And the Jun Family lived on Green Water Villa, one of the top three villas in A city. Among these, Green Water Villa ranks first as the richest family in the city. Who wouldn't want to engage with Green Water Villa? To think that he, lost to the outside world, was the young master of Green Water Villa, could anyone not be surprised?
Now, he had also returned to Green Water Villa. However, his mother Fan Li still lived alone outside, unwilling to move into Green Water Villa. Grateful for his mother's years of care, he also did not want to change back to his original surname. This nearly caused the old lady of the Jun Family to faint.
Bending over, Fan Shaoming picked up the child from the cardboard box.
Everyone was stunned by his action, watching silently as he picked up the child, said nothing, and turned to leave.
It was only when he had put the child in the car, placed him in the passenger seat, and drove off that everyone snapped out of it and erupted in chatter.
No one would have imagined such an eccentric man like Fan Shaoming would pick up a child, and that the child was unusual.
Fan Shaoming, driving with the child he had picked up, did not head back to Sanyang Group immediately but drove straight to the central city's people's hospital. While driving, he also pulled out his cell phone to make a call, instructing a top medical expert to wait for him.
The story begins here...
Five years later.
At the Elite Talent School's kindergarten, in a spacious and bright classroom, a young female teacher stood at the podium with her back to thirty-five children around four or five years old, placing the characters she was about to teach onto a small blackboard.
Sitting in the second group, third row, a handsome little boy suddenly pulled a slingshot from his backpack and shot at the teacher's behind. A small marble hit the teacher precisely on the butt.
"Ouch," Su Xiaoyue gasped, immediately turning around. Her delicate face, framed by glasses, flushed slightly, yet she was not angry, only asking, "Who was being disrespectful to the teacher?"
"Teacher, it was Fan Mingyu." A pretty girl immediately stood up, pointing at the handsome little boy and answering.
Su Xiaoyue then looked at Fan Mingyu. Fan Mingyu stuck out his tongue at her, made a face, and looked at her provocatively, as if beckoning: come on, come hit me.
Su Xiaoyue walked down from the podium and stood in front of Fan Mingyu, looked gently at the mischievous child, and softly touched his head, speaking softly, "Mingyu, teacher has said before, you shouldn't bring a slingshot to school. It's not allowed to shoot it at people. These marbles can cause a lot of pain when they hit someone."
"Teacher, don't take advantage of me." Fan Mingyu waved his little hand, brushing away Su Xiaoyue's hand from his head, and said in a singsong voice, tilting his young face, "My daddy said, women who take advantage of handsome men are silly fangirls."
"Mingyu," Su Xiaoyue laughed and cried at the same time.
Who teaches a child like this?
Su Xiaoyue knew that Fan Mingyu was the only son of the president of Sanyang Group, a spoiled young master from a wealthy family, a mischievous little devil who liked to play tricks that gave teachers constant headaches. Because he was the son of the president of Sanyang Group, the school dared not trouble him, since the Sanyang Group donated a significant sum of money to Elite Talent School each year for teaching funds, making it the biggest sponsor of the school.
Fan Mingyu had been shifted through several classes, with each teacher left frustrated by his antics but unable to find a solution, until he was finally pushed into Su Xiaoyue's responsibility, who was in charge of teaching first-year students.
"Mingyu," Su Xiaoyue squatted down to eye level with Fan Mingyu in a kind tone, "what your daddy said was wrong, no, perhaps there was some truth in it, but your teacher is definitely not that kind of woman. You're still a child, and when your teacher pats your head, it's a gesture of affection, not taking advantage of you."
Fan Mingyu turned his cunning, beautiful phoenix eyes, and glancing at Su Xiaoyue, suddenly reached out and removed her glasses, giggling, "Teacher, you look better without your glasses."
"Mingyu, give the glasses back to the teacher," Su Xiaoyue reached out towards Fan Mingyu. She was severely myopic and without her glasses, everything appeared very blurry, which she was not used to.
"Okay," Fan Mingyu handed the glasses back to Su Xiaoyue very promptly. Just as she was about to take them, he let go of his grip, and the glasses fell to the floor, crushed under the sole of his leather shoes, breaking the fiber lenses and even damaging the frame, scattering tiny shards across the floor.
"Oh!" Su Xiaoyue exclaimed softly, bending down to pick up the pieces, and said hurriedly to Fan Mingyu, "Mingyu, step back, step back, be careful not to hurt yourself."
Fan Mingyu's face, flush with triumph upon hearing Su Xiaoyue's urgent voice, suddenly paused, the smug look on his little face slowly vanishing.
The other students watched Fan Mingyu, the little children not blaming anything, only blinking their innocent big eyes at Fan Mingyu, faintly feeling that he was being too excessive.
Su Xiaoyue didn't think too much or blame Fan Mingyu, but carefully crawled on the floor; fortunately, she was wearing trousers, so crawling on the floor wasn't embarrassing.
With her glasses broken, she couldn't see clearly at all and could only crawl on the floor to pick up all the tiny pieces of glass.
The children's feet were tender, and she was afraid that the small glass shards might injure a child.
The glass shards were white and too small for Su Xiaoyue to see, so she could only feel for them with her hands on the floor and gently pick them up.
Suddenly, a pair of small, tender hands helped her pick up all the pieces one by one.
Su Xiaoyue looked up and caught Fan Mingyu's eyes, always gleaming with cunning. Seeing her look up at him, he pursed his lips, a taunting remark slipping out: "I finally understand the meaning of 'the blind leading the blind.'"
Su Xiaoyue smiled and stood up, responding, "That's not bad."
Fan Mingyu rolled his eyes dismissively.
This teacher, always so good-tempered, let him do whatever he wanted without getting angry, and unlike other teachers, did not regard him as a scourge, desperately trying to push him away.