Pampered by the Rich: Wife Smashes Him on the Head

Chapter 62 Xiao Chengcheng Goes to School

Chapter 62 Xiao Chengcheng Goes to School

Seven nodded: "Yes, that's the kind of back."

Lu Qianqian wanted to cry: "Why? I just threw up, my mouth must smell terrible, the Second Young Master must be disgusted with me."

Seven: "..."

Why is the lady's focus so strange?

Shouldn't we be moved to tears?

Lu Qianqian felt like she was collapsing. Why did she have to drink alcohol for no reason? And why did she have to appear in front of Rong Changqing looking so ugly? She didn't want to live anymore.

"What are you doing?" Rong Zhecheng asked, looking at her bitter face with curiosity.

Lu Qianqian took a deep breath, trying to calm her thoughts, and shook her head: "I'm exercising my facial muscles, this can help with anti-aging."

Rong Zhecheng: "..."

"Young Master, let's eat. We'll take you to register for school later." Jiuwan helped him prepare his schoolbag, then led him to the dining table and began to feed him with a spoon.

Lu Qianqian glanced at him twice, found it strange, then sat down opposite Rong Zhecheng and asked, "Little Zhecheng, how old are you?"

Rong Zhecheng was eating while fiddling with a Rubik's Cube. When he heard her question, he glanced at her, and only answered after his mouth was empty: "Almost seven years old, don't you know that?"

"Since you're seven years old, why don't you know how to eat?" She rested her chin on her hands, looking at the two people in front of her with her big eyes.

Upon hearing this, both of them were stunned.

A hint of displeasure flashed in Jiuwan's eyes.

Rong Zhecheng seemed to be reminded and noticed that something was wrong. He took the bowl and chopsticks from Jiu Wan's hands and said, "Oh right, I'm seven years old now. I can eat by myself."

Seeing this, Jiuwan had no choice but to give up and let him go.

Lu Qianqian nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, he's a grown man now, he needs to be more independent."

Rong Zhecheng was very indignant, but he still silently ate his rice alone. He was a man and couldn't let a woman laugh at him.

After taking a shower, Rong Changqing came downstairs to eat. Seeing Rong Zhecheng eating attentively by himself, he patted his head with satisfaction and turned to Jiuwan, saying, "I'll take him to school today, you don't need to go."

Jiwan's expression changed, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, but in the end he still didn't say anything and quietly ate his meal.

Lu Qianqian lay on the table, feeling that the two people were very strange, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

"What's wrong?" Rong Changqing asked, looking at her listless state. "Aren't you going to eat?"

"I can't eat." I just ran back, panting heavily, how could I possibly eat?

"You can't skip breakfast. I'll have Qitiao blend it into a liquid for you using a high-speed blender," Rong Changqing said, then instructed Qitiao.

Before Lu Qianqian could refuse, Qi Tiao started making a healthy liquid breakfast: an egg, an apple, two spoonfuls of milk, and a spoonful of protein powder.

The blender worked for two minutes and then it was ready. I took it out and handed it to Lu Qianqian.

"Drink it," Rong Changqing said. "Or, shall I feed you?"

Lu Qianqian quickly shook her head.

Rong Zhecheng, who was standing next to him, snorted disdainfully.

Rong Changqing looked over in confusion: "You're not allowed to make these strange noises while eating."

Rong Zhecheng: "..." He felt abandoned and unloved.

After breakfast, Rong Changqing and Lu Qianqian personally escorted Rong Zhecheng to school to register.

The school we chose is a top-ranked public school in Beijing. Students here must undergo an interview and competition to be eligible to enroll, and only those who score high enough are qualified.

Rong Zhecheng is a second-year student and a transfer student. He doesn't know any of his classmates yet, and his little face is very tense.

Rong Changqing personally registered and then spoke with the homeroom teacher.

Lu Qianqian sat with Rong Zhecheng at a desk, becoming the focus of attention for the entire class.

"New student, what's your name?"

"New student, your mother looks so young."

"She's not my mother!" Rong Zhecheng said angrily, refusing to acknowledge Lu Qianqian as his mother.

The other children were stunned. Was it their mother or their older sister?

"New classmate, your sister is so pretty."

Rong Zhecheng: "..."

Lu Qianqian greeted the children with a smile, not caring what Rong Zhecheng called her: "Hello, Rong Zhecheng will be your classmate from now on. You should play with him."

The little girl nodded enthusiastically: "Yes, we will play with our new classmates."

The little boy was unhappy. Why did such a good-looking guy come here?

"I'm not playing with them." Rong Zhecheng said arrogantly. A bunch of little brats, he didn't want to play with them.

Immediately, the children around him and Lu Qianqian all looked at him with strange eyes.

"Little Rongzhe, you'll have no friends if you keep going like this."

Rong Zhecheng: "..." He has never had any friends since he was a child, and he doesn't need any friends anymore.

The other boys tugged at the little girl, excitedly saying, "Come on, let's go out and play. I don't want to play with you guys."

Then the girl was taken away.

Rong Zhecheng: "..."

Lu Qianqian sighed: "Showing off might feel good for a moment, but it'll lead to disaster later. Kid, you'll have a lot to cry about when you start living in a dorm."

Rong Zhecheng blinked his big eyes, clearly puzzled: "What is a collective?"

Lu Qianqian patted his head, thinking that he had been raised too well and had no ability to be independent in society: "You'll see later."

Rong Zhecheng was very unhappy about this. Why was he pretending to be so profound?

After talking with the teacher, Rong Changqing returned together. The teacher looked at Rong Zhecheng kindly and said, "Hello, I am your homeroom teacher, Teacher Guo."

Rong Zhe instinctively hid behind Lu Qianqian; he rarely interacted with strangers.

Rong Changqing pulled him out: "Why aren't you greeting the teacher?"

Rong Zhecheng looked pitifully at his teacher, continuing to hide behind Rong Changqing, only peeking out with his head, and timidly called out, "Teacher, hello."

Mr. Guo deliberately squatted down, looking somewhat stern with his glasses on: "From now on, you'll be under my supervision at school, understand?"

Rong Zhecheng looked up at his father.

Rong Changqing nodded at him.

Seeing this, Rong Zhecheng reluctantly nodded: "I understand."

"Okay, good boy." Teacher Guo smiled, then stood up and said to Rong Changqing, "You guys go and familiarize yourselves with the campus environment first. Classes start promptly at 8:30 tomorrow morning."

"Okay, I understand." Rong Changqing nodded, then said goodbye to the teacher, and took Rong Zhecheng's hand in one hand and Lu Qianqian's hand in the other, and they went for a walk around the campus together.

The newly opened school campus was bustling with activity. Children who hadn't seen each other all summer were chattering away, having a wonderful time.

Rong Zhecheng had never been to school, and now seeing so many people, and it was so noisy, he felt like he was going to go deaf.