PCMWF Chapter 183

At the kindergarten gate, several parents who hadn’t left stood holding their phones, watching intently. The screen showed the kindergarten’s surveillance feed for Class 5. The children were eating breakfast. Shen Minyan stared at the little guy’s bowed head. Just as he was about to remind him to look up, Teacher Apple walked over and bent down to say something. The little guy straightened his back.

Pei Yi also noticed Teacher Apple had seen that Pei Qiqi didn’t like eggs and quietly encouraged him. Then he saw Pei Qiqi scoop up the egg and slowly finish it. Professional. Truly professional. Xingya had small classes, at most fifteen children. Class 5, with the two new kids, had thirteen Besides two caregivers, there were two head teachers and a foreign language teacher. The parents had nothing to worry about.

Compared to this, Pei Yi felt more guilty. He’d chosen a bad nanny before. He had no right to criticize the teachers. After greetings, everyone dispersed. As the car doors closed, Shen Minyan and Pei Yi both swore silently. At four in the afternoon, he would definitely be the first parent to rush into the classroom!

The driver left the kindergarten. Without the little guy’s laughter, the car was very quiet. Shen Minyan sighed, pinched his brow, and looked at the surveillance on his phone. On screen, the little guy was surrounded by classmates, spinning happily. When he ran, his curls bounced.

“Yingying, should Youyou’s hair be cut? It’s almost covering his eyes.”

Chu Ying was prepared, bringing a tablet to watch the surveillance.

“Youyou must have a reason for fearing haircuts. Let’s call Siwen when we get back.”

Shen Minyan nodded and told his assistant to contact a children’s barber. His gaze fell on Shen Yan in the passenger seat. Shen Minyan recalled whether Shen Yan had feared haircuts.

…He couldn’t remember.

He’d never paid attention to such small things, rarely even picking up his two sons from school. He wasn’t a good father. He could only make up for it now. Two minutes later, a transfer appeared in Shen Yan’s account.

[Father transferred 200,000 yuan to you. Note: Pocket money.]

Shen Yan: “”

“Dad?” He turned, confused.

Shen Minyan coughed and waved awkwardly. “Buy something nice.”

Shen Yan looked at the transfer, enough for a lifetime of snacks, and fell into thought.

“Don’t forget to transfer some to Linlin. Teenagers are sensitive.”

Shen Minyan’s face darkened, a cold laugh. “If I dare give him money, he’ll skip class tonight to sign up as a trainee at some game base!”

Shen Yan: “Uh…”

This kid. Couldn’t he have fewer delusions? The two little ones in kindergarten were happy all day. They slept next to each other during nap time. Back in the strange, narrow little bed, Pei Qiqi closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling. Soon, a soft little hand reached into his blanket. Pei Qiqi opened his eyes and saw Youyou lying on his side, his cheek on the pillow, smiling at him.

“Brother Qiqi, Youyou will sleep with you.”

Pei Qiqi nodded, his chin tucked into the blanket. Where the little guy couldn’t see, his mouth curved into a happy smile. At four in the afternoon, as promised that morning. Pei Yi and Shen Minyan were the first parents to rush to the classroom door. The tall men stood side by side, panting. Shen Minyan tugged at his wrinkled shirt, patting nonexistent dust. Pei Yi leaned on the door, searching for his child.

Footsteps approached. Shen Minyan turned. The parents they’d left behind had caught up, anxiously running to their children’s classrooms. First time in this invisible “race,” and he’d won. Shen Minyan stood at the door of Class 5 in a victor’s pose.

“Your child is in Class 5 too? You guys ran fast!”

Shen Minyan raised an eyebrow. The man, hands on his hips, panting, loosened his tie, craning his neck to look for his child.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you before. Whose parents are you?”

Pei Yi was sunny. “Our kids’ first day of kindergarten.”

Shen Minyan nodded.

The man understood. “No wonder. I was always first before.”

He glanced at the two pairs of long legs. The “pick-up champion” would probably change hands. The children were slowly putting on their backpacks in the classroom. Pei Yi had already opened his phone, adding the man’s contact.

“You’re not in the group yet? I’ll add you.”

Shen Minyan looked down, silently took out his phone, and scanned into the group.
Group name: Class 5.

Thirteen children, nearly sixty members. Nicknames were uniform: so-and-so’s dad, so-and-so’s mom, so-and-so’s grandma, so-and-so’s brother.
Shen Minyan changed his nickname to: Su Youli’s Dad.

Parents and children lined up on either side of the door.

Su Youli held Pei Qiqi’s hand, his cheeks flushed.

He stood near the front. Looking up, he saw his dad.

“Dad.” The little guy smiled, eyes like crescents, waving excitedly.

His dad was the first to pick him up! His dad was amazing!

Pei Qiqi also saw his uncle, face pressed against the glass, eyes lighting up.

Uncle, Uncle.

Uncle came to pick him up.

The teacher opened the door.

After two months, the children no longer rushed. They waited for their names.

Teacher Apple took the pickup cards and smiled. “Su Youli, Pei Xu.”

The two little ones stepped forward, under the envious gaze of the other children, and were picked up by their dad and uncle.

After saying goodbye to the teacher, the two little ones were held by their dad and uncle.

Pei Qiqi was kissed all over his face.

“Qiqi, did you miss me? Uncle missed you so much.”

Pei Qiqi’s heart raced. Uncle really came.

And he was first.

He didn’t wipe the saliva off as usual. He pressed his face to his uncle’s mouth.

“Uncle, I missed you today.” Pei Qiqi hugged his uncle’s neck, head on his shoulder.

Pei Yi was moved, sending kisses. “Mwah, mwah.”

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