C12 Apologize to My Son

"This parent, if it's really my son's fault, I won't cover it up."

"You! What are you saying? It is not your son's fault. Could it be my daughter's fault?"

The lady looked at Jian Qingchu in disbelief. She was so angry that her face turned red and white.

She turned around and pulled the teacher to support her.

"Teacher, look at her attitude. Is she here to apologize to my daughter?"

Jian Qingchu snorted and laughed softly.

"Admit what mistake? The matter has not been clarified yet. Perhaps my son has also been frightened!"

Although she had a smile on her face, Jian Qingchu's words did not give the lady any face at all.

Although they had only known each other for a night and this child did not speak much, she felt that he was not a bad child who would casually make a move on others.

There might be some misunderstanding here.

She had seen too many women who could be said even better than a shrew on the street. Even the black ones could be said to be white. In their eyes, there was only whether it was beneficial to them or not. There was no right or wrong!

"You! You!" The lady was so angry that she couldn't speak. She had never been insulted like this before.

In the past, she had always been the one to scold others until they had nothing to say.

Fu Xirui had been watching Jian Qingchu's back from behind. He listened to the impolite conversation between the two of them. It was completely different from the education he had received since he was young, but he listened with great interest.

He suddenly felt that although this woman was fierce and her voice was loud, he did not hate the noisy woman at all.

"Jian Zhou'an's mom, it's like this. It's your son's first day at our kindergarten. Maybe she's not used to it, but this girl wants to play with him. In the end, he was pushed by Jian Zhou'an and fell. I asked him why. He didn't say a word. "

The teacher explained to Jian Qingchu, looking at Fu Xirui from time to time with a look of pity on his face.

The little boy looked cute, but since he entered kindergarten, he didn't say a word. This mother also worked hard to raise such an eccentric son.

"Why?"

Jian Qingchu frowned slightly and looked at the teacher seriously.

The teacher was confused by the question. She had already said it just now!

"What? I don't know why either..."

"Is there a need for a reason? Your son pushed my daughter to wrestle, my daughter cried!" The lady saw Jian Qingchu being so arrogant and could not stand it and angrily interjected.

Jian Qingchu completely ignored her and continued to seriously look at her teacher as she unhappily asked.

"I am asking, as the teacher, why do you have to talk about children like this?"

"Ah?" The teacher did not understand and did not understand what Jian Qingchu was saying at all.

The lady was ignored and Jian Qingchu's aura was too strong for a moment. The teacher who was confused in her heart was a little shy, as if she had done something wrong.

"Did you see my son push her? Or is there someone who can testify? Except for the person involved. " Jian Qingchu asked in a deep voice.

"Well... not really." The teacher's expression was awkward. Only then did she remember that she seemed to have done something wrong somewhere.

"Then why didn't you ask my son whether he pushed her or not, but directly asked why? As a teacher, is this how you indiscriminately deal with student emergencies? "

Jian Qingchu's voice became lower and lower, carrying a faint anger, but when one looked closely at her calm expression, it seemed to be very calm.

"I..."

The teacher was stunned. His face was slightly red, and he was somewhat embarrassed.

She did not think of this. After thinking about it carefully, what Jian Zhou'an's mother said made a lot of sense. The first thing she thought of was not to distinguish right from wrong. Instead, after listening to the words of her classmates, she saw the little girl crying like that. She believed that the one who was wrong was Jian Zhou'an.

Jian Qingchu's words made the teacher reflect on her words. The lady who was counting on the teacher to support her came back to her senses. When she saw that the teacher was fooled by Jian Qingchu, she was so angry that she came forward.

"My daughter is already crying like this. Is there a need to ask? It is your son who did a good deed and did not say a single word from the beginning to the end. What is wrong with your son?"

The lady looked at Fu Xirui in the corner with a disgusted expression.

"How can this kind of child go to the same kindergarten as my daughter? What bad luck!"

Hearing this, Jian Qingchu, who was originally calm, suddenly became angry.

"Say it again?"

Jian Qingchu's clear and bright eyes were filled with traces of red. It was as if someone had snatched away something important from her. Even her eyes were filled with a bit of fierceness.

This was the appearance of a weak woman that should not have appeared on her body.

And she, Jian Qingchu, had never been a weak woman.

Her son was not in good health when he was young, and she took care of her son overseas by herself. There were often children bullying him and she did not want to play with him, so she quit work and concentrated on taking care of her son at home. She earnestly studied what her master taught her.

The little boy in front of her seemed to be carved from the same mold as her son. He did not speak, and he looked exactly the same as when his son was bullied when he was young.

It was not that she had a bad temper. When she did missions, she could tolerate anything. However, once her only son was involved, no matter how good her temper was, she could not tolerate it.

"I, I said you are sick! Today, there must be an explanation for this matter. You bullied my daughter like this. Your son must withdraw from school. Otherwise, I will let all the parents in the kindergarten know about this matter tomorrow."

The lady was a bit scared. She had never seen such a scary woman before.

However, just as she was frightened, she remembered that she was the one who should be strong, so she said those words.

"Sure, as long as my son makes a mistake, I'll ask him to drop out of school." Jian Qingchu shrugged her shoulders indifferently.

There were so many kindergarten schools, so it was not necessary to go to this one.

It was just that...

"What if my son is right?" Jian Qingchu stared at the lady expressionlessly.

It was a pair of clear and harmless beautiful eyes, but it made the lady feel a chill in her heart.

"Impossible!" She replied immediately. After she finished speaking, she saw Jian Qingchu still staring at her without blinking and said hesitantly, "If your son is not wrong, my daughter will quit school."

"No." Jian Qingchu suddenly raised her voice.

"What else do you want?" The lady looked at Jian Qingchu angrily. Why did it seem like she was the passive one?

"I don't want your daughter to quit school. If my son is right, you and your daughter have to apologize to my son." Jian Qingchu's dark eyes looked at the noble lady.

"Apologize then. Your son will definitely quit school!" The lady had succeeded.

Her daughter was so obedient, how could she be wrong.

A trace of surprise flashed across Fu Xirui's cold face. He stared blankly at Jian Qingchu's back.

This fierce woman did not ask him anything and just stood on his side?

At this moment, Jian Qingchu squatted down in front of him.

"Son, tell Mommy, what happened just now? Did you push her?"