Destined Wife: The Apple of My Eye

Chapter 72 Gungun Attends the Parent-child Class

Chapter 72 Gungun Attends the Parent-child Class

Yan Hua finally chooses a time-honored parent-child education center, which is located on the Star Square. It opened at the beginning of last year and its equipment is relatively new. The traffic is also convenient. They’ve signed up for an audition, so they attend the class on time on Saturday.

“Gungun!” Xiaojiu gets off the car, running towards them.

Gungun is climbing up the stairs made of blocks in the entertainment area, and the two little kids are going to kiss each other with glass windows between them. But Fei Ying rushes to stop them.

“It’s dirty, Xiaojiu. We’ll find Gungun in it.”

Actually, two little kids haven’t seen each other only for a few days.

“Gungun!” Xiaojiu spreads his arms.

“Xiaojiu!” Gungun steps forward with his small and short legs.

Other parents on the side all laugh, and a father says: “Oh! This is an idol drama!”

The two little actors have already embraced each other and then exchange their kisses. Xiaojiu also gives Yan Hua a hug, greeting: “Hello, Auntie!”

“Our Xiaojiu is so sweet!” Yan Hua picks her up and kisses her.

Fei Ying sees that Gungun is staring at her.

“Our Gungun is also very sweet!” She holds him up. Gungun gives her a kiss, and then cups his own face, letting her kiss him.

At this point, the greeting is officially finished.

“Mrs. Fei and Mrs. Lang!” The director of the center runs out with great enthusiasm. “This way, please. Thank you for trusting us. You may rest assured that we won’t let you down.”

These two are real ladies coming from wealthy and influential families. They will be the walking billboards. The director guides them to the classroom personally for fear that others may offend them.

The teacher of this class is under great pressure. She was assigned to an important task last night. If the audition is unsuccessful today, the director said that her grave would be offered with a small white flower the same day of next year.

“There are five little babies in total today. How about giving an introduction of you first?” The teacher deliberately speaks in the voice which sounds like kids to draw closer to those babies.

Yan Hua looks around, finding that there are two girls and a boy except Gungun and Xiaojiu. Behind the boy sit his mother and an old woman. Perhaps it’s his paternal or maternal grandmother.

The other two girls are accompanied by both their father and mother.

“Who wants to be the first one?” Seeing that no one raises his hand, the teacher begins to guide those kids. “Let’s start from this side, OK?”

She points to Gungun. Yan Hua whispers to Gungun: “Mommy has taught you about this at home. Stand up and tell everyone what’s your name and how old are you, okay?”

Gungun stands up at once, grinning first and then speaks in a cute voice: “My name is Gungun and I’m one year old!”

“Awesome!” The teacher applauds, planning to ask him to sit down and let Xiaojiu next to him begin.

But surprisingly Gungun continues to say: “This is Xiaojiu and she is my sister!”

He points to Xiaojiu, ticking off her age on his fat fingers: “Um? One year old? Two years old?”

“Xiaojiu, tell them yourself!” Fei Ying almost dies laughing and pushes Xiaojiu slightly.

Xiaojiu stands up, saying: “I am one and a half years old!”

Yan Hua applauds with the teacher. Now it’s a boy’s turn, but he neither stands up nor says a word. His mother is anxious while his grandmother on the side says that it does not matter.

“We don’t say because we don’t want to. Anything wrong?”

The teacher immediately says: “We’ll listen to the introduction of the next kid!”

Of the two little girls left, one performs very well, but the other cries out as she says, quite bitterly.

Gungun is particularly excited, and he is totally a melon-eating onlooker all the time.

“Gungun, do you enjoy the class?” After the audition, the director comes to see them again.

Hearing that Yan Hua is asking Gungun, the director is quite nervous, pinching a thigh. And the teacher who just gave the class wears a long face.

“Director, you are pinching my thigh...”

Of course, Gungun attends the class. Xiaojiu also agrees. Completely relieved, the director then introduces them another two courses, but one can be taught until they’re two years old and the other can only be taught when they are three years old.

With alacrity, Yan Hua and Fei Ying pay the registration fee for three years and get a car toy and a doll as gifts.

When coming back to Lang Family in the evening, Yan Hua asks Gungun to go to sleep upstairs, but he just holds the car and refuses to move.

“What’s wrong, Gungun?” Yan Hua studies him. Well, his eyes are bright and obviously he is still very excited.

“I’m waiting for Uncle!” Answers Gungun.

Yan Hua is bewildered: “Why do you wait for Uncle, Gungun?”

“Car!” Gungun drives the car toy on his lap for a while.

“So, you want to show this toy to Uncle!” Yan Hua gets his point. In the eyes of Gungun, this car is not a giveaway because she pays much money, but a gift he gets for his good performance in the classroom today.

Yan Hua looks at the watch: “Well, then Mommy will wait together with you.”

How can such a small child stay up? Within a short time, Gungun falls asleep in her arms. When Yan Hua cradles her boy, planning to go upstairs, she hears movement from the door. Lang Ruoxian comes back.

“What’s wrong?” Seeing her holding Gungun, Lang Ruoxian’s first thought is that Gungun has an accident.

But Yan Hua just smiles at him. Not knowing if it’s his illusion, he feels that Yan Hua is particularly tender today.

“We attend a parent-child class today. They send a toy to Gungun, and he thinks that it is a gift because he performs well. He wants to show it to you.”

Lang Ruoxian is stunned, and then his heart is drowned by a huge wave of warmth as if he is soaked in the spring sunshine.

“I will get out later tomorrow morning, and wait for him to show me.”

Yan Hua nods. Lang Ruoxian reaches out his hands: “Let me hold him.”

“It’s OK, I can do it...”

But Gungun has already been taken by Lang Ruoxian. He sleeps like a stone, not knowing he has been moved to another people’s bosom.

“How is the foundation? When is it listed?” They chat in low voice as they go upstairs.

“At the end of last month, Chen Hong gathered a few people for us. Now the start-up capital is a large sum.”

“I will send a lawyer to you. If you have any questions, you can contact him at any time.”

“Thank you. You have helped me a lot.”

“I help you not because I want your gratitude.” Having reached the door of the bedroom, Lang Ruoxian pushes the door open, walks in and puts Gungun on the bed.

Yan Hua looks straight into his eyes. Lang Ruoxian smiles: “What’s up?”

“I can say nothing but ‘Thank you.’”

“I know.” With dim eyes, Lang Ruoxian walks to the door and says “good night” to her. At the moment when Yan Hua is closing the door, she hears his low voice.

“When you’re willing to give me something else, remember to tell me.”

A door separates two people.

Yan Hua closes her eyes, whispering: “Possibly... there won’t be such a day.”

On the weekend, it is again the time for Gungun and Xiaojiu to attend the parent-child class. This time parents can choose not to go there. There will be three teachers taking care of those five little babies. Parents can watch the live broadcast through the mobile video.

Fei Ying proposes to take advantage of this opportunity to meet Chen Hong. They gather in a cafe nearby. All of them, whether young or elder, wear haute couture clothes of famous brands and put delicate makeup. People can recognize that they are the ladies from wealthy families at first glance.

“Yafei, what are you looking at?” Quite tired after shopping, Shu Yafei and her colleagues look for a cafe to have a rest. She catches the sight of Yan Hua the moment she steps in the shop.

Seeing that she is staring at those people, her colleagues grab her sleeves: “You know them? They look very rich.”

“Yes, they are my friends,” Shu Yafei smiles. “You can take sits first. I’ll greet them there.”

Shu Yafei slowly walks towards Yan Hua and other few people. Different from whom she has seen in the manor, Yan Hua actually looks like this in daily life. She dresses herself beautifully, with diamond jewelry, sitting in the cafe and chatting casually.

But she needs to work every day. She originally thought that she could go to the company together with Lang Ruoxian since they live in the same building. And if this occasion is encountered by others, she can tell them that they know each other. However, Lang Ruoxian did not go back there at all...

“Yan Hua!” She sets her mood, calling Yan Hua’s name.

Yan Hua turns around: “Hey? Yafei!”

“I am shopping with my colleagues. I happen to see you when I come in, so I come here to greet you.” Shu Yafei looks at other people, “They’re your friends!”

“Yes.” Yan Hua pulls her down on the chair. “This is... my friend.” Yan Hua does not tell them her relationship with Lang Family.

She cannot say that Shu Yafei is the granddaughter of the housekeeper...

But Shu Yafei thinks that she said this deliberately, deliberately not talking about her relationship with Lang Family, so that others think she is just an ordinary person without any background.

“Hello, everyone!” Whatever she thinks in mind, Shu Yafei’s performance is perfect, which has been cultivated for many years.

Even Lang Cha, who is as smart as an old fox, could not find it, let alone other people...

Fei Ying waves her hands, showing her salutation. Shu Yafei doesn’t sit down, pointing to the other side: “My colleagues are still waiting for me! We can eat together next time.”

“OK, contact me if you have time.”

When Shu Yafei leaves, Fei Ying asks curiously: “Who is she?”

She doesn’t believe that Yan Hua has other friends. She does not like going out and only knows them.

“The granddaughter of a person around Grandpa...”

Chen Hong straightly stops this topic with a wave of her hand: “Let’s continue. We can follow the steps proposed just now. Yan Hua will open our official micro blog tomorrow. If people need help, they can leave a message on our micro blog, or call us.”

“You don’t have to worry about employees. I’ve hired them.” Another woman, Mrs. Lee, promises.

Fei Ying extends out her hand.

“What’s up?” Yan Hua looks at her.

“Your mobile phone. I will apply for a micro blog account for you.”

The name of the foundation, which comes up with the efforts of all of them, is called “Blossom.” It means rebirth and resplendence of life. Yan Hua’s micro blog becomes the official one, and then Fei Ying begins to buy fans and pay supporters.

In no time, people find that a hashtag “Blossom Foundation” hits the headline. When many girls click it and find that it is a non-profit foundation aimed to help women, they repost and follow the post one after another.

Coupled with the operation of hired supporters, Blossom Foundation soon gains more than one million fans except the fake followers they bought.

“A lot of people ask for consultations, but no one asks for help,” Yan Hua stares at the micro blog every day. She doesn’t have to go to the yacht unless there’s a meeting. After all, Gungun still needs her care.

Fei Ying says over the phone: “I think many people are unwilling to tell us because they are face-saving, or because they are embarrassed. Just look at the headlines every day, and you’ll find they’re always about women.”

“Oh, someone sends messages to me privately!” Yan Hua suddenly screams. “I’ll hang up first!”

The foundation finally receives the first help seeker. Yan Hua chats with her for an hour through private messages, but then she is shocked.