Pampered by the Rich: Wife Smashes Him on the Head

Chapter 68 Xiao Chengcheng is the Boss

Chapter 68 Xiao Chengcheng is the Boss

The chubby boy happily finished his grilled sausage and then started doing his homework seriously. Actually, they didn't have much homework, just Chinese and math.

In Chinese, you need to write five new characters ten times each, while in math it's just a page of arithmetic problems.

His mother hasn't come to pick him up yet, so he uses the time to quickly finish his homework. Once he finishes one math assignment, he starts copying another.

So when Lu Qianqian arrived, the chubby boy had already finished his math homework and was writing new Chinese characters.

"Xiao Chengcheng!" Lu Qianqian saw him when she reached the classroom door and was about to call out twice, waiting for Rong Zhecheng to run out on his own.

As a result, the other person was too arrogant and completely ignored her.

Lu Qianqian patiently sat down in the seat in front of him. Seeing that he looked listless, she asked, "What's wrong? Are you tired on your first day of class?"

Rong Zhecheng simply hid his head and continued sleeping.

Lu Qianqian: "..."

With a sigh, she had the whiteboard come over and carry him away. She then grabbed the homework and schoolbag from the desk and left, saying goodbye to the chubby boy next to her, "Chubby boy, Auntie's going now."

She never expected that the chubby boy would be in the same class as Rong Zhecheng.

"Goodbye, Grandma." The chubby boy paused for a moment, then waved and said.

Lu Qianqian almost slipped. She was about to say something when she saw the chubby boy's mother, so she turned around and left.

In the car, Rong Zhecheng lay flat on his back and fell fast asleep with his head resting on Lu Qianqian's lap.

Lu Qianqian simply couldn't understand how someone could be so tired after a day of classes. She opened her textbook and looked at it, only to find that she hadn't taken any notes at all!

He then opened his homework again, and was dumbfounded. He silently put the homework away.

That evening, after the family finished dinner, Lu Qianqian approached Rong Changqing and asked, "Will Xiao Chengcheng fall behind if he goes straight to second grade?"

After finishing his meal, Rong Changqing went to the terrace to digest. Seeing Lu Qianqian showing such concern for Rong Zhecheng for the first time, and with such a cute nickname, his gaze softened: "No, Jiuwan said that he can study for five years after the previous test."

"Huh?" Lu Qianqian was incredulous and really didn't know whether she should tell Rong Changqing about the notebook.

"What's wrong?" Seeing that she hesitated, Rong Changqing asked again, "Is there something you need?"

"This..." Lu Qianqian thought for a moment and decided to talk to Rong Changqing about it, since it concerned their child's education. "When I picked him up today, I flipped through his math textbook. It was all simple arithmetic problems and multiplication tables, but..."

"But what?"

"None of them are correct."

"..."

Lu Qianqian quickly grabbed him: "You can't hit people."

Rong Changqing shook his head: "I'm not that kind of parent."

"Then you can't say I told you!" Otherwise, the mother-son relationship will break down, and who will she cry to?

Rong Changqing simply grabbed her hand and pulled her along, saying, "No, we won't."

Hearing his assurance, Lu Qianqian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

When Rong Zhecheng returned, he had a good nap on the way back. Now he was full of energy and pestered Qi Tiao to start playing computer games.

Rong Changqing dragged him straight back to his room and asked, "Why aren't you doing your homework?"

Rong Zhecheng rolled his eyes and replied, "I'm done."

"Hmm, let me see." Rong Changqing reached out to ask for it, while Lu Qianqian sat down next to him without saying a word.

She had to be wary of Rong Changqing suddenly disciplining the child or revealing her secret.

I'm so tired.

Rong Zhecheng casually handed him the workbook: "This is the math homework. I've finished the Chinese homework, and I left it in my desk."

Rong Changqing took the notebook, flipped through it casually, glanced at it, and then closed the notebook.

Lu Qianqian was extremely frightened and on high alert, fearing that Rong Changqing would suddenly beat the child.

Then, his voice slowly rang out as he said to Rong Zhecheng, "I'll test you."

Although Rong Zhecheng was unhappy, he couldn't refuse: "Okay."

What is 7 multiplied by 5?

"35."

What is 35 multiplied by 5?

"175."

What is 175 multiplied by 35?

Rong Zhecheng didn't answer so quickly this time, and thought for a few seconds before replying: "6125".

Lu Qianqian stared in astonishment at the calculator in her hand; the answer was completely correct!

She couldn't even do four-digit calculations in her head, yet Rong Zhecheng is so good at mental arithmetic at such a young age?

Rong Changqing then tossed the homework book to Rong Zhecheng: "Here, correct your mistakes yourself. If you're going to ask someone to do your homework, you should at least find someone with a higher accuracy rate!"

After saying that, he led the dumbfounded Lu Qianqian out of the room.

Rong Zhecheng: "..."

He immediately opened the notebook, and after just one glance, he understood everything.

Completely wrong!

How does the chubby boy learn math?

It seems I need to train him a bit more, otherwise how will I help him with his homework?

……

"So Xiao Chengcheng was looking for someone to do his homework?" Lu Qianqian thought back to when she picked him up today, the chubby boy was sitting next to her, writing furiously.

So the helper was right there.

She's already in second grade, and her math is still so bad; she really needs some extra help.

“That kid is shrewd.” Rong Changqing knows his son very well. “Don’t be lazy when he comes back. He’s probably just bored with a day at school. He’ll get used to it.”

Suddenly, Lu Qianqian looked at him with a resentful expression.

Rong Changqing was startled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Then why didn't you tell me before?" She worried for so long for nothing, and her blood pressure even went up!

Rong Changqing felt very innocent: "I told you, I won't hit him, and I won't expose you."

Lu Qianqian sounded even more resentful, and said in a coquettish voice, "Is that what I meant?"

"Isn't it?" Rong Changqing feigned ignorance, "Then what is it?"

Lu Qianqian was furious and turned to leave: "I'm not saying anything more!"

Rong Changqing reached out and pulled her back into his arms, stopping teasing her: "I know you're worried about our son, afraid I'll hit him."

Lu Qianqian blushed, but said nothing more.

She owed Rong Changqing a debt, as it caused him to have only this one child in his life, so naturally she had to treat him well.

"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of father who would beat his son," Rong Changqing assured him repeatedly. "And I won't beat my wife either."

Lu Qianqian: "..." Why are you dragging her into this all of a sudden?

“Starting tomorrow, you can take our son to and from school. I’ll get Jiuwan over there to Rong’s company to help me out.” Rong Changqing decided to create more time for Lu Qianqian and Rong Zhecheng to spend together.

Lu Qianqian naturally understood this and nodded: "Okay, I'll take him to eat at that steamed bun shop next to the school tomorrow morning. I heard it's delicious."

Rong Changqing's gaze softened, and he chuckled softly, pinching her nose with his hand: "You glutton."