Chapter 388: Last time I was the boss, this time I'm the second

Afternoon of July 3rd.

"Dad, kiss!"

Song Jiaren wrapped her arms around Lin Feng's neck and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Lin Feng laughed and said, "We'll be in second grade in September; how did you do with the first‑grade curriculum?"

Song Jiaren immediately ran to her room, took out three test papers, and, with a proud expression, handed them to Lin Feng.

Math: 100, Language: 99, English: 100.

Besides the three papers, subjects like Science and Moral Education were all graded as Excellent.

"Little school tyrant, impressive!"

Lin Feng gave Song Jiaren a thumbs‑up.

Song Jiaren said, "I don't want to be class monitor in second grade; I want to be a learning committee member."

"Why?"

Lin Feng asked curiously.

Song Jiaren explained, "I found that even students with poor grades in other classes can become class monitor, but every learning committee member is the top student in the class."

Lin Feng couldn't help but laugh, "You think the class monitor's prestige is insufficient, right?"

Song Jiaren nodded, "Only a learning committee member can represent my top‑student status!"

"Go for it!"

"Yeah!"

At that moment, Han Xiang brewed tea, carried a cup, and placed it in front of Lin Feng.

Song Jiaren said, "I'm going out to play with Liu Xiaofei; I haven't seen them all semester."

"Go ahead! Don't go outside the residential complex."

Han Xiang cautioned.

Song Jiaren gave an assent, opened the door, and ran out.

Lin Feng went out onto the balcony and looked down.

A while later, Song Jiaren appeared in the complex, joining a few children to play.

A female Biao Biao stood nearby, watching.

Han Xiang walked over and embraced Lin Feng's waist.

"Do you want to move to another place?"

Lin Feng asked.

Actually, this place is no longer suitable for Han Xiang to continue living in.

After stepping outside, many people recognized Han Xiang.

Photos, autographs, that sort of thing.

Lately, reporters have been stationed outside the complex every day.

"Great!"

Han Xiang said softly.

Lin Feng added, "We'll keep this place; on weekends, Jiaren can come back and play with the children they know."

Speaking of that, Lin Feng thought back to his own childhood—his previous life—when he grew up playing with village kids until they split up after entering high school.

As for city children, their high mobility and differing family conditions mean they attend different schools.

It's hard to have a friend you've played with since childhood.

Lin Feng finished speaking and felt Han Xiang's grip tighten.

He turned around and lifted Han Xiang in a sideways hug.

In the evening, when Song Jiaren brought their good friend Liu Xiaofei home, Lin Feng was sitting on the sofa.

Han Xiang was sitting, playing the guqin.

Seeing Mom's changed clothes, Song Jiaren instantly understood something.

"Mom, why is your face all red! So beautiful!"

Liu Xiaofei also nodded beside them, "Auntie is so beautiful!"

Han Xiang paused; their expression was so captivating that any other man would be enchanted.

Such a beauty, in ancient times, would surely be the chief culprit causing a king to skip his morning court.

"Mom, Xiaofei wants to learn the guzheng; could you teach them?"

Song Jiaren grasped Han Xiang's arm and pleaded.

"Sure!"

Han Xiang nodded.

Then they stood up, let Liu Xiaofei sit on a stool, and taught them posture and the basics of the guzheng.

The child's questions were many.

Han Xiang explained very patiently.

After the explanation, they put finger protectors on Liu Xiaofei.

If you don't play properly, it's easy to cut your hands.

In the evening, Liu Xiaofei's mother came to knock, and Liu Xiaofei reluctantly said goodbye to Song Jiaren.

"Song Jiaren, I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow; see you next semester!"

"Liu Xiaofei, remember to call me; I now have a phone watch. Did you memorize the number?"

"Got it! Bye!"

"Goodbye!"

Seeing the two children reluctant to part, Lin Feng felt a pang of sadness in his heart.

In fact, many times he would recall the friends from his previous life's job.

Working in one place for a while, one inevitably befriends a few close companions.

Then, because of work, they eventually go their separate ways.

That parting is essentially forever.

Fortunately, this life he has found Mu Nian again.

In the evening, Lin Feng called the cook of Sihe Courtyard to prepare a meal and have it delivered.

After dinner, Song Jiaren took a shower and obediently fell asleep on her own.

She knows that at least on the first day, she shouldn't cling to her parents, who haven't been together for a long time.

In Liu Xiaofei's words, a short separation feels better than a new marriage.

Kids nowadays understand everything.

Han Xiang received a call from her assistant Zhou Yan.

She then opened her Weibo account and posted a microblog about the matter of not suing Wang Wutai.

The gist was that she didn't want this incident to ruin Wang Wutai's life and hoped he would correct his mistake.

But soon, a flood of replies appeared below.

Fans replied that Han Xiang was magnanimous and wouldn't argue with the "white‑eyed wolf".

Yet some people continued to hurl insults.

They said Han Xiang was guilty, that the information exposed about Wang Wutai was indeed true.

One after another.

Han Xiang's brows furrowed as she read.

Then someone replied that Wang Wutai had already been hit by a car, dying gruesomely, crushed by a big truck into an unrecognizable shape.

Someone else posted a pixelated image there.

Those unaware of the news searched online.

Then a crowd cheered, saying the "white‑eyed wolf" finally got his comeuppance.

Some even claimed it must be Han Xiang buying a murder or something.

Lin Feng watched from the side; those insulting nicknames were all too familiar to him.

These people are so brazen because they know that no matter how they insult, others won't know their identities.

In the real world, they are each like quails.

"Seeing this guy die, does it feel satisfying?"

Lin Feng asked.

Han Xiang nodded.

"Then will you still help others in the future?"

Han Xiang shook her head, "No more! It's too heartbreaking."

Lin Feng kissed Han Xiang on the cheek and said, "That's the real mindset: people are born selfish. Yet a selfless act of helping others is a truly rare thing."

Even without others' praise, one can still feel a sense of accomplishment.

But if a good deed is smeared and hurt, the blow is overwhelming; that psychological scar is stronger than a snake bite.

The "white‑eyed wolf" may be detestable, but these trolls are even worse.

A good deed can be twisted by them into a bad one, a good person turned by them into an incorrigible villain.

They hide in the shadows like rats, relishing the sense of control, like handling a pair of chopsticks.

After they push someone into the abyss, do you think they'll repent in private?

No, at least most won't! Those people not only won't repent, they even gloat secretly!

While Lin Feng spoke, Han Xiang could feel the anger and murderous intent radiating from him.

Han Xiang said, "I hate it too!"

Lin Feng smiled and said, "I've already killed the 'white‑eyed wolf'; next, I'll post to maliciously attack those people targeting you."

July 4th.

In the morning, Lin Feng drove, taking Han Xiang and Song Jiaren to Sihe Courtyard.

Originally Lin Feng intended to buy a Bieshu for Han Xiang to settle in.

It was Han Xiang who voluntarily suggested living here.

Lin Feng suddenly noticed that the atmosphere had shifted during this period.

One by one, they voluntarily exposed themselves.

Or rather, they moved from behind the scenes to the front stage.

Lin Feng stopped the car, opened the door, and got out.

After getting out, Han Xiang lifted Song Jiaren down.

Liu Cangyun whispered to Yang Caiwei, "Last time was the elder, you saw him; this time is Old Two... Fortunately the elder's parents have both left, otherwise the elder's younger brother would get beaten again..."

After speaking, Liu Cangyun hurried forward, cheerfully calling, "Sister Han Xiang, I am Liu Cangyun, the instructor's assistant."

Yang Caiwei also introduced herself, "Sister Han Xiang, I am Yang Caiwei."

Han Xiang smiled and said, "Hello, everyone!"

Yang Caiwei took out a notebook and pen, "Sister Han Xiang, sign for me! I'm your fan!"