Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

He said this with a smile, as he could always handle things calmly that might be embarrassing for others.

"From what I've seen, Mr. Tong's biggest oversight is in Xiao Mu's education."

He listened attentively, "I'd like to hear more."

He knew that Jane Yan was better at getting along with children than he was.

As the old saying goes, there is always a teacher among three people. When it comes to matters concerning children, he still needs to learn from her.

"I think Xiao Mu has a very obvious characteristic. Have you noticed? He always says one thing and means another."

He shook his head. "How can you prove it?"

"If you call him now, you'll know what I mean." Her eyes were as cunning as a fox's, and the curve of her lips showed her planning.

"Why are you calling? Didn't you just call?" The man was puzzled, but he did it anyway.

After pressing the call button, there was the same beeping sound and then the phone hung up.

He was a little disappointed, "You saw it too, he didn't answer."

"Can you tell me what you are doing on the phone at this time?"

Even after being hung up on, he still went to call her. This was a stupid thing that only someone who didn't know how to read people's faces could do. He was always very savvy, and could tell the season from a single leaf. If he didn't trust Jian Yan, he would never have continued to call her like this.

Jian Yan only answered his first question, "I didn't answer because I didn't call enough."

She took his phone and continued to dial, but was rejected again.

Tong Ruixiao withdrew her hand unnoticeably, and the fingers that she had accidentally touched curled up and trembled slightly.

I called a third time and was rejected again.

She raised the hung up phone and looked at him with eyes as clear as a spring. "Mr. Tong, have you found anything?"

"The busy tone is getting longer and longer," Tong Ruixiao suddenly felt a thunder in his heart, and immediately understood, "He is hesitating whether to answer my call."

"Correct."

Jian Yan sighed, "If he really didn't want you to find him, he would turn off his phone instead of keeping it on and waiting for you to call."

Her eyes fell on his face, "He has been waiting for you to care about him."

"Is this actually the case..."

His tone was a little dazed.

"Since he wants to get along well with us, why does he refuse to communicate..."

Every time he asked for a chat or tried to find an opportunity, he was rejected without hesitation.

Not to mention frustration, but also disappointment.

Jian Yan thought to himself that he really didn’t understand his own child, “Tong Huaimu is very strong-willed.”

"He is a competitive and proud child. Even if he wanted to do it, he would not bring himself to do it because the gap between you two is too deep."

"Your concern for him in the past was too shallow and superficial, just like the phone call you made once and then never called again after being rejected, which showed the indifference of your relationship with him as a father."

"The feelings are weak... then what is considered strong?"

Tong Ruixiao took the phone with the screen turned off and held it on one side to avoid touching her. His eyes passed over her slender fingers and pink fingertips, and he took them back without making a sound.

In the end, he didn't say what was on his lips, but just lowered his eyes and whispered: "I don't care about him."

His elbows were resting on his knees, his palms clasped around his phone.

Her hair was slightly drooping, her eyes were casually cast on the ground without any focus, and her tone carried a barely perceptible trace of loneliness.

Jian Yan saw the sadness and depression on his usually smiling face, and sighed for the painstaking efforts of all parents in the world.

His tone was gentle and comforting, "I know."

"Mr. Tong doesn't not love him, he just habitually follows the rules. If he can't get through on the phone once, he assumes that the other party doesn't want to be disturbed, so he doesn't continue and keeps a respectful and kind distance."

Although she didn't like his hypocrisy, he used his gentle and elegant appearance to cover up his ruthless nature in the field of interests.

But it is also clear that he is not completely without merit. Even if Tong Ruixiao is pretending in other aspects, his inner self-cultivation is not fake.

What's more, etiquette is about actions rather than thoughts.

"Whether in interpersonal communication or in business, being polite is a reflection of one's accomplishment. You are not wrong."

Her voice was like a cool spring, extinguishing the grievances in his heart. He raised his eyes to look at her, and fell into a pair of bright and gentle eyes.

There is something strange in my heart.

"But we also need to understand that children are not strangers. What they need more is not the respect of self-denial and propriety, but the abundant love that goes into the details of life."

"How can he believe that you are not just putting on a show of concern when you are just following orders?"

She continued to counsel him and made him reflect.

"Although I don't know where the grudge between you two comes from, I believe that enough love can smooth everything over."

Although Tong Ruixiao has some achievements in his career, he is lacking in marriage, family and even love. His decades of experience have nothing to do with how to be a good father, which is why he has a gap with his children.

It can be seen that a person's career and emotions should be viewed separately.

She gently suggested, "You can continue to call Xiao Mu now. You know what I mean by 'he says one thing and means another'."

Tong Ruixiao paused for a while, then called again as she said.

This time the beeping lasted a long time, and just when he thought the call was going to be hung up, the call was connected.

There was silence on the other end of the line for a while, and then the boy's slightly hoarse voice came, "Dad, what do you want to talk to me about?"

Tong Ruixiao was surprised and almost subconsciously looked at Jian Yan.

Now I don’t even know whether I should speak or not.

The latter, seeing his look that was almost seeking help, smiled and made lip gestures to him - asking where Xiaomu was.

His Adam's apple slid up and down, his vocal cords a little hoarse, "Xiao Mu, where are you now? Why don't you answer the phone?"

"My friend's house."

The first question was answered very coldly, and the second question was not answered at all.

"Which friend? It's already ten o'clock. Are you planning to stay out?"

The other party was impatient, "Friends are friends, what's wrong with living outside...Why do you suddenly care so much?"

The boy's voice broke through the noisy music.

Tong Ruixiao frowned, "Why is it so noisy over there? Are you in a bar with your friends?... I don't want to tell you to avoid those places."

"Well, if there's nothing else, I'll hang up."

The other party said coldly.

Jian Yan held his forehead and smiled bitterly, his heart was burning with anxiety. Tong Ruixiao really couldn't speak.

As a last resort, she leaned over and patted the man's arm to make him look at her.

Tong Ruixiao was stunned and looked at her.

She continued to mouth to him - you were worried about his safety and wanted to see him.

He nodded and continued to talk on the phone, "Wait a minute, don't hang up. I called because you didn't come back so late, and I was worried that something happened to you outside and it was not safe..."

"Heh! What were you doing so early..."

The sarcasm was very soft, especially amidst the noisy background music, but Tong Ruixiao still caught it.