I couldn't stand it anymore, He Shao banged me on the wall every day, asking for remarriage.

When He Yanzhao was ten years old, his parents were called to the school. He was wearing the school uniform of an aristocratic primary school and stood at the door of the teacher's office, tilting his little head and waiting for his father to come.

"Teacher, no matter what you say today, you must expel this bad boy. How dare he go to the same primary school as my son?" The classmate's mother yelled in the direction of He Yanzhao.

He Yanzhao sneered at the woman. His disdainful look was cold and contemptuous, even worse than that of his father He Lanchen.

The teacher walked out of the office and vented her anger on him, raising her hand and slapping him in the face. "What kind of attitude is that? You hit your classmate and didn't apologize, and you even dared to glare at his parents. I don't think you realize how serious your mistake is. Don't think that being a nouveau riche is great because you have a little money. There are many people who come here to study who are more prestigious than you and have more money than you."

After being slapped by his son, He Yanzhao raised his little face and sneered at the teacher, "How dare you slap me in the face?"

The parents of his classmates fanned the flames and pointed at He Yanzhao, "This kid is so rebellious. How dare he be so arrogant when talking to the teacher at school?"

The teacher raised his hand to hit him again, but a tall figure stood in front of him.

The bodyguard grabbed the teacher and stood in front of He Yanzhao.

"Dad." He ran over and hugged He Lanchen's long legs, tilting his head back with an aggrieved expression, "The teacher slapped me."

He Lanchen glared at the teacher with his dark eyes, winked at the bodyguard, and the teacher was dragged away directly.

When the parents at the school saw He Lanchen coming, they did not restrain their arrogance.

"Does the extras in Hengdian take any job nowadays? And you even come here to pretend to be the father of the little bastard, asking how much did you spend on this actor for the little bastard? Leave your contact information so I can hire you next time I need you." The classmate's parents kept talking more and more outrageously.

He Yanzhao was held in He Lanchen's arms. When the principal heard that students were fighting and parents from both sides had all arrived, he came over to coordinate.

"Mr. He, how come you have time to come to school?" The principal greeted He Lanchen hurriedly when he saw him.

When the parents of his classmates saw that the principal was respectful to He Lanchen, they thought that he might not be an ordinary nouveau riche.

"Before my son came here to study, I arranged for him to study here simply because he liked your school's football field. At that time, I donated two buildings and a swimming pool. Is this how you teach your children?" He Lanchen turned He Yanzhao's face towards the principal.

There were obvious slap marks on my son’s fair face.

After hearing what He Lanchen said, the classmates' parents were so scared that their calves were shaking.

The other person's son came to school because he thought the school football field was fun, and the school even donated two buildings. Their family simply cannot match such strong financial resources.

The principal wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, not daring to offend the financial sponsor in front of him.

"Mr. He, before the young master enrolled in school, he told me not to reveal his identity, saying that his wife asked him to keep a low profile." The principal repeated exactly what little He Yanzhao had said at the time.

He Lanchen's dark eyes glared at the principal coldly, and he opened his thin lips slightly, "He said that he would not reveal his identity, so that the teachers and seniors' parents would bully him. It seems that there is no need for you to continue running this school."

He picked up his son and He Yanzhao put his arms around his neck.

"Dad, you couldn't bear to hit me, but they hit me." He Yanzhao immediately started to act coquettishly.

He Lanchen just likes this kind of behavior of his son. There is no rule in their family that boys cannot act like a spoiled child.

On the contrary, his eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Wen Wan, and he looks particularly cute when he acts coquettishly.

"Mr. He, please have mercy on me." The principal begged for mercy.

He Lanchen glanced at the principal and said in a very gloomy voice, "Since you don't understand education, let's get someone else to teach you."

The parent of He Yanzhao's classmate soon received a call. She stood not far away and said in a low voice, "Husband, why are you calling at this time?"

"Idiot, you loser, which god did you piss off? Now I'm fired from the company." The man's angry growl came from the other end of the phone.

He Lanchen carried his son out of the corridor, with bodyguards following behind them.

Many classmates were surprised to see the usually cold He Yanzhao hugging his father's neck and acting coquettishly.

He Lanchen carried his son into the car. Just as he fastened his son's seat belt, a classmate's parents stopped their car.

"He Yanzhao's father, please let us go! It's my son's fault. I'll ask him to apologize to He Yanzhao."

The classmate's parent grabbed his son and made him kneel on the ground.

He Yanzhao sat in the car and ate the fruit prepared by He Lanchen without raising his head.

"If apologies are useful, why do we need the police?" After He Lanchen finished speaking, the car window slowly rose.

The car drove away, and He Yanzhao in the car ate snacks heartlessly.

He Lanchen looked at his son's face carefully, his eyes full of pain, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts. I get angry just thinking about getting beaten." He Yanzhao bit the apple, looking angry and fierce.

He Lanchen thought that he would probably have to sleep on the sofa tonight. His son was injured and he would be held responsible as well.

The car stopped outside the airport, and He Lanchen took He Yanzhao's hand and got off the plane. He held a bouquet of red roses in one hand, and He Yanzhao held a bouquet of white roses.

The good looks of the father and son attracted the attention of passers-by at the airport. The two came to the pick-up location, and Wen Wan appeared in front of the father and son pushing a stroller.

There was a little girl sleeping in the stroller, her chubby face was slightly pink.

"Wife, here." He Lanchen took He Yanzhao's hand and walked forward, handing the red rose to Wen Wan.

Wei Ming helped push the suitcase and looked after the little princess in the stroller.

He Yanzhao placed the flowers on the end of his calf, ran to the little princess and called softly, "Sister, wake up, your brother is here."

Wen Wan squatted down, hugged He Yanzhao, and kissed her son on the face.

"Zhao Zhao, do you miss your mother?" She hugged her son gently.

When He Yanzhao turned around, Wen Wan saw the slap mark on his face, and the smile on his face disappeared instantly.

"Mom, I miss you so much."

He hugged Wen Wan and acted coquettishly.

Wen Wan patted He Yanzhao's little butt and looked at He Lanchen, "What's with the slap mark on Zhaozhao's face?"

"It's a long story. You must be tired after taking your daughter on the plane. I'll tell you in detail on the way back." He Lanchen was mentally prepared to sleep on the sofa at night.

Wen Wan reluctantly agreed, and He Lanchen and she took He Yanzhao out of the airport, and the family got into the car. Along the way, the two adults talked about the slap marks on their son's face. He Yanzhao took his sister with him. The sleeping sister was so cute that he wanted to hide her secretly.

After returning to the villa, Wen Wan first took He Yanzhao to apply medicine.

The Qiao and He families gathered for dinner. Over the years, they have become accustomed to frequent family dinners. With the addition of two children, He Yanzhao and Qiao Xin, the two families are no longer lonely.

"Wanwan, Xinxin can go to kindergarten next year, and you should shift your work focus to Jiangcheng." This was the first time that Qiao Jianguo suggested that Wen Wan should not be too busy with her career.