"Miss Ruan, what do you mean by this?" Song Heqing asked in surprise.
"It doesn't mean anything. Tomorrow is the weekend, and I want to pick up Xiao Yuan to stay with me... This is also part of the agreement, right?" Ruan Xingyao said seriously.
"Hmm, is tomorrow the weekend?"
Song Heqing glanced at his phone, then smiled and said, "The spirit of the contract must be upheld... By the way, if I may ask, is Xiao Yuan going to stay with you, or with other people?"
"I don't mean anything else; it's just that if it's not very convenient, I can actually take care of her. After all, it won't cause trouble for others, right?"
"My house won't be vacated for a few more days, so I'm temporarily staying at Su Qing's place," Ruan Xingyao said in a low voice. "If you're worried, you can come along..."
"No need, I trust you quite a bit."
After a chuckle, Song Heqing excused himself and walked to the side to make a call. Only after receiving a positive reply from Su Qing did he let out a long sigh of relief.
However, when he walked back, he saw Ruan Xingyao glaring at him.
"Song Heqing, is this your trust in me?"
Ruan Xingyao opened Feixun (Instant Messaging App) and placed it in front of him.
"Ruan Ruan, Song Heqing just called. Is something wrong again? — Su Qing."
"Hey, it's better to be safe than sorry."
Song Heqing looked at her without batting an eye.
"You..."
Ruan Xingyao was furious but helpless, so she could only glare at him fiercely.
Just then.
Song Xiaoyuan walked out, holding Teacher Qin's hand, but she kept her head down the whole time, her mood not very high.
"What happened?" Song Heqing asked with a frown.
"It's just that some classmates were making fun of Xiao Yuan's name for being old-fashioned. We teachers have tried our best to mediate... I'm truly sorry," Teacher Qin said with a wry smile.
Many parents who were picking up their children also showed disdainful looks. What era was this, and her name was still "Xiao Yuan"? Why not "Xiao Fang"?
"An old-fashioned name? Song Heqing, I originally..."
"Shut up."
Song Heqing frowned and glared at Ruan Xingyao, then smiled at Teacher Qin, "Actually, if it weren't for the convenience of work... we really wouldn't want to put Xiao Yuan here with you."
"After all, whether it's the parents here or the students, their cultural level is truly average."
"Mr. Song, this..."
Teacher Qin looked at the indignant parents around her, unsure what to say.
"Xiao Yuan's name comes from the seven-character regulated verse 'Small Plum Blossoms in the Mountain Garden'. The original poem is 'When all other flowers wither, it alone shines brightly, monopolizing all charm in the small garden,'" Song Heqing said loudly.
"The so-called 'great vulgar is great elegant.' Without culture, one naturally finds these two characters unremarkable, but if one reads a bit more, one would not say such things."
"Of course, if one had a bit more class, one wouldn't make fun of other people's names... Xiao Yuan, say goodbye to Teacher Qin."
"Goodbye, Teacher."
Song Xiaoyuan, her eyes shining, bowed deeply to Teacher Qin before taking Song Heqing's hand.
"By the way, Teacher Qin... if anyone makes fun of Xiao Yuan's name again, please have their parents bring their academic certificates next Monday. Our family doesn't play with uncultured children."
After dropping that remark, Song Heqing hoisted Song Xiaoyuan onto his shoulders and walked towards his home.
Ruan Xingyao paused for a moment, then quickly followed him.
"Teacher Qin, who was that person?"
"Which class is that 'Xiao Yuan' in?"
"Is that her father or her brother? Does he have Feixun (Instant Messaging App)? Push it to me."
...Many young mothers surrounded Teacher Qin, who looked at Song Heqing's retreating back, slightly lost in thought.
Anzhitinlan.
When Song Heqing returned home, the house had already been cleaned by the hired cleaners, but the broken stool had also been taken away.
Only one stool remained at the dining table, sitting there all by itself.
"Xiao Yuan, your mother is taking you to spend the weekend, so pack your things."
Song Heqing ruffled Song Xiaoyuan's head.
"Okay."
Although Song Xiaoyuan was a bit reluctant, she knew that she couldn't resist anything.
Ruan Xingyao looked at the spotless living room, hesitated for a moment, and then sat at the other end of the sofa.
"That poem you just mentioned..."
"Oh, I made it up."
Song Heqing pouted, "It's just that the old man didn't pick a very good name... What era is this, and it's still called Xiao Yuan."
"You... you just made it up?" Ruan Xingyao exclaimed in surprise.
"Otherwise, where do you think it came from?"
Song Heqing spread his hands, looking quite helpless.
It wasn't helplessness towards Ruan Xingyao, but rather that this poem was written by a poet from his world, and there was no such person in this world. If Ruan Xingyao were stubborn and actually went to investigate, wouldn't that be a disaster?
"I was wondering why I hadn't heard of it!"
Ruan Xingyao chided him, "And you still told people to bring their academic certificates..."
"Are you crazy? Those were just formalities."
Song Heqing sighed, "Why do people bully Xiao Yuan? Isn't it because her parents are easy to bully? If we just act a little stronger... hasn't that solved her problem?"
"You..."
Ruan Xingyao was immediately choked up and said nothing more, only glaring fiercely at him.
In the past, this guy would never have spoken to her like this.
Song Heqing, however, wasn't thinking that much; he just leaned on the sofa, pondering how to make some money.
After all, isn't money a man's courage?
If he met a girl he liked, he couldn't possibly let her pay when they went out, could he? How inappropriate would that be.
The two of them remained silent for a long time.
Only then did Song Xiaoyuan come out, dragging a small suitcase.
"Here, yours."
Song Heqing opened his wallet and gave her a thousand yuan. "Buy whatever you want to eat. If you don't have enough money, come back and tell me..."
"Song Heqing, she's still so young, what do you mean by giving her so much money?" Ruan Xingyao snapped.
"Miss Ruan, I hope you stop speaking to me in that tone... I let you come to see Xiao Yuan because you are her mother, but how to educate Xiao Yuan is my business."
Song Heqing finished with a frown, then squatted down and ruffled Song Xiaoyuan's head, "Do you remember my phone number?"
"I remember."
Song Xiaoyuan nodded.
"If you suffer any grievances there, don't just endure it. Call me. No matter when, I will definitely come to pick you up," Song Heqing said seriously.
"I know, Daddy."
Song Xiaoyuan reached out and hugged him.
"Alright, I'll take you downstairs."
Song Heqing held her with one arm and picked up the suitcase with the other.
Ruan Xingyao silently followed behind him. Only when they entered the elevator did she blurt out a sentence.
"Song Heqing, I feel like you've grown taller."
"That's because I used to be too short in your eyes."
Song Heqing made a joke.
Ruan Xingyao fell silent again.
Downstairs.
Su Qing's small Mercedes-Benz was quietly parked there.
After Song Heqing greeted her, he put Song Xiaoyuan's suitcase in the trunk, gave her a few more instructions, and then turned and went upstairs.