Shen Yan was truly furious this time. It was also the first time he had asked his father for help. The Shen Group’s PR team was top-tier in the industry. The intern was invited by the police for a chat the next day. Shen Yan and his studio learned the intern’s fate a week later. From beginning to end, Shen Yan never met the intern, and from the start, he said he would absolutely not settle. The other side’s lawyer didn’t even get a chance to negotiate.
Because the intern had sold Shen Yan’s personal information to others, and the information was resold multiple times, the circumstances were especially serious. In the office, Xiao Gao stared at the police notice of the intern’s punishment: three years of imprisonment and a fine of one hundred thousand yuan.
“It’s one wrong step after another. He hasn’t even graduated yet. Even after he gets out, he won’t find a good job.” Xiao Gao was still lamenting.
Everyone in the studio came today, sitting up straight, reading the police notice, then looking up at Shen Yan in the seat of honor. Shen Yan was cold to outsiders, but good to his own people. He never put on airs, did what he could himself, and occasionally joked with them. After the “sasaeng” incident, everyone truly understood that Shen Yan was the eldest young master of the Shen Group. Shen Yan had brought two lawyers with him. They distributed a supplementary confidentiality agreement to everyone in the studio on the spot. Everyone read it and signed. Xiao Gao led the pledge of loyalty, and the others followed.
Shen Yan was busy until the afternoon. On his way home from work, he stopped at a cake shop to buy a cake for the little guy. It was a private cake shop near the office building, catering to white-collar elites with high standards for life.
The clerk was already familiar with Shen Yan and recognized him even with the mask. Seeing him bending over to choose in front of the display, the clerk smiled and asked: “Teacher Shen, do you still want the little rabbit cake? We just sold the last one. The baker is still making more. It’ll be a while.”
Shen Yan, one hand in his pocket, looked up and asked: “Do you have a Stitch cake?”
The clerk shook his head and said no. Shen Yan thought it was a pity.
“Do you need a recommendation?” the clerk asked, seeing him hesitate.
“Please,” Shen Yan nodded.
The clerk came out from behind the counter and introduced the best-selling desserts. Shen Yan looked at them all and wasn’t satisfied. Not that he was being picky, but his mother had said the little guy couldn’t eat too many sweets. Only twice a week, one at a time. Otherwise, cavities would come knocking. If not for the restriction, buying all the desserts wouldn’t be out of the question. The clerk, hearing it was for Youyou, immediately got starry-eyed, hands clasped into fists under her chin, a doting smile on her face.
“It’s for Youyou! How about this little pig custard bun? It has custard filling.”
The super cute little pig custard bun shape; no child could resist it. After confirming the custard buns had no additives and used pure natural ingredients, Shen Yan packed all four remaining buns.
“Please put them in two bags, and add a coconut milk jelly.”
The clerk packed them with extra care, using the cutest bags in the shop.
When Shen Yan went to pay, the male clerk pushed his hand away, smiling: “I’m a fan of Youyou. He’s so cute. These are on me, for Youyou.”
How could that be? Shen Yan insisted on paying. The clerk blocked his phone, refusing to let him pay, so Shen Yan took out two red bills and put them on the counter.
“Teacher Shen, no need to pay.”
The two pushed back and forth at the register, drawing frequent glances from other customers. The clerk, afraid of exposing Shen Yan’s identity, stopped refusing, took the money, and packed a six-inch mille crepe cake as well.
“Teacher Shen, take care. Please make sure Youyou eats it. If he likes it, I’ll make something else for him next time.”
Shen Yan carried the bags in both hands. Walking away, he saw the male clerk waving at the door. Sure enough, the little guy was overjoyed to see the little pig custard buns, drooling as he leaned on the edge of the table. Shen Yan had also bought a portion for Pei Qiqi and had Tang Dou deliver it across the street. The two little ones couldn’t be separated once they met, sitting in the yard eating the little pig custard buns together.
After dinner, Pei Qiqi came to find Youyou to play. The two little ones and the dog followed Shen Lin to the second-floor playroom for crafts. After the children left, the adults on the first floor began to discuss serious matters. Both little ones were at the right age for kindergarten. Having been neighbors for a while, the Shen family thought Pei Yi and Hua Zhao were good people. Qiqi, needless to say, was well-behaved and polite.
Pei Qiqi had been through something bad, so Pei Yi was especially cautious about choosing a kindergarten. He had looked at over a dozen and still hadn’t decided. Shen Minyan was also a bit anxious. He felt guilty about Youyou. The shadow of the child being stolen hadn’t faded in three years. He actually didn’t really want Youyou to go to kindergarten. He felt safe only when the child was within his sight. But he knew that raising a child this way wasn’t right. So the two families decided to send the two little ones to the same kindergarten, so they could look after each other.
Chu Ying asked with concern: “How is Qiqi now?”
“I took him to the hospital yesterday. Doctor Du said Qiqi has no problems with basic communication and can go to kindergarten,” Hua Zhao said.
“That’s good.” Chu Ying was happy for her.
Shen Yan pressed the remote, and a screen descended in the center of the living room, showing the kindergartens Shen Minyan had screened recently.
“There are many kindergartens in Beicheng. There are five near us.”
The two deleted ones were public kindergartens that were relatively far away. One private kindergarten had only been open for a year. Everything inside was new. Shen Minyan had visited and felt the classrooms and playrooms were full of formaldehyde, so he immediately crossed it out in his mind.
“These two each have their pros and cons. Let’s look together.” Shen Minyan had already stood by the screen and naturally took the remote from Shen Yan.
At home, Shen Minyan didn’t wear a suit, only simple casual home clothes. But his aura was there. Pei Yi always felt like he was standing there as if he was hosting some major decision-making meeting.
But Shen Minyan was also very clear that he wasn’t at the company, and the people sitting below weren’t his subordinates. After listing the pros and cons of the two kindergartens, he cleared his throat lightly: “Do you have any better choices?”
Pei Yi actually did. After all, since returning to China, he had been dealing with early childhood education units.
“I consulted a professional teacher. They suggested making a long-term plan for the child. If you want the child to study abroad when they grow up, an international kindergarten is best. If you plan to stay in China, several public and private kindergartens are also good choices.”
Pei Yi sent the information on his phone to Shen Minyan, who immediately projected it on the big screen for everyone to see.
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