Dressed as the daughter of the villain's son?

Qingyun mumbled a lot, saying that such a formal apology from the teacher was too scary, and he felt that there would be endless troubles waiting for him.

The little Qilin gulped down the remaining water in the cup, "This is how apologies are made."

He hung the water cup back around his neck and counted on his fingers, "You must admit your mistakes, promise not to make them again, make appropriate compensation, and look forward to the other party's forgiveness."

"It's always like this." Little Qilin clapped his hands, "Otherwise, just saying sorry casually doesn't mean anything."

Qingyun was silent. She felt that this should be the case, but when she really saw it in real life, it seemed unreal and she even started to have conspiracy theories.

"Teachers serve us, management regulates our behavior, and education teaches us knowledge and morality. They should set an example."

"Of course you have to apologize if you do something wrong. Qingyun, what are you thinking about?" The little Qilin tilted his head and looked at Qingyun. He didn't understand Qingyun's thoughts.

"But I heard that adults are not like this." Qingyun tried hard to explain what he meant. "We are like a square, and adults are like a circle."

The little Qilin frowned and tried to understand Qingyun's meaning, "You mean adults are very smooth and tactful, right? That's what my mother said."

Qingyun nodded excitedly. The little Qilin’s comprehension ability was simply amazing. He could understand this.

"A square has edges and corners, but a circle is not a completely smooth arc. It is made up of many small edges and corners. Being smooth and worldly is because you don't see the circle clearly at all." Little Qilin nodded, "This is what my father said."

"We are still young, so of course we need to know what is right and what is wrong, and how to make amends and apologize when we make a mistake."

“When we grow up, we know why others make mistakes, and we are willing to forgive others’ mistakes, be tolerant of others, and be humble to others, but we know what is right and what is wrong.”

"We only have home and school now, so everything is a big deal. Dad said that when we grow up, we will have the whole world to ourselves, and we won't care about some things anymore, and we will become more tactful."

"A square has only four edges and four corners, but a circle has countless edges and corners, because these edges and corners are used to restrain and admonish ourselves."

"These edges and corners are moral character, knowledge, vision and insight. The more you understand, the more tolerant, wise, generous and open-minded you will be." The little Qilin nodded again to confirm that what he said was correct, "This is what my mother said."

Qingyun was stuffed with too many opinions at once, and her mind was a little confused. She only felt that they made sense and were confusing. She needed to think slowly.

"Thank you for telling me, little Qilin."

"You're welcome Qingyun. Knowledge is meant to be passed on and opinions are meant to be discussed. It's the same with mom and dad at home."

"Oh, it's called learning from each other and making progress together."

Qingyun thought about it, and it seemed that in the eyes of Aunt Zhong and Uncle Chen, being tactful and worldly-wise was not about fawning, but about being disdainful and tolerant.

Well, she admitted that she was thinking too narrowly.

She had wanted to share Xiao Qilin's words with Fu Shengyu after getting in the car, but she didn't expect to hear Feng Huayang's cruel words as soon as the door opened, "Then let him come back dead."

When he saw Qingyun, the murderous look between Feng Huayang's brows had not completely dissipated. He pulled his eyebrows twice before he managed a gentle and kind smile.

Fu Shengyu turned his face to the side and rubbed his cheek secretly. His face was tense for too long and his muscles seemed to be stretched.

Qingyun sat obediently next to Fu Shengyu. He felt surprised to see that both of them had softened their expressions and had completely forgotten what he wanted to say.

"Qingyun, are you having a good time today?" Feng Huayang took out a small handball from the bag beside him. There were red, green and blue tassels hanging from the bottom. "This is a gift from a customer. He said it represents good luck and good fortune."

Qingyun took it with both hands. It was not as heavy as she thought. It was made of very thin colored rope, slightly larger than her palm. When she smelled it carefully, there was a very faint fragrance, like osmanthus and also a hint of herbs.

"There are some mosquito repellent herbs in it. Doesn't it smell nice?"

"Hmm, it smells a bit like osmanthus. The body smells like osmanthus." Qingyun tossed it, and the thing turned red, smelling a bit like hydrangea.

Because Qingyun was there, Feng Huayang didn't continue the previous topic and started talking about work.

"Didn't you build an amusement park on the piece of land you wanted before? It was even bought from abroad."

Feng Huayang smiled twice before he could finish his next sentence, "I thought it was so amazing, it was always crowded in Jingzhou, but I didn't expect Zhou Fangwei to actually build an ocean-themed amusement park called Zizai Amusement Park."

"I happened to pass by this morning when I was on my way to a meeting at the factory, and I happened to see their grand opening ceremony."

"Last year, A Yin told me that Zhou Zizai was sick and wanted to go to the amusement park. Boss Zhou said he would give her an amusement park. I thought it was just to entertain the child."

"Boss Zhou is very wealthy." Fu Shengyu said lightly. He thought that his Qingyun was also sick at that time. His Qingyun was too sensible and never asked him for anything, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Having lived through hardships himself in the past, he didn't want his children to suffer any more now that he had them. Fu Shengyu felt that he could empathize with those parents who doted on their children.

The more he thought about it, the more guilty Fu Shengyu felt. Qingyun lost her mother at a very young age, and as a father, he should treat her better.

"Qingyun, you like reading. How about your father opening a small bookstore for you?"

Qingyun was a little at a loss for such a sudden thing. She just nodded blankly. Anyway, Fu Shengyu would not harm her.

Fu Shengyu perked up, even a little excited, "Where should we open the store? The store should be bigger, so that we can also sell some stationery and teaching supplementary books."

"It feels like a business that loses money every year." Feng Huayang leaned back and poured a basin of cold water.

Fu Shengyu stopped talking, but just glared at Feng Huayang with a sullen face. When he calmed down, he felt that his intermittent compensation was stupid.

"Just buy a store near the school. If it doesn't work out, you can always sell some food." Feng Huayang counted on his fingers, "It won't cost much. The money from the mine should be settled with you this quarter."

Fu Shengyu nodded stiffly, he didn't believe that selling books could still result in a loss. When he was a child, he would occasionally pick up a few cents and go to the bookstore near the school to rent books. That was his only escape.

When he was in school, there was a book corner, which basically contained books contributed by teachers and magazines subscribed by the school. He read every book many times.

He didn't understand why opening a bookstore would result in a loss. If it were him, he would definitely buy books if he had the money. His study was originally full of his books, and only after he had Qingyun did he gradually change them to picture books.