Calling the Parents

When he opened his eyes and groped for his phone, he found that it was gone. That outdated thing, nobody would want it even if it was given away. Without a doubt, Tang Wan had taken it. After the divorce, Tang Wan had become somewhat strange. During their marriage, she had been indifferent to Jiang Fan, as if she thought that since she had already got him, no one else could take him away. After the divorce, Jiang Fan seemed to have become a sought-after commodity.

Indeed, Jiang Fan was very sought after. He was capable both in social settings and in the kitchen. He could handle hooligans and had a clean lifestyle. He always kept the house tidy and could cook delicious meals. Outside, he was capable of solving any work-related troubles. He was not tall, only 178 cm, but that wasn't considered short. He wasn't fat, had a slight muscular build, and while his appearance couldn't compare to celebrities, he was still considered handsome. His not-so-fair skin made him less scholarly and less puppy-like, adding a touch of toughness.

Especially his buzz cut.

If one had to mention his flaws, it would be that he lacked sweet words for women and was a debt-ridden poor man.

The upstairs bathroom was already occupied by Tang Wan. When Jiang Fan went downstairs to wash up, Tang Wan was already sitting on the sofa, eating potato chips and starting her work. Seeing Jiang Fan come downstairs, Tang Wan threw the antique phone to him and said softly,

"The landlord called and said she has something to ask you. She seemed a bit hesitant and hung up after saying half of it."

Jiang Fan took the phone and flipped through the call history, furrowing his brows and saying,

"Didn't you say anything? You only have the guts with me. Is there anything you want to eat in the morning?"

"It doesn't matter what I say."

Tang Wan looked indifferent. She was speaking the truth. What she said didn't matter for breakfast. She would eat whatever Jiang Fan made. Jiang Fan took the phone and walked into the bathroom, dialing the landlord's number. He waited for her to pick up while brushing his teeth. Then Jiang Fan saw that there were several pieces of Tang Wan's clothes hidden in his clothes for changing. At this moment, the call was connected.

"Fan, were you sleeping in the morning? Sorry about that."

Jiang Fan picked out Tang Wan's clothes one by one. He didn't find it difficult to wash clothes; he could just throw them into the washing machine. But could these white clothes still be worn after being washed together with colored clothes? And they were hidden inside? Fortunately, he was on the phone now.

"Ah? I drank some alcohol last night. Tang Wan answered the phone in the morning. She doesn't dare to talk to others with her temper. Just say what you need, sister. We don't need to be so polite."

While speaking, Jiang Fan put Tang Wan's clothes into the washing machine. The landlord was silent for a few seconds, then sighed and said,

"Fan, actually, I shouldn't bother you with this, but I really have no other choice."

"Do you need money? I can transfer the rent for another six months to you."

"No, no, no, it's not about money. I still have some money now. It's about Jiawei. That child learned to fight with others over a girl at school. Today, the other party's parents went to the school with quite a few people. Jiawei has always hated his relatives from his grandfather's side. We haven't had any contact for so many years. I don't know anyone here. Jiawei didn't dare to go to school in the morning. I sent him there, but now..."

"I understand. Send me his school and class by text message. I'll go to the school to see him later. Just tell me if there's anything in the future, sister. If you hadn't waived the two months' deposit for me, I wouldn't know where to live now."

"Alright, alright. Jiang Fan, I really don't know how to thank you. Just bring Jiawei back. If it doesn't work, I'll transfer him to another school. I'll wait for you at the school gate."

"No need. Just go to work."

Jiang Fan hung up the phone and furrowed his brows. The landlord, a widow with a child, had a hard time. She had approached Jiang Fan only because she had no other choice. The college entrance exam was coming up next year. Transferring schools at this crucial moment or letting these things affect his studies could ruin his future.

Hadn't they endured nine years of hard work just to pass the college entrance exam?

As he walked out of the bathroom, before Jiang Fan could say anything, Tang Wan had already stood up and walked to the bathroom door, furrowing her brows and saying,

"Did you transfer 70,000 yuan to me?"

Jiang Fan nodded, and then Tang Wan raised her head and gave Jiang Fan a headbutt, making him dizzy. Jiang Fan covered his head and asked Tang Wan what was wrong with her! Tang Wan gritted her teeth, glared at Jiang Fan, and angrily said,

"Bring me a portion of cold noodles when you come back! I don't want to eat today."

"Oh."

It seemed that Tang Wan had heard the phone call just now. Jiang Fan picked up the car key from the tea table, changed into a set of sportswear, and went out. When he reached the downstairs, Jiang Fan suddenly regretted it. He forgot that Tang Wan had changed her car. Would driving this thing to school be too eye-catching?

When Jiang Fan was about to take a taxi to school, he found that he had no money, and his phone did not support advanced functions like mobile payment. Fortunately, the car was full of gas, so he drove to Haihua Middle School.

The landlord sister was still waiting for Jiang Fan at the school gate. When she saw the white luxurious car appear at the school gate, she took a breath, fearing that it was someone called by the other party's family. When she saw Jiang Fan getting off the car, the sister hurriedly ran forward, gently patted Jiang Fan's shoulder, and somewhat reluctantly said,

"Fan, just to pick up Jiawei, how much does it cost to rent this car for a day? I'm not sure if this one thousand yuan is enough. Here you are."

Jiang Fan bitterly smiled and quickly refused.

"No, no, no. The car is the company boss's. I drove it back after working late yesterday. Jiawei should have seen me, right? You wait here for me. I'll go by myself. The other party doesn't know my identity and my relationship with Jiawei, so they won't dare to act rashly. Otherwise, seeing you, a woman, they will surely become even more aggressive. Give me Jiawei's homeroom teacher's phone number first."

After much persuasion, Jiang Fan convinced the landlord sister to wait in the car. Actually, the sister really shouldn't have gone in. She gave people the first impression of being relatively cowardly and easy to bully. Going there like this would not only not bring any help to Jiawei but would also let the other party know that this child, Jiawei, had no confidence.

Although the sister was not at ease, she still agreed to Jiang Fan.

He made a phone call to the homeroom teacher by the car, telling the other party that he was Jiawei's uncle and came to the school to see the child. Soon, he saw a young woman with glasses running towards him. She was about the same age as Jiang Fan and stumbled along the way, even worse than Tang Wan in athletic ability. Seeing this, Jiang Fan also walked towards the school gate and smiled at Jiawei's homeroom teacher.

"Hello, Miss Tong. I'm Li Jiawei's uncle. My sister called me and said that the child was bullied at school, so I came to see how my nephew is doing."

When Tong Yao looked at Jiang Fan with a somewhat suspicious gaze and then at his car, the landlord sister got off the car. Seeing this, Tong Yao believed that this young man was indeed Li Jiawei's uncle. The security guard opened the school gate. Jiang Fan made an OK gesture to the landlord sister and followed the homeroom teacher into the school.

On the way, Tong Yao still couldn't believe that Jiang Fan was Li Jiawei's uncle and asked with doubt,

"Your surname is Jiang? Jiawei's mother's surname is Sun."

"Of course, cousins don't have the same surname. My mother and Jiawei's grandmother are relatives."

"Oh! Where does Mr. Jiang work?"

"Glory Group."

"Oh!"

Both of them were silent. When they arrived at Class 11, Grade 3, Tong Yao interrupted the teacher who was giving a lesson. Before she could even speak, she told Jiawei that his uncle was here. Li Jiawei walked out of the class, looking at Jiang Fan with doubt, and was hugged by Jiang Fan on his shoulder. Jiang Fan whispered,

"Surprised?"

Li Jiawei nodded.

"Uncle, did my mom ask you to come? To pick me up and go home?"

"Isn't that obvious? But no, we're not going home. I want to see whose parents are so powerful that they even chase after us to the school. Miss Tong, please call the other party's parents and tell them not to always bully children. It's not good."

Looking at Jiang Fan with a kind face, Tong Yao's heart skipped a beat. This young uncle didn't seem as easy to talk to as he appeared.