Transmigrated as a vicious stepmother, I raised a child who became a heartthrob.

"I know, I know. Pei Hui is the best child in the world, and Mom will ask for your opinion."

Jiang Zhuhua reassured him once again. Pei Hui seemed incredibly insecure. The harmonious atmosphere at the school gate not long ago felt like a dream, and suddenly, he felt like he had returned to that insecure state.

Perhaps this was always the case, but it was simply hidden.

Pei Hui then reluctantly took his phone and walked outside. He glanced at his phone as he reached the door.

"I'll wait for the alarm to ring."

Pei Hui almost turned back every few steps.

Jiang Zhuhua didn't urge him, but waited for him to leave before closing the door.

"Hello, Teacher Yang, let's get straight to the point."

Jiang Zhuhua nodded politely.

"That's right. Pei Hui doesn't interact with other children at school and is very quiet. He also strongly dislikes being touched. Kindergarten children aren't focused on academics; emotionally and socially, he lags far behind the other children."

The young teacher in front of me was very responsible, explaining his observations from the day in detail.

Because of the time constraints, the speaking speed was relatively fast.

"And he has a bit of a problem distinguishing between imagination and reality. He didn't want to sleep during his afternoon nap today, and after he woke up, he started saying that you gave him candy and suspected that other children took it from him."

After saying that, Teacher Yang even added that there was surveillance footage to prove it.

"This is not an illness; it's just that his cognitive development is limited. At the same time, he lacks guidance. He is sensitive and loves his parents, and he doesn't even know much about some basic life skills. He's somewhat out of touch with society."

Teacher Yang spoke quickly.

"You could spend more time with him. Perhaps you could ask if you've had any contact with the child before, or if your ex-husband has been taking care of him?"

“My ex-husband has been taking care of her. But some things happened in between, and he only recently started living with me.”

Jiang Zhuhua didn't elaborate on his family's situation, only mentioning it briefly.

"You can try to learn more about him and spend more time with him. You can try taking him out to socialize or let him socialize with other people. You can also try getting some pets. We will also pay more attention to him at school, but as a parent, you also need to take some responsibility. We need to work together as a family and school."

Time was ticking away, almost as if every second counted. Jiang Zhuhua listened silently, getting a general idea of ​​what Pei Hui had been like at school.

She began to suspect that what he had heard was something he had heard from someone else, or something his friend had told him.

Pei Hui likely hides her true feelings well in front of him, but her behavior at school is quite poor. He wants to gain her affection and become a good boy, a well-behaved child in the traditional sense.

Just as Teacher Yang started talking about home-school cooperation, the time came. The alarm clock rang and the door was pushed open from the outside.

"mom!"

Pei Hui almost immediately stood next to Jiang Zhuhua. His eyes even revealed a hint of wariness towards Teacher Yang.

"We've finished talking. Now we can go home."

Jiang Zhuhua nodded politely to Teacher Yang, took Pei Hui's hand, and walked outside.

By this time, there were hardly any cars outside. Jiang Zhuhua's car was parked in a very conspicuous place, with a young man standing next to it.

Pei Hui became even more wary and gently tugged at Jiang Zhuhua's sleeve: "Mom, who is he?"

Why are you next to our car?

I don't know what this child was imagining, but his eyes were very wary, even a little fierce.

"The guy who drove us, I told you about him, remember?"

Jiang Zhuhua pretended not to see the other person's fierce eyes and continued to hold his hand gently.

"Boss, here are your car keys."

The young man took two quick steps forward, a gentle smile on his fair face.

"Thank you."

Jiang Zhuhua took the keys and was about to get into the car when he opened the door and found his student ID lying next to the seat.

It clearly states "Capital University, Business English" on it.

Jiang Zhuhua paused as he boarded the bus, then turned to look at the person who was about to leave: "Excuse me, you've lost your student ID."

The young man turned around in a daze, only realizing what was going on after seeing the student ID.

"Thank you. I have to go now, my friend is waiting for me."

The young man thanked him politely and strode away.

Jiang Zhuhua got into the car, still thinking about the idea that had just crossed his mind. However, after pondering for a while, he decisively abandoned the idea.

The child is still young, there's no need to rush into tutoring.

The two of them went out for a meal together as agreed, and then went back.

"Mom, what exactly did Teacher Yang say to you?"

Pei Hui had been holding back all the way home, and once there, he couldn't wait to start asking questions. He simply couldn't take it anymore.

"Your teacher, Ms. Yang, told me that you're doing very well at school. Mom is very happy."

What can a child understand? Jiang Zhuhua was only selectively praising him.

Pei Hui was finally satisfied and went to the living room to watch TV.

Jiang Zhuhua changed into his loungewear and began to think about making friends. Teacher Yang said that Pei Hui should learn to socialize, as his social skills were lagging behind.

But Jiang Zhuhua didn't understand these things either; she didn't even have any friends here. How could she teach others to make friends when she herself had none?

Furthermore, Pei Hui said today that their money is limited, and there's some truth to that. If they are frugal and thrifty, it's enough to last a lifetime.

But the child is still young. In the future, he will need to travel, and there will be expenses for food, clothing, and accommodation. If he develops any interests in the future, there will be even more expenses. We can't just sit around and do nothing.

A person's value cannot be limited to their home.

Jiang Zhuhua lay on the bed, his hand over his eyes, deep in thought.

In her previous life, she was incredibly lucky to inherit a portion of a stranger's fortune. She then went into the restaurant business.

Although she started her life with an entertainment company and a tea shop, she wasn't very good at managing them. She's been working hard lately to familiarize herself with the business and get to know all sorts of people.

But she still couldn't quite keep up. She didn't know much about the entertainment industry, nor did she know much about tea.

She is most familiar with the catering industry.

Jiang Zhuhua rolled over in bed, then rolled over again, finally getting a little irritated. He simply sat up, took a notebook from the drawer, pulled out a pen, and started writing and drawing on it.

The money is being gradually transferred back to the original owner, but a large sum remains. The entertainment company is generating revenue. The tea business, however, is operating at a loss.

I've recently learned a bit about the entertainment industry. Investing in film and television is prone to failure, and investing in celebrities is prone to scandals. Although the profits are huge, there are also many dangers involved.

Jiang Zhuhua took a pen and wrote down his analysis point by point.

I finally decided to start a new business in a field I'm familiar with. It's a backup plan. Striving in an unfamiliar field is simply too risky.