My mind is being read, and the crazy men and women are begging me to be quiet.

Chapter 4 Let my dad deduct your salary!

He immediately stood up, jumped onto the big bed beside him, and pointed at Jiang Ningxi with a fierce look on his face.

"You, you woman, how dare you hit me!"

"Grandpa Butler, I want to complain, I want to complain to my father!"

Jiang Ningxi looked at him coldly, "You don't have to tell me. I'll tell your father in person later!"

"I am now officially informing you that I am your new tutor."

Butler Wang on the side quickly said, "I'll leave the young master to you, Teacher Jiang." Then he quickly retreated and closed the door.

After that, the two people, one big and one small, in the room just stared at each other.

After a while, Jiang Ningxi walked over and extended his hand.

The child was about six or seven years old and not heavy, so she could lift him down with one hand.

No matter how the kid struggled, it was useless.

At this time, Wang Cheng'an realized that this tutor was different from the previous ones.

He could only stare at Jiang Ningxi with his round eyes.

Jiang Ningxi didn't care and with a cold face, she dragged him to a small round table and sat him down.

Then she reached out a hand and casually picked up a pencil on the table.

Just a gentle fold of one hand.

Then I heard a snap—it broke!

Wang Chengan was stunned for a moment.

Shock was written all over the round little face.

Jiang Ningxi snorted and laughed, you won't be honest unless I give you a little shock.

"Come on, tell the teacher what you want to learn to draw?"

Although the child was reluctant, he still answered.

"Draw Dad."

"I mean, you want to draw something. Your dad is not a thing."

Wang Chengan thought about it and nodded, feeling that it was true. "My dad is really a piece of shit."

Wang Hanzhi, who was eavesdropping outside the door, said:

He is such a good son!

"Teacher, please teach me that move you used just now. I want to learn that." The child suddenly looked up at Jiang Ningxi with great interest and said.

"What I learned before is boring. I won't learn it!"

Jiang Ningxi was a little amused. "How about this, you learn to draw with me for half an hour, and I will spend another half an hour teaching you this trick."

"Otherwise, forget it. I'll tell your dad right now that I won't be your teacher."

The child became a little anxious when he heard it.

Sit down quickly.

"Okay, it's a deal. If you dare to lie to me, I'll tell Dad about it and have him dock your salary!"

Jiang Ningxi widened his eyes. Wow, this guy is quite powerful.

He's so young and already knows how to threaten people!

Is it that Mr. Wang often deducts his subordinates' wages? Otherwise, where did this kid learn this?

Soon, she brought a sketchbook, paper and pen.

"Besides your dad, what else would you like to draw?"

"Draw mom!" the child immediately said again.

Jiang Ningxi: ...This is a fight with the painter!

"Even if I wanted to teach you how to draw people now, could you?"

"There's a word called gradual progress, which means taking it slow. Understand?"

"Then let's learn to draw pigeons. Mom likes pigeons the most and says they represent freedom." The child pursed his lips and said.

A hint of sympathy flashed in Jiang Ningxi's eyes.

[Poor kid, your mom would rather go to Country F to look at pigeons than stay here to look after you and your lame dad.]

"She can only blame your father for his lame leg. She had no choice but to give up on you and go fishing for other fish in the pond."

Wang Hanzhi, who was hearing these words outside the door, was completely in disbelief.

He tightly grasped the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair with both hands, suppressing his rage and not rushing in to question them.

Ridiculous! How could Ruwan be such a person?

Ruwan was forced away by his family, not because she gave up on him!

As soon as his leg heals, he will go abroad to find her!

As soon as he thought of this, he heard the voice coming from inside again.

[It’s a pity that Mr. Wang didn’t know this. He was still thinking about going abroad to find someone after his leg healed. But the result was…]

Wang Hanzhi: ...Tell me what the result is!

But after waiting outside for a long time, there was no further sound.

Half an hour passed quickly.

Jiang Ningxi stood up and went to the bathroom. When she came out, she had a wet towel in her hand, which was wrapped in plastic film to prevent it from getting wet.

She took the child's hand and tied the wet towel around his little wrist.

Before the child could react, she spoke.

"If you want to be as powerful as me, you must first have strength in your hands."

"From now on, for the next half hour, just draw with your right hand like this. After a while, you will definitely be able to break the pencil."

Wang Chengan raised his confused little face and looked at her, his eyes clearly saying, are you kidding me?

Jiang Ningxi immediately replied, "I'm not kidding you. Your teacher practiced like this when I was a child. It was even more exaggerated than this." But at that time she was just practicing calligraphy.

"But if you don't want to, forget it. I won't force you. Your dad didn't give me an extra salary anyway."

As a result, the child quickly withdrew his hand, although his two little eyebrows were wrinkled like two caterpillars.

But he still said with great determination, "No, I will learn!"

Then he lowered his head and continued to draw on the paper with his hands tied with a wet towel.

Jiang Ningxi suddenly felt a little curious.

So I sat down next to the child, folded my arms, and asked, "Why do you insist on learning how to bend pencils?"

The child said nothing.

Jiang Ningxi frowned and thought for a moment, then quickly came up with a possibility.

"I see. Were you bullied in kindergarten?"

As soon as she finished speaking, although the child pursed his lips and said nothing, Jiang Ningxi clearly felt that his mood had changed.

I knew I must have guessed right.

The children in aristocratic kindergartens come from prominent family backgrounds and are also smarter.

After I got home and heard the adults talking about it, I remembered it.

So little Wang Chengan was laughed at and bullied in kindergarten.

Raising her hand, she rubbed his little head and asked, "Are you afraid your father will worry, so you didn't tell him?"

What a good child! It's a pity that he was spoiled and died miserably in the future.

No, as her teacher, I feel a little reluctant.

"Student Wang Cheng'an, when someone bullies you, you fight back. Is that because you can't beat them?"

"I'm not defeated!" Wang Cheng'an immediately looked up at her with an unhappy face.

"Oh, I see. Are you afraid that your parents will be called if you fight?"

"It's okay, you go and fight. When the teacher wants to call the parents, you call me and I'll go!" Jiang Ningxi curled her lips, revealing a row of white teeth.

Wang Chengan’s eyes widened instantly. Is this possible?

But, it seems that it is not impossible!

She is his tutor, and also his parent!

"Really? You're not going to threaten me with this later, are you?"

Jiang Ningxi once again secretly sighed that this kid was really smart.

"No, there's no way a teacher would do something like that."

Wang Chengan believed it and nodded his furry little head, "Okay, then I'll go to school tomorrow!"

Another half an hour passed and the art class was over.

Wang Hanzhi outside the door reached out and pushed the wheelchair away quietly.

After a while, Butler Wang appeared.

"Teacher Jiang, our teacher is very satisfied with your class. The tuition fee will be transferred to you in a moment."

"I wonder if you'd be willing to sign a six-month contract with us."