Chapter 111: It's great to have you

September 11.

Tuesday.

Wang Yu and Jiang Xiaofei, overjoyed, got up early.

It was still before eight o'clock.

The two began washing up and putting on makeup.

"You two are lovesick!"

Li ZiQi muttered.

Zhou Ya also rubbed her eyes and woke up.

Wang Yu laughed and said: "Today a handsome guy invited us to go shopping and eat."

Li ZiQi and Zhou Ya got up, curious, asking: "Which wealthy handsome guy is it? Introduce him to us, hey!"

Wang Yu joked: "Better not, I'm afraid you two fairies will steal Xiaofei's boyfriend."

This remark both rejected the two and indirectly praised them.

To look a bit prettier, Li ZiQi, who was similar in build to Jiang Xiaofei but just a few centimeters shorter, took out one of her dresses that cost over a thousand.

The four of them got along quite well.

After getting ready, it was already half past eight in the morning.

At that moment, Lin Feng suddenly called.

After Jiang Xiaofei answered the phone, she told the three roommates: "We can't go in the morning; he said he has something to do."

Wang Yu was stunned, then laughed and said: "Afternoon it is, then! We can still have dinner together tonight and go karaoke."

"Tell the handsome guy, let's all go together, okay?"

Li ZiQi clasped her hands together and pleaded.

"Well... next time he calls, I'll tell him then!"

As she said that, Jiang Xiaofei still felt a bit guilty.

Seeing the worry in Jiang Xiaofei's eyes, Wang Yu laughed and said: "It's nothing; we're just going out to have fun."

At the same time, Lin Feng drove, taking Han Xiang to the kindergarten where Song Jiaren studied.

Lin Feng got out of the car with a grim face and walked into the principal's office with Han Xiang.

Seeing Lin Feng, Song Jiaren burst into a loud wail and threw herself at him.

Lin Feng swept Song Jiaren into his arms.

"Who hit her?!"

Seeing Song Jiaren's left cheek swollen with three clear fingerprints, Lin Feng roared in anger.

"I hit her—what of it?!"

A woman with curled hair, about thirty years old, stood up and shouted loudly.

The principal furrowed his brow and hurriedly urged: "Please calm down, both of you parents; let's sit down and talk calmly, okay?"

"Jiaren, don't cry, Daddy's here!"

Lin Feng rubbed his cheek against Song Jiaren's and spoke gently.

Song Jiaren gave an 'um' and stopped crying immediately, though she couldn't help sniffling.

Han Xiang immediately took out a tissue and wiped the tears from Song Jiaren's face.

"What's going on?"

Lin Feng frowned and asked.

The richly dressed woman with curled hair said: "What's going on! If she hadn't scratched my son's face, I wouldn't have hit her."

"At such a young age, she's not learning properly, learning to fight—how will she turn out when she grows up?"

Song Jiaren, pointing angrily at the chubby little boy standing nearby, about ten years old and over a meter tall, said: "He started it—he called my mom a slut, saying I seduced a dad, so I scratched him."

On the chubby little boy's face were two faint fingerprints.

Lin Feng frowned and said: "What business is it of an adult to interfere in children's affairs? Is it just whoever has the bigger fist who's right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little boy pointed at Han Xiang and said: "Song Jiaren, your mom is a slut, and this dad of yours is a stepdad—don't think we don't know!"

"Li ChenHao, shut up!"

At that moment, the homeroom teacher, with a cold face, reprimanded.

Lin Feng gave Li ChenHao a cold look, then said to the woman with curled hair: "Apologize to my daughter, and we'll consider this over."

The woman with curled hair replied: "You wish! She scratched my son's face—should I apologize to her? You first get her to apologize to my son, and maybe I'll consider it."

Lin Feng set Song Jiaren down and whispered: "Go outside and cover your ears."

Song Jiaren nodded.

Then she walked out of the office.

Lin Feng took a few steps, reached the woman with curled hair, and grabbed her hair.

"Slap!"

A slap landed on the woman's face.

"I told you not to hit my daughter!"

"Slap!"

"I told you not to hit my daughter!"

"Slap!"

Lin Feng landed several slaps in a row before the principal and Song Jiaren's homeroom teacher finally reacted.

They hurried forward and pulled Lin Feng back.

The curly-haired woman's cheeks on both sides turned red, and blood streaks appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Li ChenHao saw his mother being hit and was so frightened he froze.

Then he burst out crying with a "wa" sound.

At the same time his pants got wet, and a puddle of water spread beneath his feet…

He was so intimidated by Lin Feng's aura that he pissed himself, and he didn't know if it would leave a psychological scar.

"You hit me, I'm going to sue you! Let you go to jail!"

The curly-haired woman looked at Lin Feng's fierce appearance, tears streaming, and she took out her phone to call her husband.

After the call went through, the curly-haired woman sobbed, "Honey, I got beaten up at the kindergarten… sob… come quickly! If you don't come, I'm going to be beaten to death…"

After hanging up, the curly-haired woman held her son, wiping her tears while threatening Lin Feng.

She kept saying she would sue Lin Feng and have him jailed.

Han Xiang looked at Lin Feng with a worried expression.

This kind of similar incident had happened before.

Song Jiaren has been stubborn since childhood, and because other kids often teased her, she likes to lash out and scratch people.

The previous few times weren't this serious.

After returning home, Han Xiang always gave Song Jiaren a stern scolding.

After the curly-haired woman finished speaking, Lin Feng smiled and said, "Even if your husband comes, if you don't apologize, this won't end!"

Lin Feng couldn't be bothered to argue with such a shrew; he took out a cigarette and lit it.

Soon after, a tall, portly middle-aged man strode in with a menacing aura.

This man was about forty, bald-headed, and his appearance gave off a fierce impression.

When he saw his wife's cheeks swollen and red with fingerprints, the middle-aged man's eyes widened and he shouted, "Who did this!"

The curly-haired woman pointed at Lin Feng and Han Xiang and said, "It's them, the couple!"

The middle-aged man glared at Lin Feng with a vicious look and walked toward him.

At that moment, two security guards appeared and grabbed him from behind.

But the middle-aged man shrugged off his arms, broke free, and raised his palm to strike……Han Xiang! The implication was: you hit my wife, I'll hit yours.

As his hand was just raised, his pupils contracted, and he quickly pulled his hand back.

Even after pulling back, Lin Feng kicked him in the chest.

Lin Feng's strength was great; the middle-aged man weighing over two hundred pounds sat down on the ground.

Just as he got up, the security guards grabbed his waist.

The fight didn't break out.

Because the public security team arrived.

Afterwards, Lin Feng, Han Xiang, and the middle-aged man were taken to the kindergarten's security office.

The curly-haired woman was sent to the medical room for treatment.

After sitting down, before the security officer could start mediating, the middle-aged man chuckled, "Brother, I'm Li He; I run a place over at the sports complex—come by sometime to hang out!"

The vibe is off!

Lin Feng looked at Li He in surprise.

Li He sighed and said, "My wife is just a shrew; she's caused me plenty of trouble outside and spoiled our son rotten. You also hit her—let's call this even, how about that?"

Lin Feng remained silent.

Li He immediately stood up, bowed to Lin Feng, and said, "I apologize on my wife's behalf to your daughter! Sorry! When I get home, I'll give her a proper scolding!"

Lin Feng's anger vanished instantly, and he said lightly, "If that's the case, then let it go."

The matter was settled just like that.

On the way back, Han Xiang, sitting in the passenger seat, furrowed her brows, looking puzzled.

Back at the office, she still thought the situation would escalate.

Because Li He didn't look like someone easy to deal with.

She never expected that in the security office, he would proactively apologize.

"Why?"

Han Xiang finally couldn't help but ask.

Lin Feng patted the steering wheel and explained, "This car, the watch on my wrist, this custom-made hand-tailored Western suit I'm wearing,

plus you, the jade pendant on your neck—emerald green—the diamond ring on your hand, and the gemstone earrings.

Our combined attire couldn't be bought for ten million.

More importantly, our bearing!

Would someone like me be a simpleton?

Sometimes, suppressing others with power isn't just about words and fists; it's also about clothing and accessories.

Li He is my boss, always out and about, seeing all kinds of people—his eyes are shifty!

Han Xiang again curiously asked, "What if he doesn't notice?"

Lin Feng replied lightly, "Then it comes down to whose fists are harder, whose money is more, and who is more ruthless!"

"Kids fighting—there's no need to make such a big deal out of it, right?"

Han Xiang frowned.

Lin Feng laughed, "Even a steamed bun could spark a bloodbath!"

Han Xiang nodded, "Ancient texts also record such things! A minor incident can trigger a large-scale brawl, killing dozens."

Lin Feng nodded.

Han Xiang looked at Lin Feng, speaking softly: "It's so good to have you!"