanted, which made him feel down and allowed the little bully to provoke him.
Otherwise, Pei Chen was quite the little troublemaker at kindergarten, perfectly capable of taking down other kids with one punch.
But Wen Huan knew nothing about this. While relieved that her son wasn’t being bullied, she suddenly thought of another way to help him avoid a tragic death besides strengthening his body: “Chenchen, I really don’t like hitting people!”
“I, I haven’t hit anyone…” Pei Chen instinctively denied it. With no candy to hold in his palm, he couldn’t help but clench his little fists tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Was Mommy saying this because she had discovered something?
But he only hit those bad kids who bullied little girls and tried to bully him too.
Would Mom get angry and stop liking him again?
“Chenchen, of course Mom knows you didn’t hit anyone. Mom is telling you that from now on, we must oppose violence and learn to solve problems with our minds.”
Pei Chen’s small face showed great confusion: “What does that mean?”
“It means we should fight with words, not fists!” Wen Huan gently guided Pei Chen, her mouth sweet with the taste of milk candy: “Chenchen, if anyone ever tries to hurt you in the future, you must learn not to lose your temper and confront them head-on. Instead, you should reason with them and use your intelligence to win. That way, you’ll be the strongest!”
As long as Pei Chen could learn this, the Pei Chen who would recklessly get into fights and be hacked to death over a decade later would never appear.
What Wen Huan didn’t know was that because of her words, over a decade later, a cunning and ruthless business prodigy would emerge in the capital. He disliked using his fists but preferred to set clever traps, slowly ruining others, and then tossing a few “lessons” their way. This left seasoned business veterans in agony, lamenting that the “demon pill” had grown up but was still a demon pill!
But for now, Pei Chen rested his chin on his small hand, deep in thought, while Wen Huan proudly believed she was a genius at teaching children.
Pei Jingyi stood quietly to the side, watching without interrupting. As long as Wen Huan was happy, that was enough.
Just then, his phone rang. It was Duan Yuanzhou calling.
“Brother Pei, I’ve found out what you asked me to look into.”
“After Pei Yi posted her apology video this time, the person who bought trolls to launch a large-scale attack on her and filled the comments with vile curses was Feng Wen!”