And it was said that the learning environment here was very good.
For this reason alone, Shen Qingqing decided to send the child there.
That evening, Fu Jingshu returned.
He only glanced at Chenchen and Xixi playing with building blocks on the sofa. The two children seemed to be in good spirits, so Fu Jingshu didn't ask any further questions.
In the kitchen, Shen Qingqing was cutting vegetables, humming an unknown tune, until two hands reached out from behind her and wrapped around her waist.
"You're back."
Fu Jingshu's deep voice sounded, "It seems there's good news today."
Shen Qingqing chuckled, "How did you guess?"
"Seeing how happy you are," Fu Jingshu turned his head and planted a kiss on her cheek. "I knew this would go very smoothly."
Thinking of this, Shen Qingqing was very happy. She simply put down the knife, turned to face the man, and said, "You wouldn't believe how cooperative Chenchen was today."
Fu Jingshu raised an eyebrow, "What did the doctor say?"
"The doctor said the child is recovering very well, beyond his expectations. He also told me to find some activities the child enjoys to distract him." Shen Qingqing casually picked up a towel and wiped her hands. "I've asked a friend to find a painting class, and we'll register tomorrow."
"I'll take you."
This time Shen Qingqing did not refuse. "Okay, you can take a look at this painting class too. I asked a friend to find it, and I heard the environment there is very good."
Fu Jingshu naturally had no objections. "As long as you think it's good."
Shen Qingqing playfully glared at him, "If anyone heard you say that, they'd think you don't care about Chenchen."
"I just trust you more."
Fu Jingshu gazed at her affectionately.
Shen Qingqing hugged his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed his cheek. "Then you'll take us tomorrow morning. After dropping the child off, we'll take Xixi out to play."
She had been busy with Chenchen's affairs lately, and her other son had been neglected.
"Okay."
Fu Jingshu didn't leave and stayed in the kitchen to help her.
...
The next morning, Fu Jingshu took his wife and child to the painting class.
As soon as they entered, Shen Qingqing's first action was to examine the painting class's decor. The class wasn't very large and was located in an office building.
However, the decoration was very warm.
It was in colors Chenchen would like, but to ensure the child wouldn't dislike it, Shen Qingqing still asked, "What do you think of this place?"
Chenchen looked around and said, "Mommy, I like it here."
"That's good."
As she said this, a teacher came to greet them. "Are you here to register? Please come with me to the classroom to fill out the forms."
"A friend introduced me, and I filled out the forms online earlier," Shen Qingqing said. "My surname is Shen."
The teacher paused slightly and took out a small booklet from her pocket.
Shen Qingqing glanced at it and noticed that the booklet listed the names of everyone who was coming to register that day.
It seemed quite a few people were signing up.
"Miss Shen, the child you're bringing is Chenchen, he's 7 years old this year, correct?"
The teacher looked up at them.
Shen Qingqing nodded. "The fees have already been paid online. After registering today, when can he start classes?"
"Since you've already registered, please follow me to meet the homeroom teacher. He'll tell you the rest."
The teacher led the family of three to the office.
A man sat in the office. He looked to be in his 40s, with a handsome face, elegant demeanor, and gold-rimmed glasses on his nose.
The teacher spoke to him briefly, and the man immediately looked up at Shen Qingqing. "So you're the Miss Shen who registered online."
"Yes, that's me," Shen Qingqing nodded.
"I heard from the teacher that you were asking when the classes can start." The man glanced at the time. It was only 9 o'clock. "Anytime is fine. If the child can adapt today, he can start classes today."
He looked at Chenchen. Often, parents and teachers were indifferent, but children needed time to adjust.
Shen Qingqing crouched down and said to Chenchen, "Do you want to stay and have class today, or come tomorrow?"
"Today."
Chenchen showed no signs of reluctance, which made Shen Qingqing marvel. She wondered what Zhao Yixin had said to this child.
Why had he become so obedient?
"Okay, we'll do as you say."
Shen Qingqing wanted to respect her child's wishes, then asked the teacher to handle the registration and personally escorted the child to the classroom.
There were already many children sitting in the classroom.
They sat in a row, and each child looked very well-behaved.
Shen Qingqing released Chenchen's hand. The teacher was a woman, and she looked very young. She walked over gently and said, "Shall I take you into the classroom?"
"Yes."
Shen Qingqing noticed that Chenchen still maintained a cold attitude towards strangers, but coldness was better than introversion.
She watched from the doorway.
Only when she saw Chenchen sit down at his seat and other children curiously sitting next to him did she realize that Chenchen's expression was as calm as ever. He neither rejected them nor spoke to them enthusiastically.
He looked like a cold little ice cube.
Shen Qingqing found the child's appearance strangely familiar. Then, she turned her head and saw Fu Jingshu, who also had a cold expression, and immediately understood.
This child must have learned from him.
Shen Qingqing glared at him.
Fu Jingshu looked confused, "What's wrong?"
Shen Qingqing snorted, "Look at the child's expression now. It's all from you. He's like a little ice cube."
Whether it was boys or little princesses who approached Chenchen, he showed no reaction, his face blank as he stared straight ahead.
Seeing him like this, the other children naturally stopped approaching him.
Shen Qingqing sighed, worried about the child making friends, when she saw Chenchen let out an almost imperceptible sigh of relief.
Shen Qingqing: "..."
So, he had deliberately put on that expression to drive everyone away.
"Don't make that face in front of the child anymore," Shen Qingqing knew she was being unreasonable, but she couldn't help it.
Fu Jingshu sighed helplessly. If anyone else had said this, they would have been in trouble long ago. He patiently agreed.
"Okay, I'll listen to you."
He was so agreeable that Shen Qingqing suddenly came to her senses.
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay." Fu Jingshu's usually cold face broke into a smile. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
Chenchen was well-behaved in class and learned diligently from the teacher, which put Shen Qingqing at ease. She turned and left with Fu Jingshu.
The following days seemed to fall into a quiet rhythm.
Both children became very easy to take care of, and Shen Qingqing finally had time to look for Gao Xu.