Chapter 1183 - 795: Jade-like Figure on the Boulevard, A Peerless Young Lord

"This one was raised but not taught by his mother. I don’t think you’re talking about Xiao Ang."

The office door, which had been half-shut, was pushed open, and Su Xiaomeng walked straight in.

The violin teacher was stunned when she saw Su Xiaomeng as well. "Madam, you..."

If she said again that she was Xiao Ang’s friend, this violin teacher really would feel that Su Xiaomeng was treating people like monkeys for fun.

"Teacher, I’m the mother of Yin Huaiyu, student of piano teacher Mr. Ke. Huaiyu and Xiao Ang know each other. At first I didn’t plan on meddling in other people’s business, but as I was passing by outside I accidentally heard someone in here bullying a five-year-old child just because their perfect little family of three happens to be present... I really couldn’t stomach it, so I came in. Before Xiao Ang’s Dad gets here, I think I’m at least capable of standing up for this child."

Xiao Meng spoke without the slightest hint of asking for anyone’s opinion, completely ignoring what the teacher or Yu Xiao’s family might think. She walked straight over to Xiao Xiaoang, pulled him up, sat herself down on the sofa, then tugged Xiao Ang to sit on her lap.

Xiao Meng held Xiao Ang, just like Yu Xiao’s mother sitting opposite was holding Yu Xiao.

Xiao Xiaoang’s butt squirmed; he seemed a bit unused to it... Xiao Meng laughed. "What’s wrong? You don’t like being held?"

"Mm... it’s weird... I’m not a girl..."

Xiao Xiaoang muttered.

Su Xiaomeng hurriedly said, "Hey, this isn’t some privilege only girls get. Xiao Ang is so adorable. Sure, a bit naughty and mischievous, but who isn’t a baby? Who doesn’t deserve to be loved?"

"..."

Xiao Xiaoang stopped moving. He just felt his little chest, his heart, suddenly start thumping wildly, and his handsome little face flushed all the way to the backs of his ears.

"Unbelievable. Someone sticking their nose this far into other people’s business—really is rare enough to leave you speechless..."

"That makes you speechless? I actually think Dad and Mom here look quite respectable, like educated people. Yet the kid they raised talks nonsense, has no manners, no upbringing, no good qualities, but is real good at throwing his weight around... isn’t that even more speechless?"

Su Xiaomeng murmured, holding Xiao Xiaoang’s small hand, noticing the calluses on his fingertips from plucking strings.

Maybe even though this isn’t the instrument he himself likes... he’s still been practicing very hard.

This kid just has a stubborn temper, but he works really hard. He’s the type who won’t show what’s in his heart, who won’t explain even when misunderstood. Where did that temperament come from... from his Dad?

"Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? My child has been polite since he was little, he gets along great with his classmates and friends. What do you mean ’throwing his weight around’? If it weren’t for me and his Dad being here, who knows what that brat surnamed Xiao would have beaten my son into!"

"Tsk... now that’s a problem. Good thing I’m not Xiao Ang’s parents, otherwise... this mess would be a lot harder to sort out." Su Xiaomeng pulled a distressed face, lifted her brows, and said, "As far as I’m concerned, Xiao Ang hitting your son wasn’t wrong at all."

The moment she said that, even the violin teacher sucked in a breath of cold air, and quickly stepped forward to say to Su Xiaomeng,

"Madam, isn’t your son taking an exam today? You really shouldn’t waste time here."

Su Xiaomeng raised her hand to signal the violin teacher to shut up.

The violin teacher instantly felt caught in the middle. Piano teacher Mr. Ke’s student, Yin Huaiyu—everyone in the whole art center knew how remarkable that child was. Only seven, already about to take the Level 10 piano exam; if he passes, he’ll basically break the record for the youngest to pass Level 10.

The child’s talent on the piano is extraordinary, and his family background is hard not to be gossiped about. This Madam in front of her... says she’s Yin Huaiyu’s mother, which means she’s the CEO’s wife of the Yin Group.

She really isn’t someone a little violin teacher like her can afford to offend.

"Teacher, stay out of it. Let this woman talk!"

"A Little Demon without a mother... a kid who can say that kind of thing, doesn’t he deserve a beating? If his parents can’t bring themselves to hit him, then society will just have to do it for them."

"But he really doesn’t have a mother! And look at that blood-red birthmark on his forehead! Only the monsters on TV have a birthmark like that at the center of their eyebrows!"

Yu Xiao’s voice suddenly went up a pitch and he shouted.

Xiao Xiaoang pressed his lips tightly together and, on instinct, reached to touch the mark between his brows...

Su Xiaomeng’s heart clenched. She couldn’t help thinking—if Little Treasure were still alive, if Little Treasure had grown this big, and if someone pointed at the birthmark between Little Treasure’s brows and called Little Treasure a demon... how awful would Little Treasure feel inside?