After being kicked out of the rich family, she had morning sickness, and the chaebol heir went crazy

Guoguo closed the book, stood up and walked to Zhu Feiwan.

Zhu Feiwan half-knelt down and gently touched his head: "Who said that there are only rich kids there? Besides, there are also well-behaved and sensible young masters and young ladies from wealthy families. Guoguo should not have preconceived notions."

"I understand." Although Guoguo felt a little disappointed, she still nodded.

In fact, he just didn't want to leave his mommy to go to school and wanted to spend more time with her.

Since Mommy wants him and his siblings to go to school, then let them go.

I just hope that this time, I won’t meet that troublemaker named Mumu like last time. It’s such a headache to be classmates with such a bad kid.

The next morning, Su Yan drove his car slowly out of the community.

At the kindergarten gate, Zhu Feiwan talked with the teacher, discussing the children's study plans and daily arrangements.

At this time, Guoguo quietly approached Su Yan and gently tugged at the corner of his clothes with her little hand.

He said softly, "Uncle Su, can you pretend to be my dad at school? I'm a little scared. If our classmates knew we didn't have a dad, they might laugh at us. It's okay for me to be laughed at, but I really don't want Tangtang and Tuantuan to be sad because of this."

Hearing this, Su Yan's eyes fell gently on Guo Guo, with complicated emotions surging in his heart.

Suddenly, a sharp cry broke the silence around.

"It's that bad aunt and her bad child!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zhu Lian, dressed in designer clothes, looking elegant and proud, slowly walking out of a luxury car holding Mumu's hand.

Zhu Lian and Zhu Feiwan's eyes met in the air, and in an instant, an invisible tension filled the air.

"Mumu, you go in with the nanny first. Mommy needs to talk to the teacher alone about something."

Zhu Lian's voice was gentle but contained authority.

After saying that, she patted Mumu's schoolbag gently.

Mumu nodded obediently, but before turning around and entering the kindergarten, he turned back and glared at Tangtang with a challenging look.

Then, Zhu Lian turned to Teacher Zhu, her tone full of disdain and arrogance: "Teacher Zhu, our kindergarten is the top educational institution in North City, and you should know better than me how high the admission threshold is. What, have you lowered the standards now, so that any family can send their children in?"

There was thorn in her words, and she was clearly questioning the identities of the three children around Su Yan.

Teacher Zhu was slightly embarrassed by the sudden question, but she still tried to maintain a professional smile: "Mumu's mother, our school's admission standards have remained unchanged. Every child has his or her own uniqueness. We focus on their potential and development."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Lian curled up the corner of his mouth into a cold smile and glanced at Zhu Feiwan with disdain, his eyes showing both provocation and jealousy.

She noticed Su Yan, a tall and gentle man, and couldn't help feeling jealous, guessing that this might be the husband behind Zhu Feiwan.

She had to admit that this man was not only handsome, but also exuded an indescribable gentleness.

"If you want to enter this kindergarten, the first requirement is to have a Beijing hukou, and secondly, you must live in a school district. Do you know how much the housing prices here are?"

Zhu Lian deliberately raised his voice and pointed directly at Zhu Feiwan, with a smug sneer on his face, obviously questioning the other party's economic strength and social status.

Facing Zhu Lian's provocation, Zhu Feiwan seemed unusually calm. She did not respond directly, but turned to Su Yan and said, "All the formalities have been completed. Shall we take the children in?"

Her tone was calm, as if all the troubles had nothing to do with her.

Upon seeing this, Teacher Zhu immediately showed his professionalism, smiled, and politely invited: "Ms. Zhu, Mr. Su, please follow me."

She cleverly changed the subject and led the two men and the children into the kindergarten, leaving Zhu Lian alone there with a livid face and burning with anger, obviously extremely dissatisfied with this neglected treatment.

……

As night fell, Zhu Lian returned home and carefully arranged a private dinner. The flickering candlelight on the dining table illuminated her carefully dressed figure, and the air was filled with the elegant scent of perfume.

At about eight o'clock, the doorbell rang on time.

Her heart beat faster and her steps became brisk and rapid.

Outside the door, Lu Huaijin's figure came into view. His brows were dusty from the journey, but he was still tall and handsome.

Zhu Lian's fingertips trembled slightly, and she couldn't wait to wrap her arms around him.

"Huai Jin, come in quickly, you must be starving, right? I specially cooked your favorite French foie gras for you."

However, Lu Huaijin's response was like a cold wind, causing the temperature in the room to drop sharply.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes revealed a barely perceptible irritation: "Where's Mumu? Didn't you say before that he missed his daddy very much?"

Obviously, he would not have set foot in this place if it weren't for his son.

Zhu Lian's eyes flashed a hint of sadness, and then she returned to her gentle smile. She explained softly: "Mumu has fallen asleep. Now, there are only two of us here."

There was an indescribable charm in her smile.

Lu Huaijin didn't seem to be moved by this tenderness. He gently withdrew his arm, and said with a distant tone: "In this case, I won't bother you anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and left, with firm steps and without the slightest hesitation.

Seeing this, Zhu Lian became anxious and quickly stood in front of him, holding his sleeves tightly with both hands.

"Huai Jin, for five years, I have been guarding this empty house alone. Tonight, you stay and accompany me, okay?"

There was a pleading tone in her words, tears of grievance flashing in her eyes, and she threw herself into Lu Huaijin's arms.

She was wearing a thin silk nightgown, the soft fabric pressed against his firm chest, and the air was filled with her unique, seductive perfume.

"Don't you really have any feelings for me?"

Her eyes were full of disbelief.

Lu Huaijin's face was stern. He pushed her away with force, and his tone was emotionless: "You know I'm allergic to this scent! Get out of the way!"

Zhu Lian's face turned pale, and there was a mixture of frustration and disbelief in his eyes.

She has already let go of all her pride and reserve, so how could he still be so indifferent?

"Huai Jin, are you still thinking about Wan Wan?"

Her words were full of bitterness, as if she was questioning.

Lu Huaijin just tugged at his tie and didn't answer.

"I would rather you hate me as much as you hate Wanwan."

She slowly lowered her shoulder straps, revealing her snow-white skin.

However, at the moment when the shoulder strap slipped off, Lu Huaijin swiftly avoided her body and walked past her indifferently without stopping at all.

"I won't come back to this place again. If Mumu wants to see me, take him to the Lu family."

His words were like a sharp blade, severing all possible connections.

The door slammed shut behind Lu Huaijin with a dull sound, leaving Zhu Lian alone in the empty room.

She stood there with a bitter smile on her face.

The wrong decision she made five years ago now seemed like a chasm that was pulling her and Lu Huaijin further and further apart.

It was not until she heard the elevator door open and close again that she collapsed weakly on the cold ground, tears silently falling.

At this moment, the elevator door opened again and a man hurried out. Seeing Zhu Lian's miserable appearance, he quickly stepped forward to help her.

"Lianlian, the ground is cold, get up quickly."