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

Is An An injured?

Upon seeing the message, Jiang Zhuhua immediately inquired.

I can take a video for you, would you like that?

Ms. Yang asked cautiously. After all, she had seen many strange parents since she started working in the field, and she was afraid of touching a nerve with some parents who might accuse her of violating their child's right to privacy.

[Trouble. 】

A video would be even better. It seemed Teacher Yang had been right next to An'an the whole time, as she quickly sent a video.

In the video, Jiang Ji had her head down, her hands clenched tightly, and there were no visible wounds on her face. Her clothes were disheveled and dirty. Her eyes looked red, but she wasn't crying.

He stood there stubbornly, with an air of defiance.

【I'm coming right now. Could you please separate him from the children who were fighting, Ms. Yang?】

Why wait for school to end at this point? What's more important than your child than work?

Jiang Zhuhua directly called Assistant Wang, asking him to take the unfinished contract and drive together to the kindergarten.

Perhaps to facilitate communication, the other party's parents also came. The kindergarten has surveillance cameras, so even if the other party wanted to cause trouble, they wouldn't be able to say anything in the face of irrefutable evidence.

He just kept shouting:

"Children don't know any better and just say a few random things. You can't hit them!"

"This child is so insensible, how could he hit my child?"

"How did you raise your child?"

"Children without a father to discipline them will never amount to anything."

"Your children have both parents, but they are raised like wild children, lacking manners. It's clear that your whole family is rotten to the core."

As Jiang Zhuhua listened to the muttered words, he felt as if a taut string in his mind had finally snapped. The glass shattered on the ground, the double-layered tempered glass breaking into pieces, and the steaming water released a thin wisp of smoke into the air.

Those words, each one coldly squeezed out of his mouth, were like knives.

"You! Get your facts straight, okay? Your child hit our child, what are you throwing a tantrum for? Don't you believe we've said a few words in protest?"

One of the men muttered something, his eyes filled with blatant malice; even though his tone was weak, his eyes were disgusting.

"That's because you didn't raise your child well. Isn't it normal to be beaten? If you say another word, I will cover your medical expenses."

Jiang Zhuhua's face was grim. Ever since she watched the surveillance footage, her expression hadn't improved. At this moment, she cracked her wrists, her meaning quite clear.

"Teacher Yang, look at this parent's attitude! They even want to hit you? This is a kindergarten, what's wrong with this child's parent? It's like they have violent tendencies!"

It seems the other side had the advantage of having more people, and someone was muttering something.

"What's so great about breaking a cup? It scared my child. You think you're the only one who can break cups?"

Others chimed in, as if that were the right thing to do.

Jiang Zhuhua tried hard to control his temper and calm his tone.

At the same time, try to clear your mind.

"You say I have a bad temper? Fine, let's have a calm talk. My son's clothes are custom-made, costing 200,000 yuan. The phone your child smashed is the latest model, not expensive, costing a little over 100,000 yuan. It's not available on the market right now, but I can provide evidence."

At the time, things were rushed, and kindergarten wasn't considered that important. Jiang Zhuhua did choose a prestigious school, but it wasn't really that aristocratic. It was more of a school for the middle class.

You can get in if you spend money and work hard. It's just that there are a lot of places where you have to spend money.

None of the people present were wearing cheap clothes, but they weren't expensive at all.

As soon as money was mentioned, their expressions immediately turned sour.

"Secretary Wang, compile a list of losses and send it to them so they can resolve the issue. If they don't get their money back, then file a lawsuit."

Calm down? Once Jiang Zhuhua calmed down, all he wanted was for others to die.

Although these people can afford this money, it's disgusting enough to make them reconsider their approach to early childhood education.

Most importantly, in the business world, most smart people don't yell like that, especially when they don't know the other party's background.

But these people are like NPCs in a novel, spouting mindless remarks. They generally fall into a few categories: acting like local tyrants at home; nouveau riche who are ignorant of their own limitations and the hardships of running a business; or lacking emotional intelligence.

But that's not important. What's important is how these people will explain things to their families when they get back.

"Ms. Yang, I'm so sorry I broke your cup. I was really angry just now. I'll have my secretary replace it for you later. I'll take my child home now. We'll try to resolve this privately today."

Jiang Zhuhua politely said goodbye to Teacher Yang, who was trying to lighten the mood.

She wouldn't make things difficult for a working-class person.

Jiang Ji stood against the wall with his head down. Jiang Zhuhua pulled him into his arms and let him sit on his arm.

Jiang Ji hugged his mother's neck, looking dejected.

After leaving the school gate, Jiang Zhuhua saw Secretary Wang beside him, his voice still carrying a lingering coldness.

"Keep an eye on their addresses, cause them some trouble at work, but not to the point of making them lose their jobs."

If a child is not properly educated, the parents bear primary responsibility. If the parents are irresponsible, society will punish them. However, it is not serious enough to cause a family to lose all their source of income.

Jiang Zhuhua knew very well that he couldn't push the rabbits too far. As long as they realized they had offended the wrong people, many problems would be easily solved.

"Okay, boss. Shall I take you home?"

Wang Xianghai made a note of this and helped open the car door.

"Yes. Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

Jiang Zhuhua got into the back seat. Jiang Ji seemed lost in thought, not in a good mood. Even after returning home, Jiang Ji remained seemingly preoccupied.

Jiang Zhuhua moved a small stool and sat down in front of him.

"An'an, are you hurt?"

I didn't see any injuries in the video, but his clothes were torn and ripped, and covered in all sorts of random stuff.

Jiang Zhuhua was still quite worried about getting injured.

"No. Mom, I don't want a dad."

Jiang Ji snapped out of her thoughts, looked up, and stared intently at Jiang Zhuhua.

"Why do they think a father is indispensable? Why do they bully me because I don't have a father? Is a father really a necessity in life? But I wasn't happy when I had a father. Having a father isn't necessarily a good thing."

Jiang Ji's face was full of doubt as he posed his question, word by word.