The Villain’s Mother - Chapter 162

Chapter 162 – Could this woman be Song Tingshen’s first love? (2)

Teacher Wang was very surprised by how well the four year old kid could express himself. “It looks like you’re smarter than your dad. But, you have to work harder than your dad in the future.”

“I’m not as smart as dad,” Little Wang solemnly corrected, “The things I don’t know, dad already knows them. Dad is the most amazing.”

One of the people on the side sighed. “He’s worthy of being the top student’s son…”

“When your dad was in school, he would use a flashlight to continue reading after the lights were turned off in the dorms,” Teacher Wang slowly said, “Whether it was summer or winter, he was always the first to arrive in the classroom to study.”

Little Wang didn’t understand what Teacher Wang was saying at all, so he only asked, “Flashlight? Why didn’t he turn on the light? There are so many lights at home.”

Ruan Xia had learned a lot about Song Tingshen when he was young from the mouth of others in the past few days. He was poor, but his willpower was out of the ordinary. She felt like she could see the past him, that cold youth with excellent self-control, when she looked at the present him.

The more she knew about him, the more she understood that his success was the result of so much effort and hardwork.

Her image of him was becoming increasingly three-dimensional. Ruan Xia glanced at Song Tingshen and rejoiced over the decision she had made when she transmigrated here. He was such a wonderful person and had suffered so much. If she had done nothing and let him die an early death, that really would have been too bad. The author was too much. Song Tingshen was such an amazing person. How could the author kill him off?

Just when the meal portion of the celebration was about to start, a late female guest came.

She was wearing professional attire and looked very capable and experienced. Her hair was cut short, but her facial features were gentle. Although there were clear contradictions to her temperament, the overall effect was harmonious. It was evident that she had rushed over here from how she was still holding a notebook.

Ruan Xia noticed that when the woman saw Song Tingshen, her gaze lingered on him much longer than when she looked at other people. That woman was also having a hard time concealing her complicated emotions.

Could this woman be Song Tingshen’s first love?

Ruan Xia mulled over this thought while drinking orange juice. However, when she looked at Song Tingshen’s expression… She didn’t see any clue that would confirm her guess. Of course, his expression was always very calm, so she couldn’t use his expression as a reference.

“Ye Xuan, you’re the last one here. Your punishment is three cups of wine!”

“Yeah, even though we all know that you’re a super busy person, today is special. You’re late to Teacher Wang’s birthday celebration. We’re being merciful by only requiring three cups of wine as punishment.”

Ye Xuan, who Ruan Xia had suspected was Song Tingshen’s first love, straightforwardly drank three cups of fruit wine. “I really can’t drink too much today. I still have a video conference with a client this evening. I can’t lose face by looking like a drunkard in front of Americans, right?”

“We’ll let you off today then.”

Ye Xuan looked at Song Tingshen and calmly smiled. “I didn’t expect to see the class monitor today. It’s really an unexpected gain. It’s been so long since we’ve last seen each other.”

“That doesn’t sound right. It’s one thing if we don’t stay in touch with the class monitor, but even you didn’t? You guys were so compatible back then. One was a class monitor, and the other was the representative of the English class. You guys even co-produced the newspaper articles posted on the blackboard and frequently got first place in our grade for it.”

Ruan Xia thought; their relationship really wasn’t shallow. Since the title of class monitors and representatives of the English class had existed, they’ve been an official pairing on campuses. She had seen plenty of that pairing herself.