Fan Shaoming's phone rang with a notification of a new message.
After returning to his own office, he pulled out his phone, and after reading the message, he just smiled and cursed softly, "That kid is splurging again. What did he buy this time? He blew tens of thousands in one go."
It turned out to be the spending report of Fan Mingyu.
He had given his precious son a bank card, and every time his son made a purchase, the information would be sent to his phone, so he could clearly monitor his son's daily expenses.
After laughing, he casually placed his phone on the table. He thought for a moment and muttered to himself, "Could it be that I'm really spoiling Mingyu?" But he didn't think he was over-indulging his son. He just didn't want to let his son feel aggrieved, so whatever his son wanted, he provided. Isn't that what all parents want, to do the best for their children?
Was he wrong?
Shaking his head, Fan Shaoming refused to admit he was at fault. Instead, he wondered if he had been influenced by Su Xiaoyue's criticism.
He reached out to grab the photo frame placed on the desk, which contained a photo of him and his son looking very closely bonded. Looking at his son's handsome and adorable face, Fan Shaoming's features softened a bit.
"Kid, when you come home tonight, we'll settle the account." To think he made playing truant a regular affair.
Today, if it weren't for Su Xiaoyue's accusations and her speaking the truth, he would still believe his son was a good student at school.
"Knock, knock."
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in." As he returned the photo frame to its original place, Fan Shaoming responded coolly to the person outside, and raised his eyes toward the door, waiting for the other person to enter. As the visitor walked in, Fan Shaoming watched him until he sat down in front of him.
Jiang Yi was one of Fan Shaoming's few friends, as well as the Vice President of Sanyang Group, having authority second only to one.
"I'm dead busy, and you couldn't just call me for whatever it is? You made me come up here. If it isn't something huge, you owe me for my walking time," grumbled Jiang Yi as he sat down, complaining about his boss summoning him.
Fan Shaoming gave him a sideways glance.
"So tell me, what urgent matter did you have to direct?"
Jiang Yi casually picked up the photo frame Fan Shaoming had just replaced. Looking at the photo inside, he poked at the image of Fan Mingyu and said, "I haven't seen Mingyu in many days. I miss his tender little face."
"Whenever you see him, you're either pinching or biting his face. He's always complaining to me, saying Uncle Jiang is a lecher."
Jiang Yi laughed and said, "Who can resist when he's so adorable?"
"That's for sure. Who else's son could he be?"
"Oh please, it's not like he crawled out from your belly. What does he have to do with you?" Everyone knew that Fan Mingyu was a child Fan Shaoming picked up five years ago, not his biological son.
"Help me investigate someone."
Suddenly, Fan Shaoming gave the order.
"Who?"
"Su Xiaoyue."
"A woman?" Jiang Yi became a bit curious.
Fan Shaoming rolled his eyes at him, replying, "Yes, a woman." Could it be he couldn't investigate a woman?
"Who is she? Are you smitten with her? Is she a breathtaking beauty?" Fan Shaoming had tasked him to investigate many people, but investigating a woman was a first, no wonder Jiang Yi's thoughts went astray.
Fan Shaoming snorted coldly, "If I knew who she was, would I need you to investigate? Also, cut out the wild guesses. A woman that could catch my eye is still being nurtured in the womb."
"She's Mingyu's new class teacher." Fan Shaoming explained briefly, to prevent Jiang Yi from speculating wildly.
Jiang Yi laughed, spreading his fingers and counting off on his fingers as he spoke, "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, just enough to count on one pair of hands. Mingyu changes class teachers faster than I change clothes."
Fan Shaoming was stunned, asking, "Mingyu has had ten class teachers?" He hadn't noticed that his son had already gone through ten class teachers.
"Aren't you very concerned about Mingyu's studies? You didn't even know he's had ten class teachers? What exactly are you doing every other day at the school?" Jiang Yi felt that his boss's concern for his son was nowhere near adequate, given Fan Shaoming's reaction.
Fan Shaoming replied, "Every time I went, I directly visited the head of the preschool department. I inquired about Mingyu and left once I knew how he was doing at school. I've never had direct contact with Mingyu's class teachers."
He was very busy. How could he find the time to sit around in school?
He could only squeeze forty minutes out of his daily schedule to inquire about his son's situation at school. Just the round trip from the company to the school would take half an hour, so his time at school never exceeded ten minutes.
"What's this sudden move to investigate Mingyu's new class teacher about?" Jiang Yi asked curiously.
Fan Shaoming pursed his lips and fell silent.
After a few minutes without an answer, Jiang Yi knew he wouldn't respond, so he didn't wait any longer. He said, "Alright, I'll make time to play Private Detective for you again. I'll bring you the investigation results during the afternoon work hours."
Fan Shaoming nodded coolly, indicating with his eyes that Jiang Yi was free to leave.
"What's with that look? Every time you're done using me you just tell me to scram. Really makes me wonder what I owed you in my past life—to be your beast of burden in this one." Jiang Yi grumbled as he stood up and, appearing quite dissatisfied, turned to leave.
Fan Shaoming gave a faint smile, "You're welcome to sit here until the end of the workday."
"I don't have that kind of spare time." When Jiang Yi reached the doorway, he paused, turned his head towards Fan Shaoming, and said, "Tonight, I'm going to your place for dinner. I want your mom's home cooking, not the food at Green Water Villa. It's been so long since I've had a meal made by Auntie."
"Foodie!"
"One must live to eat, after all."
Jiang Yi walked away with a cheeky laugh.
"Here, this is my classroom. Hurry up, why are you so slow?"
Fan Mingyu stood with his hands on his hips, bossing the family driver around like an old man. The driver was carrying several boxes that might not be heavy, but quite a few boxes at once meant his hands could barely cope.
"Young master, this is a lot of boxes."
The driver was an honest man, just chuckling along as he was being commanded by a little kid. Following the direction Fan Mingyu pointed, he carried the boxes toward the classroom.