PFC Chapter 1038: Every Sentence Pierces the Heart
Chapter 1038: Every Sentence Pierces the Heart
The next day.
Shen Qing called Zhang Wenwen early in the morning.
"Wenwen, the children's school is having a parent-child sports day today, so I won't be able to go. Call me if you need anything."
"Okay, cousin."
After a few simple words, Shen Qing hung up the phone.
She was just about to go downstairs for breakfast.
Suddenly Liu Na arrived.
Shen Qing stood on the stairs, looking at her, "I have some personal matters to attend to today, so you should go back first. I'll call you if I need you."
Liu Na nodded and left.
At this time, Yan Bei came over.
"Honey, who were you talking to just now?!"
"Liu Na!"
"Why is she here?"
“I asked her to come over every day. Didn’t she say she would do anything for me? So now she’s my personal assistant.”
"I see! But you'd better still be careful," Yan Bei said.
"Don't worry, she wouldn't dare do anything to me! She's practically desperate now. If she wants to live, she won't do anything outrageous."
"Okay. Alright, let's go downstairs for dinner!"
"it is good!"
By this time, Sister Zhang had already prepared the meal.
Shen Qing and Yan Bei sat down.
Sister Zhang said, "Young master and madam, please eat first. I'll go upstairs to see if An'an and Kang'an have finished cleaning up."
"Uh-huh!"
Just as Sister Zhang was about to go upstairs, An'an and Kang Kang had already run downstairs.
Both of them were wearing the same sportswear.
With a smile on her face, she walked towards her parents and said, "Mom and Dad, we're all ready."
Shen Qing said, "Then you two should eat quickly. We'll set off after we finish eating."
"it is good!"
"..."
After a meal.
Shen Qing and Yan Bei quickly went upstairs to change into their sportswear.
After all, today is a parent-child sports day, with sports as the main focus.
After changing their clothes, the family of four went out.
On the way to school, An'an spoke up.
"Dad and my brother are in one group because they are both boys. Mom and I are in another group because we are girls."
Shen Qing smiled and looked back at the two children in the back seat. "Okay, An'an did a good job."
. . . . . .
We arrived at school quickly.
The winter sun shines brightly, filtering through the sparse sycamore leaves and casting a warm golden glow on the green playground of St. Garland Academy, giving the annual parent-child sports meet a warm glow.
Yan Bei, a man who usually dominates the business world with sharp, eagle-like eyes, was unusually shed at this moment, exuding a chilling aura.
Although he was wearing sportswear, he still had a tall and strong posture and a powerful aura, but there was a touch of gentleness between his brows.
Shen Qing, standing next to her, wore a tracksuit in the same color scheme, looking gentle and charming.
An'an and Kang Kang were doing warm-up exercises under the guidance of their teacher.
"Kang Kang, that little rascal, runs like a little leopard. I wonder who he takes after." Shen Qing said, linking her arm with Yan Bei's, her voice full of maternal pride.
Yan Bei's lips curled into a barely perceptible smile as his gaze fixed on the small figure rushing forward like a cannonball. His voice was deep yet filled with affection: "Just like me."
Shen Qing gave him a reproachful look, but did not refute him.
Soon it was time for the parent-child sports competition.
Their family is divided into groups of men and women, just as An'an mentioned.
The father and son worked together seamlessly. Yan Bei, with his long legs, could keep up with his son's pace with almost no effort. Kang Kang's face was flushed with excitement as he shouted, "Go, Dad!", his short legs moving incredibly fast.
Shen Qing's side was much warmer; she patiently cooperated with her daughter, steadily moving forward step by step.
Just as they were about to cross the finish line, a family next to them seemed to have fallen due to a miscoordination.
It was a woman dressed in jewels, with a boy about the same age as An'an and Kang Kang.
The woman scrambled to her feet, a flicker of displeasure crossing her face as she watched Yan Bei and his son easily win the championship.
In the rest area, Shen Qing was gently wiping the sweat from the two little ones and handing them water.
Yan Bei stood to the side, like a silent mountain, his invisible aura making the surrounding noise seem to quiet down.
"Oh, isn't this President Yan? What a rare guest!" a slightly shrill female voice rang out.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the woman who had just fallen, accompanied by a middle-aged man who looked somewhat greasy.
The woman looked Yan Bei and Shen Qing up and down, her gaze lingering on Shen Qing's simple sportswear for a few seconds before a mocking smile appeared on her lips.
"I thought someone as busy as President Yan wouldn't have time to deal with 'trivial matters' like children. After all, making money is the priority, unlike us idle people who can only revolve around our children every day."
The woman's voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the surrounding parents to hear, and the sourness in her tone was almost overflowing.
She probably felt that Yan Bei had stolen the limelight from her son, or perhaps she simply couldn't stand seeing others do well.
The man next to him chuckled in agreement, his eyes filled with a malicious curiosity.
Shen Qing frowned slightly, about to speak, but Yan Bei gently pressed down on the back of her hand.
He slowly turned around, his deep eyes falling on the woman's face, and instantly, the surrounding air seemed to cool down several degrees.
He didn't speak immediately, but his gaze was sharp as a physical object, carrying the oppressive aura of someone who had long held a superior position, causing the woman to subconsciously take a half step back, and the smile on her face froze.
“Madam,” Yan Bei’s voice was not loud, but each word was clear and carried an undeniable force, “first of all, accompanying a child’s growth is a father’s most basic responsibility, not a ‘trivial matter.’ Secondly,” he paused, his gaze sweeping over the couple, “whether I have time, whose child I’m involved in, or how much money I make seems to be none of your business.”
He stepped forward, his powerful aura almost enveloping the couple: "Finally," a faint yet chilling smile curved his lips, "don't meddle in other people's business. You lost the match just now, and that's your own fault. Don't try to get attention from me."
Yan Bei wasn't very familiar with the woman in front of him, but the fact that she knew Yan Bei meant that she was a somewhat influential person in Kyoto.
"You...!" The woman's face turned pale and then red as she choked on her words, pointing at Yan Bei, too angry to speak.
At this moment, the man next to the woman spoke up, "President Yan, although everyone knows you, you can't bully people just because of your status!"
“Furthermore,” Yan Bei’s gaze shifted to the middle-aged man, his eyes growing colder, “keep an eye on your wife. You can’t teach your children anything if you’re always spouting negativity in front of them. As for your ‘accident’ just now,” he glanced indifferently at the boy pouting not far away, “instead of being sarcastic here, you should go back and teach your child about sportsmanship and how to be grounded, instead of always complaining.”
His words, neither humble nor arrogant, were piercingly incisive.
The couple's faces flushed red and then turned pale. Under Yan Bei's powerful aura and the subtle gazes of the surrounding parents, they looked as if they had been slapped hard several times, leaving them in a sorry state.
The man wanted to lash out, but under Yan Bei's icy gaze, he ultimately didn't dare to utter a sound and could only drag the woman away in a dejected manner.