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Qiao Chuchu listened to Ye Jinhua's introduction to her, but her heart did not fluctuate much.

These people are all in the same circle. Their family businesses are huge and they often interact with each other. However, Qiao Chuchu is different from them. Her relationship with them only exists in this school. They are all in the same identity - parents of students.

The children's teacher came in and the class gradually became quiet. The children all went outside to play. In the classroom, the teacher talked about some things to pay attention to this semester.

"Do parents have any questions?"

There was silence. Qiao Chuchu looked around and raised her hand.

"Mother Ziyan, what's your problem?"

Qiao Chuchu asked directly, "Why is there no Chinese class on the schedule?"

She had just looked at the class schedule carefully. The morning was for cultural classes, and the afternoon was for interest-based teaching. There were courses such as mathematics, English, art, and music, but there was no Chinese language course.

This is a compulsory course that every child must learn from a young age. How could this kindergarten not offer this course?

“Zi Yan’s mother, you may have misunderstood. In our school, all the children will go to international schools in the future, and will be sent abroad to study when they reach high school. There is no need to offer Chinese classes.” A parent with curly hair said with a scrutinizing look in his eyes.

Qiao Chuchu glanced at the parent, then looked at the teacher.

"I know the school is bilingual, but even if the children are going to study abroad, they are Chinese, so how can they not learn Chinese? If the children can speak fluent English words but don't even know the basic ancient poems, wouldn't it be absurd?"

"Anyway, our children will become foreign citizens in the future, so it doesn't matter whether they study or not." The curly-haired woman said again.

Qiao Chuchu's face darkened. "It doesn't matter whether your child learns or not. My child is a Chinese child. He has the right to receive Chinese language instruction in school."

"Mother Ziyan, it's like this. Our school has a cooperation agreement with Yulin International School. The children will go there to attend elementary and junior high school. They will have Chinese courses. Our kindergarten stage is mainly to cultivate children's bilingual communication and interpersonal skills, so we have never set up this course."

As Qiao Chuchu listened, she felt that this school was more and more weird. No matter how high-end it was or how it claimed to be an aristocratic kindergarten, Qiao Chuchu still felt that it was inappropriate.

The teacher just said that he would feedback Qiao Chuchu's suggestions to the leadership. Qiao Chuchu understood that this was just an excuse.

After the parents' meeting, the curly-haired woman glanced at Qiao Chuchu, chuckled and shook her head, as if she had seen some joke.

Qiao Chuchu ignored her.

Ye Jinhua held his daughter's hand, walked out with Qiao Chuchu, and asked, "Chuchu, what was your major in college?"

“Chinese Language and Literature.”

Ye Jinhua nodded, with some appreciation in his eyes.

"I also think that what the school did was against the rules, but I don't think they will change it."

Qiao Chuchu nodded and looked at Huo Ziyan beside her. It’s okay, she will teach Ziyan the baby.

After returning home, Huo Yunzheng looked at Qiao Chuchu cooking in the kitchen, and Huo Ziyan winked at him.

"Mom is a little angry today."

"Why are you angry?" Huo Yunzheng asked, looking at Huo Ziyan with a suspicious look.

"It has nothing to do with me." Huo Ziyan rolled his eyes. He didn't trust him at all. He promised not to cause trouble and that was it.

Huo Ziyan explained what happened today to Huo Yunzheng and complained, "Dad, what kind of crappy school did you find for me?"

Huo Yunzheng was speechless for a moment.

"It's time to eat." Qiao Chuchu brought the food to the table and glanced at Huo Yunzheng.

"Is this the dress you were wearing when you left this morning? Have you changed?"

She clearly remembered that Huo Yunzheng was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt in the morning, why did it turn dark gray now?

Huo Yunzheng was stunned.

In order to conceal his identity, he set up a cloakroom in his office, where his shirts and suits were kept, as well as many casual clothes.

When he came back from get off work, he didn't pay attention and might have put on the wrong clothes.

"Oh, I accidentally got some oil stains on my clothes at noon, so I changed into another set." Huo Yunzheng said calmly.

Qiao Chuchu nodded, "Did you put it in the dirty clothes hamper? I just happen to be doing laundry soon, so I'll wash it together."

That piece of clothing is still in his office.

"No, I threw it away." Huo Yunzheng said, "The oil probably can't be washed off, so I threw it away."

"Throw it away?" Qiao Chuchu's eyes widened slightly. "We have a special detergent for degreasing at home. Why did you throw it away? It's such a waste."

She couldn't quite understand such behavior. Although their lives were pretty good now and Huo Yunzheng could earn some money every month and she also had a salary, it didn't mean they could waste it.

The clothes were in good condition and not old, but they were just thrown away.

"It's just a piece of clothing, it shouldn't be that serious." Huo Yunzheng didn't understand why Qiao Chuchu was angry. In his eyes, it was just a short-sleeved shirt and it wasn't worth much.

"If you say it's not necessary, then it's not necessary." Qiao Chuchu sat down and called Huo Ziyan to eat.

Huo Ziyan glared at his father, saying that he was just a bad-mouthed person and had easily made his mother angry.

At the dinner table, Qiao Chuchu simply ate two bites. Huo Yunzheng looked at her actions and felt angry.

If she felt uncomfortable, she would just say it out loud. Why was she throwing a tantrum and not eating properly?

Qiao Chuchu went to take a shower. Huo Yunzheng finished washing the dishes and walked out of the kitchen.

"Mom is not just angry today because of the unreasonable class schedule." Huo Ziyan said to Huo Yunzheng.

After listening to Huo Ziyan's explanation, Huo Yunzheng understood. Qiao Chuchu majored in literature, so she was naturally unhappy when she saw that the kindergarten did not offer Chinese courses. She liked reading books, especially classic works, very much.

"Why else?"

"Today, there were several aunts who made sarcastic remarks to mom." Huo Ziyan said quietly.

"Do you know who it is?" Huo Yunzheng said with a cold face.

Huo Ziyan shook his head. He didn’t know them and didn’t remember the names of his classmates. He didn’t know whose mother they were and he was too lazy to remember.

Huo Ziyan returned to his room holding his sketchbook. Huo Yunzheng looked at the bedroom door, took a deep breath, and walked over.

Qiao Chuchu was wearing pajamas and sitting in front of the mirror, applying toner on her face. When she heard Huo Yunzheng push the door, she didn't turn her head.

Huo Yunzheng didn't say anything and went to take a shower.

This was the first time they had quarreled since they got married.

From being respectful to each other in the beginning to being close and affectionate later, Huo Yunzheng was still a little overwhelmed by the current situation.

He has no experience in coaxing his wife.