PFC Chapter 438 Winning the championship is important, but being a good person is even more important.
Chapter 438 Winning the championship is important, but being a good person is even more important.
Perhaps Wenna has come to a realization; otherwise, given her temperament, she shouldn't have been so polite to Ning Yao.
Wen Tingye's gaze towards Wen Na softened considerably; he no longer deliberately kept his distance or ignored her.
"How have you been at school lately? If you need anything, just ask He Yu." Wen Tingye said to Wen Na as he pulled Ning Yao by the hand toward the parkour area. His voice was deep and powerful, with a hint of concern in it.
"Well, I don't need anything for now. If I do, I'll contact He Yu," Wen Na said with a smile. She didn't stand on ceremony with Wen Tingye and kept a proper distance from him, unlike before when she would link arms with him.
Wenna was unusually well-behaved, and even her appearance seemed much more pleasing to the eye, which made He Yu sigh inwardly.
Now, President Wen has another major concern on his mind. He had originally arranged for a psychologist who had returned to China to visit Ms. Ning Duoduo and then check on Ms. Wenna. Now, he guesses that won't be necessary. It's a good thing that Ms. Wenna has been able to let go of this on her own.
Although President Wen didn't say it, he still cared about his younger sister Wenna, after all, her brother had lost his life for him.
That was a heavy and difficult debt of gratitude to repay. President Wen has always been a man of great loyalty and affection. Although he may appear aloof and ruthless on the surface, he is actually very kind to his subordinates and those around him and has never treated them unfairly.
As Wen Tingye's assistant, He Yu naturally served Wen wholeheartedly, sharing his joys and sorrows.
Upon arriving at the parkour area, the two little darlings, Wen Aixiu and Wen Baoying, excitedly glanced at their large and impressive group.
I always feel that it makes my own people look especially impressive. Not only are there many of them, but they are also all very capable. This time, the championship is definitely theirs.
Ning Yao didn't want to go on stage too early in the game. She hadn't recovered from the exertion of the dressing room and was still exhausted.
Many of those present were interested in parkour, trained regularly, or even were professionals; they were all very skilled.
Ning Yao didn't want to disappoint the children, so she was determined to get a ranking on the field; she was competitive too.
In this respect, Wen Aixiu probably inherited it from her...
Thinking about it, Ning Yao looked down at her precious son and saw him rubbing his hands together excitedly, which made her laugh.
The competition areas for adults and children are different. The trampoline blocks for children are shorter in circumference, which is more suitable for children's height and body type.
Wen Aixiu likes to be at the front. Since he's going to participate, he should definitely participate at the front. Why bother waiting?
So Wen Aixiu ran up to the referee, carefully stated his name, and indicated that he wanted to participate in the first group.
Wen Baoying has no interest in participating in the competition. She plans to cheer on her brothers, mom and dad, and gather her bodyguards to form a small cheering squad.
"Mommy, haven't you registered yet?" Wen Aixiu had registered and was now waiting for the competition.
Wen Tingye had taught him warm-up exercises, and now the little boy stretched his arms and legs, meticulously doing the warm-up.
Ning Yao smiled and said, "Mommy will watch your match first, and then Mommy will participate after your match is over."
There weren't many children participating in the competition, and the competition itself only took about twenty minutes, which was enough time for her to rest.
Wen Tingye stepped forward and corrected several of Wen Aixiu's movements, helping him open his arms and straighten his posture.
Wen Aixiu was always inferior to Wen Tingye. With a poker face, he said earnestly, "Thank you, Daddy."
Wen Tingye didn't say anything, stepped aside, and continued to hold Ning Yao's hand.
He seemed uneasy if he didn't hold that slender, white hand of the young woman for even a moment.
Wenna forced herself to lower her head, refusing to look at the scene of Wen Tingye and Ning Yao holding hands, but her heart was still filled with unbearable bitterness.
Why did Ning Yao suddenly interfere? If it weren't for her, I might already be with Wen Tingye.
The child is probably a few years old by now, isn't he?
How sophisticated are Ning Yao's methods? She just shamelessly threw herself into Wen Tingye's arms and got him to sleep with her. Is she going to gain status because of her son?
Composing herself, Wenna turned her gaze to Wen Aixiu and Wen Baoying beside her.
These two children could be a useful weapon, if she could find a way to make them hate their birth mother...
Without Ning Yao's shining qualities as a mother, can she still attract Wen Tingye's attention?
Wen Aixiu quickly stood at the starting line to prepare, and Ning Yao gave him a fist bump from a short distance away.
At the referee's signal, the four children, aged six or seven to twelve or thirteen, took off running.
The trampoline is very bouncy, making it extremely unstable to walk on. One of the children running in front lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Just then, Wen Aixiu happened to pass by him and almost stepped on the boy on the ground.
The mothers of the boys nearby turned pale with fright and rushed forward to save their children, fearing that their sons would be trampled by Wen Aixiu.
Unexpectedly, Wen Aixiu frowned her delicate eyebrows, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped running forward. Instead, she pursed her lips, stepped forward, and stretched out her small hand, her fair palm facing up, towards the boy who had fallen.
After helping the fallen boy up, Wen Aixiu gritted her teeth and continued running forward, determined to catch up with the two opponents ahead.
Seeing this, Ning Yao's eyes flashed with admiration for a moment, and the corners of her lips unconsciously curved up in response to her mood.
Her son is amazing; he was able to lend a helping hand when his opponent fell.
Ning Yao always thought that her son had an extremely strong competitive spirit, and that he participated in any competition for one purpose: to win.
But now it seems that she didn't understand her son well enough. Although Wen Aixiu was sharp-tongued, he was gentle and kind by nature.
Because Wen Aixiu wasted a little time helping the boy who had fallen, he ultimately missed out on the championship and only got second place.
Wen Aixiu was very upset about not getting first place. When he stepped off the stage, his face was full of frustration and his lips were pouting.
Ning Yao stepped forward and hugged her son, showering him with kisses. She raised the corners of her lips and planted a quick peck on his cheek.
"It's okay. Whether you get first place or not is not important. You were able to stop and help your opponent, which is something many people can't do. Even for adults like Mommy, it's a difficult thing, but you did it."
"Aishu, you're the best in Mommy's heart!" Ning Yao hugged her son and praised him again and again.
The child did the right thing. In that situation, if he had ignored everything and run over the little boy, even if he won, it wouldn't have been honorable. Ning Yao wouldn't have praised him for winning first place; she would have taught him that what he did was wrong and even criticized Wen Aixiu.
“But I lost, and I don’t have the gift anymore. My sister really liked that little doll.” Wen Aixiu sighed, still feeling regretful.
"Mommy can make one for your little sister. You know Mommy is very skillful and can make anything." Ning Yao patted Wen Aixiu's shoulder, indicating that it was alright.
She had seen the little doll from the trampoline park, and she could make an exact replica when she got back; it wouldn't be difficult at all.
"Really?" Wen Aixiu looked up at her mother, her large, dark eyes filled with disbelief.
Mommy can make dolls? Aren't these things usually made by machines? Mommy can do it with just her two hands?
"Of course it's true, when has Mommy ever lied to you?" Ning Yao chuckled and ruffled her son's hair. After getting up, she led him aside, opened a children's beverage bottle, and handed it to Wen Aixiu.