Chapter 139: Fighting Over a Girlfriend?

The day before New Year's Day, Lin Yiyang happily arrived at kindergarten carrying a small backpack. He was in an exceptionally good mood, his face adorned with a bright smile throughout.

Why? Because today was the day of the kindergarten’s New Year’s Eve party, and most importantly, his father had come along with him.

In a spacious classroom, many parents sat on the floor with their children, either playing with toys together or whispering softly. The atmosphere was chaotic and noisy.

Lin Yiyang seemed well accustomed to such an environment; it didn’t affect him at all. Sitting in his spot, he murmured something quietly to himself.

At that moment, a little girl bent over and sat beside him. She said, “Lin Yiyang, what are you doing? Have you prepared your performance for today?”

Lin Yiyang glanced at her—it was Cui Qianqian, a good friend of his.

“Yes, today I’m going to tell a story,” Lin Yiyang said with a smile.

“A story? Don’t you want to do something else? Singing would be fine too,” Cui Qianqian frowned slightly, sounding a bit dismissive.

In kindergarten, teachers often told them stories, so it wasn’t anything unusual.

Lin Yiyang wasn’t upset; he simply smiled and said, “This story was taught to me by my dad. It’s really, really good—much better than the stories the teachers tell.”

“Really? Then… can you tell me a little bit now?” Cui Qianqian’s curiosity was piqued.

“No, I’m not ready yet,” Lin Yiyang shook his head and refused without hesitation.

Cui Qianqian pouted unhappily. “Tsk, so stingy.”

At that moment, Lin Chuan, sitting next to Lin Yiyang, couldn’t help but chuckle. He had seen this little girl many times before—still as mischievous and lively as ever, and undeniably adorable.

To be honest, this little girl was very pretty, with sparkling big eyes that were full of life and delicate features. If nothing went wrong, she would definitely grow into a beautiful young lady.

If Yiyang could maintain this friendship with her, perhaps one day he might even marry her… cough, that was a bit too much to think about. Still, this little girl was undeniably charming.

As Lin Chuan’s mind wandered, a faint, pleasant fragrance drifted over. Looking up, he saw a tall, graceful woman sitting nearby.

The woman smiled gently at Lin Chuan and said, “Hello, I’m Cui Qianqian’s mother. You must be Yiyang’s father, right?”

Lin Chuan nodded and returned the smile. “Hello, yes, I am Yiyang’s dad.”

“Hehe. Our Qianqian is good friends with Yiyang. She always talks about him when she gets home,” Cui Qianqian’s mother said.

“Yes, Yiyang too. He’s lucky to have such a pretty little girlfriend like Qianqian,” Lin Chuan nodded, though he regretted saying that as soon as the words left his mouth.

“Little girlfriend?” Cui Qianqian’s mother was surprised.

Quickly, Lin Chuan hurried to explain, “Uh… I meant good friends, playmates.”

“Oh. Hehe.”

The two began chatting, their conversation revolving entirely around the children.

Just then, a chubby boy strode over aggressively. Behind him was an even bigger, heavier man who was presumably his father.

“Lin Yiyang, what are you performing today?” the chubby boy asked as he pointed at Lin Yiyang.

Lin Chuan and Cui Qianqian’s mother, who were chatting, were stunned by this sudden scene. But neither said a word—after all, it was a matter between children, and adults couldn’t intervene, no matter how rude the attitude.

So they quietly sat aside, watching.

Lin Chuan and Cui Qianqian glanced at the chubby boy, unimpressed, and said, “None of your business.”

That was Cui Qianqian speaking. She had never liked this chubby boy, not before and certainly not now that Lin Yiyang was around. She especially ignored him more than ever.

The chubby boy placed his hands on his hips and grinned. “I’m going to tell a story today, and it’s a really good one—my dad taught it to me. If you beg, I might tell you a bit.”

Also a story? Also taught by his dad? Cui Qianqian glanced at Lin Yiyang beside her, puzzled. Why was everyone telling stories today?

“No way, who wants to hear your story? It’s probably awful,” Cui Qianqian pouted, clearly disdainful.

“You haven’t even heard it, so how do you know it’s bad? Qianqian, if you promise to play with me later, I’ll tell you my story first. How about that?” the chubby boy boasted.

“Tsk, Lin Yiyang is telling a story today too, and it’s from his dad. I want to hear his story,” Cui Qianqian scoffed.

Hearing this, the chubby boy was furious. He turned to Lin Yiyang and said sharply, “Lin Yiyang, you’re telling a story too?”

Lin Yiyang nodded. “Yes.”

“Then how about a contest? Whoever has the better story gets to play with Qianqian,” the chubby boy demanded, unreasonable as ever.

Lin Yiyang ignored him, lowering his head without saying a word.

Lin Chuan, overhearing the chubby boy, laughed again. Was this a quarrel over a girlfriend?

The chubby boy was about to say more when footsteps sounded. Several kindergarten teachers walked into the classroom, including Wang Yue.

“Everyone, please quiet down,” a slightly older female teacher called out loudly.

Immediately, the classroom fell silent, all eyes turning to the teachers.

The older teacher continued, “Dear parents, we are delighted that you could take time out of your busy schedules to attend our New Year’s party. On behalf of the kindergarten, I warmly welcome you all.”

Applause erupted from both adults and children alike.

As the applause died down, the female teacher continued, “Now, please welcome our kindergarten’s vice principal to say a few words…”

Amid another round of applause, a woman in her forties, wearing glasses and a beaming smile, stepped forward. Her gaze swept over the room as she began to speak.

Lin Chuan, sitting quietly in a corner, wasn’t interested in the speech and didn’t listen to a word. Instead, he whispered to Cui Qianqian’s mother, exchanging thoughts on child education.

Surprisingly, after Lin Chuan confidently shared his views, Cui Qianqian’s mother looked at him with newfound respect. Some of his ideas on raising children were indeed helpful.

Of course, if she knew that Lin Chuan’s so-called insights were mostly theoretical, she might not be so admiring.

P.S.: For some reason, chapters 137 and 138 got swapped. I’ve spent a long time trying to fix it but haven’t managed—maybe I’m just too slow…