Chapter 720: The Ideal Was Mocked

My husband makes a lot of sense.

Shi Youxuan is convinced.

But she cannot listen!

Shi Youxuan insists on sending her son in; even if the head of the kindergarten is a snob, there are still teachers and other children, they can't all be like that, right?

Besides, having gone through so much trouble to get into the Bilingual Kindergarten, she is truly unwilling to give up now without even having gone once.

Sheng Hanyu cannot be stubborn against his wife, so he has no choice but to let it go.

……

School has started.

Sheng Zichen is very happy on his first day of kindergarten; he happily puts on the clothes his mother "meticulously" prepared and is dropped off by his grandmother and mother together, but he is looked down upon as soon as he reaches the kindergarten entrance.

Because they are dressed too shabbily, Sheng Zichen stands out like a "crane in a flock of chickens" among the children covered in designer brands.

In class.

According to the kindergarten's rules, all new children must introduce themselves.

Sheng Zichen stands at the front, poised and natural: "Hello everyone, my name is Sheng Zichen, I am three years old this year..."

The teacher prompts: "Sheng Zichen, tell us what you like most and what you want to be in the future."

Sheng Zichen: "I like eating the most, and I want to be a chef when I grow up!"

"Whoosh—"

The children burst into loud laughter.

Everyone is laughing until they are doubled over.

"He wants to be a chef, how embarrassing!"

"I want to be a scientist."

One of the little fellows puffs out his chest and holds his head high, as if he were already a respected scientist.

"I want to be a professor."

"I want to be a general."

"I want to be a Chairman..."

The children's ideals are all very grand and high-end. By comparison, Sheng Zichen's ideal of being a chef is indeed not something that can be presented in polite society.

Sheng Zichen stays silent, his little face drooping; he feels very wronged.

Why can't he be a chef?

He thinks his ideal is great, there's no problem with it!

Besides, he has told his father, mother, grandfather, and grandmother about his ideal, and no one laughed at him; even if they did laugh, it wasn't like this.

The little fellow is confused.

If the children stopped laughing now, or if the teacher could stop them, he could still hold back his tears.

But that does not happen.

"Sheng Zichen, change your ideal," the teacher says.

Sheng Zichen:...

He does not want to change it.

"I, I want to be a scientist," Sheng Zichen's voice is as small as a mosquito's hum.

There is no other way; although it goes against his heart, Sheng Zichen wants even less to be laughed at.

"Liar, he just wants to be a cook, he'll be a failure his whole life."

"Ooh—being a cook, what a failure."

"A failure!"

The children jeer, and the teacher does not stop them, instead standing to the side with a smile, watching the spectacle.

Sheng Zichen is unconvinced: "You are the ones who are failures! My dad said that there is no high or low in professions, and people who look down on others are the lowest!"

Actually, his dad did not say this.

But he is so angry that he exaggerated a little.

"You're the lowest!"

"You're the one who's the lowest!"

The children start cursing.

When the other children were humiliating Sheng Zichen, the teacher did nothing, but after Sheng Zichen fought back, she immediately intervened.

"Sheng Zichen, how can you curse at people? You have no manners at all. If your parents won't discipline you, I will do it for them."

The young teacher grabs Sheng Zichen and drags him out of the classroom...

School is out.

Shi Youxuan waits at the kindergarten entrance, craning her neck in anticipation.

The children line up and come out one after another, but even after the last child comes out, Shi Youxuan still has not seen her son.

"Teacher, where is Sheng Zichen?"

The young teacher's face is as cold as frost: "I don't know."

"You are a teacher, and you don't know?"

Shi Youxuan feels a small flame in her heart "sizzle" as it flares up; it is too infuriating.

But something even more infuriating is yet to come.

The young teacher rolls her eyes even further and looks down at Shi Youxuan with a sidelong glance.

Sheng Zichen has just started kindergarten and has not moved back home to live.

They still lived in an old, broken-down, small apartment, and the clothes Shi Youxuan wore were still cheap, picked up from street stalls.

She herself did not feel there was anything wrong with that.

But she was dissed for it.

That undisguised contempt and disdain—Shi Youxuan did not want to endure it any longer!

Her gaze was like a torch, and she said word by word: "I will give you one last chance. Tell me, where is Sheng Zichen? What have you done to him?"

Shi Youxuan radiated a powerful aura, and her presence suddenly became different.

The young teacher was a bit stunned.

The woman in front of her was wearing less than a hundred yuan worth of clothes from head to toe, clearly cheap items picked up from street stalls; even the cleaning lady at the kindergarten dressed better than her, so how could she have such a powerful aura?

Even the kindergarten director did not have such an aura.

She did not want to tell the truth.

She even wanted to humiliate Sheng Zichen's mother, but her hand involuntarily pointed behind her: "He is, he is in the kindergarten."

Shi Youxuan barged inside.

The Security Guard stopped her: "Parents are not allowed to enter."

Shi Youxuan said sternly: "My child is inside. If anything is wrong with him, will you take responsibility?"

Security Guard:...

He only wanted to intimidate people and put on airs; he did not want to take responsibility.

So he stepped aside.

Shi Youxuan was almost sprinting, rushing into the building all the way.

"Baobao."

"Sheng Zichen."

"Sheng Zichen."

"Baobao, where are you?"

She could hear the "thump-thump" sound of her own heartbeat.

It was so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.

She opened door after door: the toy room, the piano room, the English classroom, the nap room... all of them were empty!

She searched from the first floor to the top floor, and back down from the top floor to the first floor; there was nothing, Sheng Zichen was not there.

Shi Youxuan was about to collapse, her face covered in tears.

That jerk was lying!

Shi Youxuan wanted to find that young teacher and tear her apart.

But before tearing her apart, she had to pry her teeth open to make her say exactly where Zichen was!

"Mommy—"

"Mommy—"

"Sob sob sob..."

"I don't want to be a chef anymore..."

Her son's voice.

It was coming from the right.

Shi Youxuan stopped in her tracks and listened carefully—that was right, it was her son's voice.

The little guy was aggrieved, crying miserably.

"Baobao, don't be afraid, Mommy is here!"

She ran toward the sound, and at the end of the long corridor was a small door.

The door was not locked.

Pushing open the small door, underneath was a narrow staircase to the basement.

"Mommy—"

"Wuwu... wu!"

Her son's voice was clearer; the little guy was crying intermittently, almost unable to catch his breath.

At the bottom of the stairs was a small door, and the crying was coming from inside that door.

"Son, don't be afraid, Mommy is here, Mommy has come to find you..." Shi Youxuan's heart felt like it was being twisted by a knife.

But the door would not open; it must have been locked.

"Baobao, hide inside, don't stay by the door."

"Okay, Mommy."

"Bang!"

Shi Youxuan kicked the door lock hard; the wooden door was not very sturdy, and it was kicked open.

The little guy was curled up in the corner, arms hugging his knees, looking pitiful.

"Baobao!"

"Mommy—"

Mother and son hugged each other.

Shi Youxuan carried the child out of the basement, and that young teacher came over.

"Vulgar!"

"What did you say?"

Shi Youxuan was just about to go find her, and she had delivered herself to her doorstep.

"I said you were vulgar. Our director was right; what kind of parent you are determines what kind of child you raise. No wonder your son is a good-for-nothing, because you are also good-for-nothings..."

The young teacher had just been intimidated by Shi Youxuan's aura, but after Shi Youxuan rushed in, she regretted telling her.

So she followed her in, preparing to regain some face.

What is there to be arrogant about for a family on welfare?

Shi Youxuan put her son on the ground, turned around, and said gently to her son, "Baobao, stand there for a moment, don't turn around."

"Slap!"

A slap landed fiercely on that young, fair, and tender face.

Before she could react, another slap quickly struck her right cheek.

"Vulgar? Fine, today I will let you see what it means to be vulgar."

Shi Youxuan carried her son home, while that woman lay on the ground with disheveled hair, her cheeks red and swollen, and the corners of her mouth bruised and stained with blood.