Chapter 99: Thrown in the Trash Can

Though Assistant Chen was quite surprised, his refined and gentle face did not reveal a trace of it. He walked up to Lu Junhan and said with a courteous smile:

"Young Master Lu, as per your instructions a few days ago to acquire Hai City Kindergarten, I have completed the task. Here is the acquisition contract agreement for your review."

"Hai City Kindergarten?" Song Qingwan was stunned, "You bought Hai City Kindergarten?"

Hai City Kindergarten was the largest elite kindergarten in Hai City. Such kindergartens aren’t simply entered with money; parents must at least have some status in upper society to get their children in. Of course, the annual tuition fees are frighteningly high.

Unexpectedly, Lu Junhan, without a word, directly bought the whole kindergarten.

No surprise, the kindergarten Li Li was to attend should be this one.

After all, this brat Lu Junhan appears indifferent, as if he doesn’t care about anything, but in reality, he’s extremely controlling. There’s no way he’d send Li Li to a kindergarten not owned by the Lu Family.

The old man obviously figured it out too, and immediately his veins pulsed with rage, his eyes almost spitting fire! All that arguing with Song Qingwan was for nothing, it turns out this brat had already made up his mind!

Thinking of all the effort he wasted, the old man was furious yet had no way to deal with Lu Junhan, since he is the little girl’s father. So he had to back down and said:

"It’s not impossible for you to send this little girl to Hai City Kindergarten, but with our Lu Family, the grandness must be there, we can’t let people look down on us! So, on the first day of school, I’ll let five of my soldiers go with this little girl..."

"Dad!"

Song Qingwan couldn’t bear it any longer and erupted: "Li Li is going to school, not to war! Why bring people, and why soldiers, and five of them at that, what are you thinking? Blowing up the school?"

"What do you know!" The old man was also fuming, angrily saying, "This girl is so delicate, if she gets hurt, the bad luck might straight kill her! I think five is too few! In any case, since the kindergarten is bought, it’s perfect, no other kids need to enroll, just letting this girl have a whole kindergarten to herself seems quite good to me!"

"..."

Song Qingwan was at her wit’s end, she rubbed her forehead, trying to calm her irritated mood, attempting to convince the old man: "Well... Dad, I won’t fight with you, just recall how Lu Junhan the brat went to kindergarten for the first time..."

"I don’t care how he went!"

The old man frowned, impatiently said, "Anyway, I didn’t send him."

"Exactly!" Song Qingwan clapped her hands, took a deep breath and said, "That’s exactly what you said back then, let alone bringing bodyguards, you let him walk to kindergarten himself! It took more than half an hour, and nothing happened to him... Li Li is just in kindergarten, what could happen?"

The old man slammed the table and roared, "How is that the same? He’s a boy, and that girl is just a useless girl..."

"Then what about Lu Anran?"

Song Qingwan said: "She also walked to kindergarten, and Lu Anran was sickly since childhood, yet didn’t she complete three years of kindergarten in good health?"

"It’s different!"

"What’s different about it!" Song Qingwan glared at him, "Li Li is a girl, Lu Anran is too. I think you just feel sorry for your fish. Without Li Li, you probably won’t be able to..."

"Nonsense!"

The old man, unable to contain his rage, abruptly stood up from his seat, and Song Qingwan, intolerant, also stood up from her seat, "Who’s talking nonsense—"

Just then, the little girl, looking for candy, came over and inquired in her soft, childish voice:

"Auntie, Grandpa, my Tangtang is missing, have you seen my Tangtang?"

The old man and Song Qingwan were both in a fit of rage and could not be disturbed. Without looking up, they angrily said to the little girl:

"Your dad threw it in the trash can!"

After saying that, the two turned back and continued their heated argument.

Lu Junhan: "..."