Chapter 66: Lin Hongzhuo Fights, Xia Yan Intervenes

"I discovered that Xiaozhuo and Xiaozhe each have a notebook, densely filled with various problems..." Zhou Weimin's words made Xia Yan instantly understand.

She smiled gently, "Mr. Zhou, are you referring to mistake notebooks?"

"Mistake notebooks?"

"Yes, I've been helping both children with their studies lately. Both of them had some issues with their learning methods, especially when it came to problem-solving. With Xiaozhuo's mistake notebook, my main focus was to cultivate his patience—he always tries to be a bit too clever. As for Xiaozhe, I have him write down different problem-solving methods."

Zhou Weimin, enlightened, pushed his glasses up his nose. "Xiaozhuo's mother, your method is excellent. Starting this afternoon, I'll have every child prepare a mistake notebook, so they can develop good problem-solving habits."

The two continued exchanging educational ideas, with Zhou Weimin occasionally expressing his admiration. He found that Xia Yan's understanding of education was even deeper than his own, despite being a teacher. Some of her methods he’d never even heard of.

In the end, Zhou Weimin sighed, "A conversation with you is worth ten years of study. It's a pity you're not a teacher, Xiaozhuo's mother."

"You flatter me, Mr. Zhou. These are just some simple methods, hardly worth mentioning..."

Before Xia Yan could finish, the sound of children quarreling came from not far away. Her brow furrowed—the voice was unmistakably Lin Hongzhuo's.

Soon, a little girl came running over in a panic. "Mr. Zhou, something's wrong! Lin Hongzhuo and Liu Shengli are fighting!"

Hearing this, Zhou Weimin's expression changed at once, and he hurried off toward the commotion. "They were fine just a moment ago—how did they end up fighting?"

Worried that her child might be at a disadvantage, Xia Yan hurried to follow.

On the playground, the two boys were still tangled together, wrestling and taking swings at each other. A crowd of children surrounded them, all cheering for Lin Hongzhuo. Of course, a few timid ones, upon seeing Zhou Weimin approach, quickly shouted out, "Let's go! Qian Xiaohua just went to tell the teacher!"

When Xia Yan arrived, she saw Lin Hongzhuo straddling a boy about his own size, pulling at the boy's mouth. "I dare you to talk nonsense again! I'll tear your mouth apart!"

His own face didn't look much better—scratches streaked across his cheeks, and his clothes were torn, with cotton stuffing poking out.

"Enough! Both of you, stop right now." Zhou Weimin bellowed at the two boys on the ground, stepping forward to pull them apart.

As soon as they saw Zhou Weimin, both boys began to defend themselves.

"Mr. Zhou, Lin Hongzhuo started it!" Liu Shengli wiped his nose and pointed at Lin Hongzhuo.

"You called me names first! That's why I hit you!"

Xia Yan walked up to Lin Hongzhuo and gently dusted off his clothes. Seeing the bloody scratches on his face, her heart ached. "Xiaozhuo, tell mommy what happened."

Lin Hongzhuo pointed at Liu Shengli. "Liu Shengli said just now that his aunt ended up in the police station because of you, and called you a vixen, saying you go around seducing other men."

Xia Yan's brows knitted, her anger flaring. She hadn't expected a child so young to have such a venomous tongue.

Liu, police station—two clues, and Xia Yan immediately understood. This boy was related to Liu Xiuying. The Liu family truly was persistent and troublesome.

"Shengli! Where's my Shengli? What happened to his face? Who hit him?" A woman in her fifties came running over. Seeing the injury on Liu Shengli's face, her expression was full of distress.

"Grandma, it was Lin Hongzhuo who hit me."

"Lin Hongzhuo?"

The woman stood up and saw Xia Yan, who was also crouched down comforting her child. "So it's you—no wonder, you're from that vixen's family!"

"Who are you calling a vixen, old woman? If you dare insult my mom again, I'll fight you!" Lin Hongzhuo jumped up at once upon hearing his mother insulted.

"Oh, your mom? Your mom is dead! You're just a little bastard!"

The woman's words were even more venomous than Liu Shengli's. Xia Yan finally understood why Liu Shengli's mouth was so foul at such a young age—they'd learned it from the adults.

Lin Hongzhuo's eyes reddened at her words, and he struggled to rush at the woman, but Xia Yan managed to hold him back.

The next moment, a crisp slap rang out. The woman felt a burning pain on her cheek, and saw that Xia Yan had already stood and walked over.

The woman stared in disbelief. "You vixen, how dare you hit me? Fine, today I'll settle old and new scores together! You got my daughter thrown in jail, and now you hit me? I'll fight you!"

As the woman charged at her, Xia Yan sneered, stuck out her foot, and the woman went sprawling face-first into the dirt, mouth full of mud. "Fight me? I already pinned your daughter to the ground, and now you think you can teach me a lesson? Fight? Do you think you have what it takes?"

Before the woman could get up, Xia Yan kicked her again. "Your Liu family really is something—none of you have any sense, and the children you raise are just as foul-mouthed as the adults! If you can't teach them manners, I don't mind helping you out."

Liu Shengli froze in place, terrified by the coldness in Xia Yan's eyes as she turned to look at him.

The woman finally managed to get up, cursing, "You filthy whore, who do you think you are? Just because you look like a vixen, you think you can seduce anyone!"

"Looks like you haven't eaten enough dirt yet!"

Xia Yan advanced two steps, her face cold. The woman shrank back in fear, trembling, but her mouth remained defiant. "Vixen, I'm warning you, if you dare hit me again, I'll have my son smash your door in!"

"Oh? Your son? If he dares come, I'll have Lin You kick him out himself."

She wasn't joking—her man was the toughest there was; why would she fear the Lius?

Sure enough, at the mention of Lin You's name, the woman's bravado faded at once. Her son was no match for Lin You. "You... I'm warning you, this isn't over! Shengli, let's go."

"Leaving so soon? We'll set my affairs aside for now, but your grandson hit my son, and we haven't settled that yet. If you don't give me an explanation today, don't even think about leaving!"

Xia Yan stepped forward, her face dark and threatening.

The woman bristled again, pointing at Xia Yan, stammering, "You... what exactly do you want?"

Xia Yan gave a cold laugh. "What do I want? What do you think..."