Because he didn't want her to wait for him too late and miss dinner time, he always frowned and said - "Don't wait for me. If you ruin your figure, I won't have time to accompany you to the doctor." Because when he returned home at night and saw that she had fallen asleep with difficulty, he couldn't bear to wake her up, so his way of suppressing his desires was to silently count sheep by himself. She was the only woman he loved wholeheartedly in his life. That's why he took on all the responsibilities and emotions by himself. Unexpectedly, just as he thought this night would be sweet like their honeymoon, his beautiful wife opened her mouth and said: "Let's get a divorce..."
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In the study of the Wei family, under the soft bright light, Wei Heng frowned as he looked at the neat handwriting on the family communication book. The homeroom teacher of Jiaen wanted to have a talk with him. What a "talk". These three words are all-encompassing, they can be light or heavy, big or small, commendatory or derogatory. It could be because Jiaen performed well, so the teacher wants to discuss the time to commend outstanding elementary school students with him, or it could be because Jiaen poked out a classmate's eye, so the teacher wants to discuss the issue of compensation with him. In short, trouble comes without good intentions. Thinking about this, he leaned back on the leather chair, unconsciously rubbing his temples. My head hurts. What kind of tantrum is Jiaen throwing again? Causing the teacher to want to see him, his capricious and difficult-to-deal-with personality is exactly like his father, of course, if you say it's like his grandfather, that works too... "What do you mean? Look at mine, it's the best among the best, how fine the carved flowers are..." The loud voice in the living room belonged to his father, Wei Rong, who is also Jiaen's grandfather. He is 65 years old this year, currently the largest shareholder and founder of "Wei Pu Optoelectronics Group", with assets worth hundreds of millions. Last year, he ranked precisely 50th in Taiwan's top 50 richest people list. His father has an old-fashioned style, used to grabbing everything, but thanks to his insistence, there has been some compromise in recent years, otherwise, they would often play the drama of "you throw I pick" with the maid - when they have fiery arguments, you break chairs, I smash tables, and the poor maid is responsible for cleaning up afterwards, putting good things back in place, sweeping broken things away to wait for the garbage truck. Of course, because the father and son are too alike, there are often situations of "narrowly meeting" whether at home or in the company - either you block me at the restaurant entrance, or I see you when I enter the elevator, especially when they disagree on the company's operations, they particularly dislike each other's arrogance. More naturally - they both think the other person is arrogant, not themselves! "Tsk tsk tsk, you're doing great, can yours be seen? Look, look at mine, it has a crouching tiger and a hidden dragon painted on it..." Wei Heng heard his father immediately "retaliate" against his friend. "What are you talking about? Are you blind? Yours is what broken teapot, so rough, I don't know how you have the face to take it out!" "Yours is rough! But, speaking of which, where were you deceived? Bought this ragged teapot, I bet it's not worth much money, hehehe, wouldn't exceed five hundred dollars, right?" "Five, five hundred dollars?" The old lion went berserk, yelling to the sky. "Damn it! Clearly yours is the broken teapot... Wife~" His voice softened a bit, politely negotiating. "You take a look, whose is more ragged between ours?" "Yours." A mature woman's voice made a decisive conclusion without hesitation, it was predictable that her taking sides would ignite a storm of blood and rain in the martial arts world. "Damn!" The sound of flipping the table made Wei Heng's head hurt even more. "You old bastard, get out of my house, take all your ragged teapots with you, from now on don't come to my house anymore, you're not welcome here!" "Understood, understood." Very compliant sounds of tidying up followed. "I'll leave then. Younger sister-in-law, I'll come again tomorrow!" No one would have thought that the person being summoned by his father was a big shot in the shipping industry - the chairman of Wan Bai Shipping, Wu Wanbai. For twenty years, these two prominent figures have always interacted like this, harmoniously exchanging collections every time, and finally his father always ended it by slamming the table, only to return the next day. The commotion stopped, the living room returned to quietness, and Wei Heng's gaze returned to the communication book on the table. He picked up the pen and signed his name in the parent signature section. Tomorrow, he should go to the school once. "Jiaen, what exactly did you do? At least let me know first, so I can talk to the teacher." In the car, Wei Heng patiently negotiated with the seven-year-old child while driving. He certainly didn't want to be scolded by the teacher later without any defense. Yes, even though he thought it might be Jiaen's fault, the Wei family's creed is to die rather than admit mistakes, no matter what, he must make the teacher believe that if Jiaen is wrong, it's due to the teacher's incompetence, absolutely not Jiaen's problem. "Nothing." Jiaen's cute little lips were tightly closed, and these two words came out with a slightly sulky tone. Then he turned his head to look out the window, clearly indicating that he didn't want to talk about it anymore. "If nothing happened, why does the teacher want me to come?" Encountering peak traffic was already enough to make him anxious, and this little guy was sulking again. What to do when you can't hit a child but really want to? He suddenly honked the horn wildly, scaring the turtle car in front that was braking for no reason, making it speed away. His new silver-gray BMW was quite intimidating, with full black thermal insulation paper, plus his stern face, a pair of designer sunglasses on his straight nose bridge, looking like someone from a powerful family or a triad member. "Ask her yourself." Jiaen was still looking out the window, completely unmoved by Wei Heng's earlier venting on the car in front. "If something did happen?" Wei Heng gritted his teeth. The little devil had an air of indifference, drawing circles on his expensive car window with his tiny fingers. "It did." What kind of talk is this? However, Wei Heng, who fears neither heaven nor earth, had to suppress his anger in front of a seven-year-old child, not for any other reason, just because Jiaen is a child. Alright, he knows that children nowadays mature early, maybe they've already entered the rebellious phase in the first grade, he shouldn't quarrel with a child, although, he really wanted to grab Jiaen's shoulders and shake him hard. What stubborn character, exactly like his father... "Shengxin Elementary School" was finally reached. It wasn't a private aristocratic school, but it was a very well-reputed elementary school, so every year people fought to enroll their children, requiring a lottery. Wei Heng donated all the school's computer equipment, so Jiaen was "luckily" selected on his first try. They got out of the car, Jiaen walked ahead with his backpack and lunch bag, and Wei Heng followed him. He basically had no idea where Jiaen's classroom was. It had been two months since school started, and he hadn't attended any meetings mentioned on the notification slips, just ticking the box for "unable to attend" and leaving it at that. In his mind, once the child enters school, it's the teacher's responsibility, he just needs to pay the registration fee and after-school care costs, right? Surely he doesn't need to attend school activities all the time? There's no such thing. The maple leaves were red at the end of autumn, the campus was truly beautiful. Wei Heng took off his sunglasses, forgetting how long it had been since he'd gone out to the suburbs. Since he dove into Wei Pu Optoelectronics, his life seemed to revolve around numbers and orders. After Wei Lü disappeared, his life changed drastically, leaving only more black-and-white numbers and orders. "Our teacher is very ugly, you know." Jiaen suddenly turned around and said. Wei Heng was slightly stunned. What kind of talk is this? He didn't have any fantasies about the teacher, so why would he care if the teacher was beautiful or ugly? To be precise, he was too busy to fantasize about women, not even having time for a proper meal, let alone time to think about unnecessary things? The large and small figures crossed the playground, reaching the Grade One classrooms. Parents were sending their children into the classrooms one by one, and since they weren't confident, they were giving them instructions earnestly. To Wei Heng, this was a completely unfamiliar place. Usually, he would stop at the school gate and let Jiaen walk in by himself. He didn't know there were so many parents with spare time to escort their children into the classroom. Among the casually dressed parents, his neatly suited self stood out distinctly. Jiaen didn't care about him at all, coolly walking into the classroom, placing his backpack down, hanging the lunch bag properly, and skillfully taking out the communication book to copy. There weren't many children in the classroom. Wei Heng glanced at his watch; it was already 7:30. Besides a few children sitting at their desks, where had the others whose backpacks were hanging on the chairs gone? He had no choice but to enter the classroom, walk to Jiaen's seat, and ask, "Jiaen, where's your teacher? Where did the other children go?" The little guy didn't even bother to lift his head. "They're sweeping outside." Looking at the few lines copied by the small hand, he couldn't help but frown. "Jiaen, your handwriting is so ugly. Can't you write better?" The Hu teacher from the after-school care center had complained to him more than once in the communication book that Jiaen refused to accept corrections to his handwriting, regardless of whether the teacher punished or rewarded him, he insisted on writing his characters crookedly. When Jiaen raised his head, Wei Heng saw his face suddenly turn red because of his words, shaking his head involuntarily. Easily impulsive, this trait was exactly like his father. "I think it's beautiful enough!" The little guy was angry. He restrained himself. "Jiaen, tell me, why won't you write properly?" "I think this is good enough!" Jiaen argued strongly. Wei Heng frowned deeply. He didn't believe Jiaen didn't know his handwriting was bad, but he couldn't understand why Jiaen insisted on opposing the teacher and him. He said coldly, "But Hu teacher said that only your handwriting hasn't kept up with the progress. Everyone else has improved, but you haven't progressed and even regressed." Jiaen's eyes burned with anger, his fists clenched. "Who said I haven't improved? I have improved, greatly improved!" Taking a deep breath, Wei Heng suppressed his emotions. The little guy was obviously arguing fallaciously. If Jiaen continued to be unteachable, he really would have to hire a private tutor or send him to a boarding school abroad. If it weren't for considering Jiaen's need for group life, he would implement iron-fisted policies! Liang Pan You arrived at the classroom with the children from the outdoor cleaning area just in time to witness this unprecedented explosive scene. A well-dressed tall man was glaring angrily at Wei Jiaen, whose neck was high, and his head seemed ready to burst into flames! She hurried over quickly. "Uh —— I am Teacher Liang, who are you, sir ——" She still held the broom in her hand, unable to put it away at the moment. Jiaen's parents had never come to school before. If her guess was correct, yesterday she wrote in the communication book, hoping Jiaen's parents would come to school, and the person in front of her should be Jiaen's parent. When the man heard her voice, he lifted his eyes, and for a moment, Pan You felt surprised and confused. Is he Jiaen's dad? Such a young parent, such a handsome parent, broad shoulders, flat abdomen, long legs. His black hair was dense, neatly combed, his face angular, his eyes carried a gloomy expression, his gaze somewhat profound, his nose straight, his lips thin yet distinctive, his well-tailored suit accentuating his demeanor even more. Was he thirty years old? If he wasn't thirty, how old was he when he had Jiaen? If he was already thirty, then was he a father at twenty-three? Her eyelashes blinked. At twenty-three, she was still naively graduating from university, although she had always dreamed of becoming a primary school teacher, she wasn't sure back then if she could manage a group of children. Fortunately, she was lucky. Throughout her teaching career, she had never encountered an unteachable child, nor unreasonable parents. In her five years of teaching, she had never seen such a fatal and outstanding "parent," vaguely thinking that if he became a star, he wouldn't lose to those popular idols! Wei Heng was startled, similarly scrutinizing the delicate and petite female teacher in front of him, completely unexpected to meet such a transcendentally pure face. She, was so young! Did Jiaen intentionally say she was ugly to surprise him with her beauty? She had nothing to do with ugliness, not only not ugly, but possessed an indescribable elegance, transcendence, and charm. He stared at her without concealing his intent to examine her. Narrow shoulders, a waist so slender it could barely hold, pitch-black eyes crystal clear, gaze as pure as water, a straight and elegant nose, tender, thin, and small lips. Her skin was very fair, her long hair flowing down her shoulders, wearing a simple white knee-length dress, paired with a light yellow knitted sweater. She was pure and ethereal, graceful, meticulous, stirring his heart. What was her name? Every day in the teacher's column of the communication book, her stamp appeared. He had been watching these three characters for over two months, and now he was somewhat troubled that he couldn't even remember her name. He cleared his throat. "I am Jiaen's..." "Jiaen's dad?" Pan You interjected, her crystal-clear face inexplicably tinged with a slight blush. Any ordinary person standing in front of such a dignified and imposing man would feel nervous, let alone her chronic problem of blushing easily when nervous. Therefore, she was most suitable to be a primary school teacher because she was relatively less nervous only when facing children. "I am Jiaen's temporary guardian." Wei Heng briefly clarified his identity. "Ah?" Pan You lightly raised her long lashes. What was he saying? She had reviewed Jiaen's file, with a fairly affluent background, an only child in the family, otherwise, there was nothing unusual. She didn't understand what "temporary guardian" meant? Did it mean he wasn't Jiaen's father? So, Jiaen's father, after seeing her note in the communication book, still remained indifferent and sent someone else instead of coming himself? She took a deep breath, unable to comprehend how someone could neglect their own child to this extent! "Sir! Please wait for me in the corridor! I have something to convey to Jiaen's parents!" At this moment, her nervousness and blush disappeared, and she was solely focused on fighting for the rights of her student! After finishing, without waiting for Wei Heng's response, she quickly placed the broom back in the cleaning area behind the classroom, clapped her hands, and loudly announced, "Children! Put the cleaning tools back, those who haven't copied the communication book, do so quickly, those who haven't eaten breakfast, eat now, those who have done both, take out your crayons, there's colored paper on the desk, color it!" Wei Heng watched her in the corridor, amazed at how such a petite person could have such a strong lung capacity, her voice not only crisp but also articulate. "May I know your name, sir?" Pan You settled the children, her gaze determined as she approached Wei Heng. "My surname is Wei." Wei Heng similarly gazed at her, from her eyes, he saw that she was not as fragile as she appeared, possessing a tenacious and stubborn side. "What is your relationship with Jiaen?" Pan You was slightly startled upon hearing he shared the same surname as Jiaen. He moved the corner of his mouth. "I am Jiaen's uncle." "Oh~" Pan You was momentarily stunned again. "Then, where are Jiaen's parents?" After deliberating for a while, Wei Heng finally said, "Divorced." For the Wei family, family scandals should not be exposed, so he did not fill in the fact about Jiaen's parents' divorce in the form, and his father had already issued a gag order when Jiaen's parents divorced, ensuring that no one outside knew about the divorce of the eldest son of the Wei family. "Uh —— Divorce, divorce?" Pan You paused for the third time. Children's family status is thoroughly investigated in the forms filled out during enrollment, but in Jiaen's family status survey form, there was no mention of his parents' divorce. She was certain she hadn't made a mistake. "Jiaen's custody currently belongs to the male party." Skipping over the part where details were not truthfully filled in, Wei Heng briefly explained, "Jiaen's father is currently not in the country, so all matters related to Jiaen are temporarily handled by me." "But, why wasn't this item clearly stated in the enrollment form?" She still couldn't understand this practice. If she had known Jiaen's family background earlier, she would have adopted a different guidance method. "It's not a glorious matter, no need to specify it too much." He casually answered, as if it was a perfectly reasonable reason. This reason made Pan You's almond-shaped eyes widen in astonishment. "Then, when will Jiaen's father return?" She didn't entirely agree with placing adult self-esteem above the child's interests, which was unfair to Jiaen. "I don't know." Wei Heng's facial features suddenly stiffened. Talking about this made him angry, how could a grown man be so irresponsible