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Yang Zhiyao heard a familiar voice and looked up.

Wearing a baseball cap and black sunglasses, Fu Qingyang was looking down at her with a faint smile on his face.

The little girl felt even more annoyed when she saw him still smiling.

"Hmph, because Uncle Fu is a big idiot!"

"You were so careless, you didn't even take good care of me!"

Yang Zhiyao's voice was both soft and fierce.

Fu Qingyang realized that the little girl was really sulking, so he squatted down and gently rubbed her fluffy little head.

He spoke patiently and softly:

"I'm sorry, I've been a bit busy at work today. Please forgive me."

Fu Qingyang's tone was exceptionally gentle this time, with a hint of pleading in his voice.

If this were at Tiancheng headquarters, the president's reaction would be absolutely suffocating.

Yang Zhiyao glanced sideways at Fu Qingyang and muttered helplessly:

"Then promise me there won't be a next time!"

"I don't want to be laughed at."

Zhizhi is a generous and clear-headed child, especially since things have already happened, and being angry won't solve the problem.

"I promise you."

"Including this time."

Fu Qingyang smiled gently and agreed earnestly.

Immediately, he stood up and glanced at his watch.

"It's almost time, let's go change."

As he spoke, Fu Qingyang reached out his hand to Yang Zhiyao.

Yang Zhiyao didn't understand, but Fu Qingyang still pulled her towards the classroom door.

"Uncle Fu, I think we should tell the teacher."

"It's okay, we'll change it not far from the entrance."

Yang Zhiyao had thought things through very carefully, but Fu Qingyang felt it was unnecessary.

Some parents were blocking the doorway discussing their children when they saw a tall, handsome man leading Yang Zhiyao out, and they all made way for him.

They only started discussing the two men's retreating figures after they had walked out the gate.

"They were probably persuaded by the teacher to go back and change their clothes."

"We've been saying this father is really something else. He's such a clean-cut young man, how come he's so rough with his daughter?"

"If you ask me, fathers are just not as attentive as mothers."

At this moment, the blonde mother, having finished taking the photos, covered her mouth and muttered softly:

"Hey, this man isn't Yang Zhiyao's father."

"I heard that Gu Chenchen's mother said that Yang Xue had already divorced, and this is very likely the young man she was keeping."

Upon hearing this, the other mothers' gossip instincts were instantly ignited, and their eyes lit up:

"Really? He's so handsome, just like an oppa from a Korean drama."

"Yang Xue has a good eye for talent. She looks like she should be a celebrity, right?"

The blonde mother chuckled softly, her tone slightly sarcastic:

"Hmph, what kind of celebrity? I think he's more like a gold digger who lives off a rich woman."

"Details reveal a person's character. If he cared about the girl, wouldn't he dress her up a bit?"

In this way, amidst everyone's comments, Fu Qingyang's image as a scumbag who lives off a woman was solidified.

However, to the parents' surprise, the two did not go far, but stood at the kindergarten gate waiting.

Before long, several Cullinans were seen parked in an orderly fashion in front of the kindergarten.

Cars from this brand typically start at a market price of 700 million.

As soon as the car door opened, several beautiful women in dark blue uniforms stepped out.

They stood at the entrance like elegant flight attendants walking through the terminal, each holding a different toolbox and displaying a cool and aloof expression.

Following them was a group of strong men in black suits, carrying either silver metal cases or various designer bags.

Finally, a man wearing a black trench coat arrived at the school gate.

He had a European face and looked older, around 40 years old, but his upright and slender figure exuded elegance.

They got out of the car and walked into the campus, while the others negotiated with the security guards at the school gate.

After a few words, the security guard called the principal.

Soon, the school gates were opened.

The parents were bewildered again. As the crowd followed, the blonde mother who had been gossiping about Fu Qingyang spoke up in astonishment:

"I've seen that foreign man online!"

"He is Chris, the stylist for Dream Paris, one of the world's most outstanding stylists."

"It's said that hiring him for a single styling session costs five figures in US dollars!"

Everyone else was stunned when they heard what the blonde mother said.

A new mother frowned and asked:

What is he doing at our kindergarten?

"Doing publicity...?"

The blonde mom responded:

"Ha, isn't that nonsense? What kind of publicity would you do at a kindergarten?"

"Didn't you hear that a high-ranking leader came down to inspect today?"

"Even the chief director of our local TV station came to record this."

"They must have invited them."

The blond BMW is clearly a high-level player; he is not only knowledgeable but also has his own logic.

Just as she was speaking eloquently, an unbelievable scene unfolded.

The man named Kulis walked towards Fu Qingyang and greeted him politely.

The two stylish women behind him smiled and bowed to him.

A new mother asked in surprise:

"What are they talking about with that pretty boy?"

The blonde mom was speechless. She stared blankly, holding her breath for a long time.

"Uh... ask for directions."

"It's perfectly normal to ask a handsome guy for directions if you don't know the specific route."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a group of men in black, led by security guards, began setting up a makeshift dressing room on the school playground. A few minutes later, a neat and tidy temporary dressing room was completed.

The fitting room occupies a full forty square meters, and it's pink with a European style, resembling a Disney castle.

Such an eye-catching building naturally attracted many children and parents to watch and take pictures.

Cinderella Yang Zhiyao was gently led into the castle by a group of beautiful women, with stylist Cullinan following closely behind.

This action left Yang Zhiyao bewildered, and she kept glancing back at Fu Qingyang as she walked alongside him.

This time, it was the parents who pointed fingers and mocked other people's children who collectively made a fool of themselves.

What exactly is going on here?

"Parents, have you seen Yang Zhiyao?"

But then they saw their homeroom teacher, Zhang Yan, rush out of the classroom, her face full of anxiety as she asked them questions.

She had just found a moment to fix Yang Zhiyao's hair and was about to think about the clothes later when she discovered that the little girl was gone.

A mother silently pointed to the playground.

"She's...in the castle..."

Zhang Yan looked at the playground and suddenly saw a house that had appeared, and she froze on the spot.

...

Fu Qingyang stood quietly by and waited.

Although the meeting was ready, he still wanted to wait until Yang Zhiyao finished her makeup before dealing with it.

"Hello, sir. Are you Zhizhi's parent?"

Fu Qingyang turned her head and saw Yang Zhiyao's homeroom teacher and a group of mothers walking towards her with concern.

"Yes."

Fu Qingyang responded without hesitation with a simple "Yes".

Seeing the other party's cold attitude, Zhang Yan's question suddenly caught in her throat.

Helpless, Zhang Yan could only cautiously point to the playground and ask:

"Excuse me, is Yang Zhiyao inside...?"

"what is she doing?"

Fu Qingyang glanced around at the mothers and responded calmly:

"She's putting on makeup."

"I was in a rush this morning, so I could only manage to change here."

The parents looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

This was completely different from what they had imagined, and the plot development even felt too fantastical.

The stark contrast between the beginning and the end immediately evoked a strong sense of disparity in the parents' minds.

"They say details matter, but for a small kindergarten competition, this man hired the world's best costume designer and even built her a castle?!"

"Is this all a biological daughter can do?"

Could it be that the man in front of me paid for all of this...?

Just as everyone was pondering, a long van pulled up behind the convoy.

People from Kyoto Television also came.