It Started With a Kiss: Leng Shao's Beloved Wife

Wu Xinyan suddenly hugged Luo Nian, and the child buried his little face in her neck, crying heartbreakingly. "That's enough, Luo Yichen! Look at him, he's only three years old!"

Luo Yichen's face turned pale, and he snatched Luo Nian away. "He must win at the starting line! What do you know?"

"Win? What you mean by winning is to make him lose his childhood?" Wu Xinyan's tears welled up in her eyes. "He should enjoy the sunshine, play, and make friends, instead of being suffocated by these boring classes!"

Luo Nian watched his parents quarreling timidly, his little body trembling and his crying getting louder.

"You're being too soft-hearted!" Luo Yichen roared. "I'm doing this for his own good! Do you think I want to push him like this? The competition is so fierce these days. If you don't start early, how will you survive in the future?"

"Gain a foothold? Isn't a happy childhood and healthy growth more important than what you call 'gaining a foothold'?" Wu Xinyan felt heartbroken. She felt that there was an insurmountable gap between her and Luo Yichen.

After the quarrel, Luo Yichen slammed the door and left, leaving Wu Xinyan and the crying Luo Nian.

Wu Xinyan has been in a very bad mental state these days, and the family conflicts have left her exhausted.

Inevitably, she made mistakes in the company.

An important project proposal was rejected due to data errors. Chen's competitor gloated and fanned the flames, saying, "Wu Xinyan seems to be swamped with family matters lately. It seems she has no interest in work."

Wu Xinyan held back her tears and revised the plan. She felt that the colleagues around her were looking at her with strange eyes.

In the evening, Luo Yichen returned home but didn't see Luo Nian. Wu Xinyan sat on the sofa tiredly, "Where's Luo Nian?"

Luo Yichen took out a flyer from his briefcase and handed it to Wu Xinyan, "I signed him up for an intensive Mathematical Olympiad class..."

Wu Xinyan stood up suddenly, snatched the flyer, and said in a trembling voice: "Luo Yichen, you..."

"Luo Yichen, have you ever considered the feelings of the children?!" Wu Xinyan's voice trembled, and her fingers holding the flyer turned white.

Luo Nian's small figure hid behind Wu Xinyan, tightly grasping the corner of her clothes and sobbing softly.

Luo Yichen frowned impatiently: "Why are you crying? You're a real man, why are you crying over such a small thing?"

"He's just a child!" Wu Xinyan suddenly raised her voice, her anger no longer suppressed. "What you mean by 'winning at the starting line' is forcing him to become a learning machine? What he needs is a happy childhood, not endless cram schools!"

Luo Yichen snorted coldly: "Womanly kindness! You will understand my painstaking efforts later!"

Wu Xinyan took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. "Luo Nian, come with Mommy." She took Luo Nian's hand and left the house without looking back.

The next day, Wu Xinyan took Luo Nian to a children's painting class.

The colorful paints and the childlike studio instantly attracted Luo Nian's attention.

He looked around curiously, a long-lost smile appearing on his face.

Under the guidance of the teacher, Luo Nian picked up the paintbrush and carefully painted on the canvas.

He drew a family of three, with his father and mother holding his hand and walking in the sunshine.

Although his painting skills are immature, they are full of childlike innocence and happiness.

In the next few days, Wu Xinyan took Luo Nian to pottery class and music enlightenment class.

Luo Nian was very happy and active in these activities. He liked to play with mud, sing and play with other children.

Looking at the smile on the child's face, Wu Xinyan felt that her choice was right.

One afternoon, Wu Xinyan brought Luo Nian out of the pottery class and unexpectedly ran into Luo Yichen at the door.

Luo Yichen looked at the clay sculpture in Luo Nian's hand. His face was covered in mud, but he smiled brightly. A complex emotion flashed in his eyes... "What is this?"

"What is this?" Luo Yichen's voice was slightly soft, his eyes fixed on the crooked clay sculpture in Luo Nian's hand.

It was a strange-looking little animal, vaguely recognizable as a puppy, covered in colorful mud.

Luo Nian looked at his father timidly, and hid the clay sculpture behind him. "It's a puppy... woof woof!" He imitated the puppy's barking in a low voice, trying to infect his father with his childlike joy.

Luo Yichen's heart moved slightly, and when he saw the pure smile on his son's face, the corners of his tense mouth seemed to relax a little.

"Hmm," he replied calmly, "Not bad." But he quickly regained his serious expression. "Hobbies can be cultivated, but studies can't be neglected. Starting next week, I'll continue with the Mathematical Olympiad class."

Wu Xinyan's face changed, and just as she was about to open her mouth to refute, her cell phone suddenly rang.

It's a call from the company.

After answering the call, her face turned pale instantly, and the fingers holding the phone trembled slightly.

"What's wrong?" Luo Yichen noticed her abnormality and frowned.

Wu Xinyan took a deep breath and tried hard to control the tears that were about to burst out. "The project... was snatched away by competitor Chen." Her voice was low and weak, as if all her strength had been drained away.

Luo Yichen's face also darkened.

He knew how important this project was to Wu Xinyan. For it, she worked overtime until late at night almost every day.

"How could this be?"

"They said my plan...is not mature enough...is not competitive enough..." Wu Xinyan's voice choked. She lowered her head, not wanting Luo Yichen to see her vulnerable side.

After a moment of silence, Luo Yichen sighed softly.

He knew that any words of comfort at this moment would be futile.

He reached out to hold her shoulders, but stopped in mid-air.

He opened his mouth and finally said only one sentence: "Go back first."

In the car, both of them were silent.

Luo Nian, holding his little clay dog, seemed to feel the solemn atmosphere between his parents. He sat obediently aside, not daring to make a sound.

After returning home, Wu Xinyan walked straight into the bedroom and closed the door.

Luo Yichen stood at the door, hesitated for a moment, and ultimately did not knock.

He turned and walked to the study, picked up the phone, and said, "Help me check the latest movements of Chen's competitors..." His voice was low and cold, with a barely perceptible chill.

Wu Xinyan sat alone in the dark bedroom, tears silently streaming down her face.

She felt like she was trapped in a huge cage and couldn't breathe.

The setbacks in her career, the conflicts in her family, her children’s education…all of these things were overwhelming her.

Suddenly, a knock on the door broke the silence in the room.

"Xinyan, open the door..." It was Luo Yichen's voice.

Wu Xinyan wiped away her tears and opened the door.

"Regarding Luo Nian's education..."