Teacher Li’s face stiffened.
The parents of the other child exploded: "How dare you speak like that? Look at what they’ve done to our child!"
"If their mouths are so filthy, someone has to teach them manners. Since their parents won’t, my nephew will do it for them."
He Siyu’s cold gaze swept over the two bruised elementary schoolers, making them tremble and turn pale.
He eyed them coolly. "Say thank you."
The two kids hastily bowed. "Thank you!"
Teacher Li was stunned. He Yun’an’s uncle was even more outrageous than He Yun’an himself!
The other parents were furious, shielding their child.
"Kids don’t know how to measure their words—it was just a squabble! Was it really necessary to beat them up like this?"
He Siyu replied casually, "Kids fighting isn’t a big deal either. Why are you making such a fuss?"
The parents’ hands shook with rage as they gritted their teeth. "Our child was beaten up like this—we won’t let this go!"
He Siyu slid his hands into his suit pockets, his lazy eyes taking on a roguish edge. "What do you want to do?"
Though his tone remained calm, an unspoken pressure filled the air.
The parents’ expressions faltered, their confidence wavering. "W-we’ll take this to court if we have to! We won’t back down!"
He Siyu smirked. "He’s just an underage brat. Hitting someone isn’t a crime."
"..."
The office fell into dead silence again.
The parents’ faces twisted with fury. "You—!"
Teacher Li’s head spun. It was the first time she’d seen a bully meet an even bigger bully.
He Yun’an peeked up at He Siyu, his eyes filled with admiration.
Teacher Li turned desperately to Sang Ning, the gentle-tempered one. "Please talk some sense into He Yun’an’s uncle. If this escalates, how will the kids get along at school?"
Sang Ning replied earnestly, "Don’t worry, Teacher Li. We’re reasonable people. As long as the other kids don’t provoke him again, He Yun’an won’t hit them. They can go to school without fear."
He Yun’an’s eyes sparkled—his admiration only grew.
Teacher Li: ???
I meant your child! How is he supposed to go to school?!
The other parents were equally stunned. Like uncle, like nephew—this whole family was rotten!
He Siyu said flatly, "Those two brats had filthy mouths. He Yun’an fought back. Consider this matter settled. If you still want to make a fuss, come find me."
His smile faded, replaced by a warning. "But remember this: if I hear anyone spewing nonsense again, it won’t end so simply."
His gaze swept over the two bruised kids, who looked ready to burst into tears.
Done with the argument, He Siyu turned to Teacher Li. "If there’s anything else, contact my assistant. We’re leaving."
Then he took Sang Ning’s hand and walked out.
He Yun’an scrambled after them.
The other parents were livid. "They just walked out?! What kind of school is this? Are you just letting this go?!"
Teacher Li sighed. "I should’ve investigated the situation properly. Both sides were at fault in this fight..."
"We don’t care! Our child has never been treated like this—we will hold them accountable!" The parents slammed the desk.
Teacher Li forced a strained smile. "Then perhaps you should take it up with the parents directly."
She handed them a business card.
The parents snatched it, but after three seconds, their pupils shrank.
He Siyu?
It suddenly hit them—He Yun’an’s surname was He!
---
He Siyu held Sang Ning’s hand as they left the school.
He Yun’an trailed behind obediently.
At the school gate, He Siyu stopped and turned to him. He Yun’an immediately straightened up, his earlier ease replaced by tension.
He Siyu’s voice was icy. "You’ve really outdone yourself, beating up your classmates like that."
He Yun’an didn’t dare argue, his head bowed stiffly.
His uncle’s fists were much harder than his.
"Don’t fight again. If someone bullies you, tell me or your father. Understood?"
He Yun’an nodded vigorously. "Understood."
He Siyu pressed his lips together. "Go home."
He Yun’an’s eyes lit up—his uncle was letting him off!
He happily reached for the Cayenne’s door.
"He Yun’an." He Siyu’s voice cut in.
He Yun’an froze, then shuffled back. "Uncle...?"
Was he changing his mind?
He Siyu raised his hand. He Yun’an paled, but instead of a strike, his uncle’s palm landed on his head, giving it a firm pat.
The force rattled He Yun’an’s skull, but he knew—this was He Siyu’s version of gentleness.
He Yun’an stared at him, stunned.
He Siyu said quietly, "Remember, your name is He. You’re a child of the He Family. No one gets to bully you."
He Yun’an’s breath hitched, his throat tightening. His eyes burned.
He jerked his head away, biting his lip. "Got it."
Then he spun around, yanked the car door open, and slammed it shut behind him.
The driver glanced at He Siyu, who gave no further instructions, so he drove off.
Sang Ning watched the Cayenne disappear, frowning. "He seemed upset. Aren’t you going to comfort him?"
He Siyu shrugged. "That brat’s pride won’t let him cry in front of us. Leave him be."
Sang Ning: "..."
Just like his uncle.
"But he’s still a child. You can’t just ignore him," she said, concerned.
He Siyu slid his hands into his pockets. "A man crying over nothing? The He Family doesn’t raise weaklings."
Sang Ning shot him a look. How could he say that with a straight face?
He was the one who demanded to be pampered every other day.
He Siyu suddenly met her gaze, eyes narrowing. "What were you thinking just now?"
Sang Ning blinked innocently. "Nothing."
He leaned down, his dark eyes piercing. "Nan Sang Ning, don’t think I don’t know when you’re cursing me in your head."
"..."
Sang Ning gestured to the Maybach parked nearby. "The car’s here."
He pulled her back, still glaring. "You’re brushing me off again?"
She glanced at the bustling school gate, then up at his stormy expression. With a sigh, she squeezed his hand and gave it a little shake.
"Let’s go eat. I’m hungry."
