The woman wouldn’t let up, charging forward relentlessly. The director, seeing the situation, hurried over to help block her.
This was Xavier Foster’s beloved—she couldn’t bear the responsibility if anything happened to his wife or son.
Regret crashed over her. She really should have called Mr. Fu immediately.
Little Niangao hadn’t cried before—not when Dou Dou hit him, not when he was called to the director’s office—but when he feared his mom might get hurt, the tears finally came.
A child’s piercing wails filled the room as his small hands tried to push Dou Dou away.
But the woman was truly quite large, and not even with the director’s help could they hold her back.
Her own child was bawling too. Chi Chi, worried that Little Niangao might be pushed down, reached to pull her son back.
Hearing her child sob, "Go away, go away!", her heart twisted painfully, a dull ache burning in her gut. Propping herself up on the table, she managed to pull her child back.
But the furious woman kept charging. She ignored her own crying boy.
The director's office was a cacophony of noise, and Duoduo’s father tried to intervene as well.
The woman kept swearing, yanking Little Niangao aside. "You little brat, out of my way!"
Chi Chi held her child’s arm tightly, pulling him back. She blamed herself now—she should’ve let Lao San (Old Third) come in with them.
She hadn’t wanted Lao San’s large, tattooed frame to frighten the kids in the kindergarten.
In the midst of chaos, a large hand suddenly clamped down on the woman’s neck and, with a sharp force, flung her across the room. With a loud crash, she landed amid two overturned tables.
Xavier Foster strode in, face dark with anger, his chest heaving—he hadn’t bothered with any reservations. He ordered Lao San to hold the woman down.
He stepped toward Chi Chi, and as he passed the director, his voice was icy: "I expect an explanation."
"Honey..." He wrapped his arm around Chi Chi’s waist, steadying her against his chest. "Are you alright?"
Chi Chi felt a dull ache in her stomach, but it wasn’t unbearable. "I’m fine. Let’s settle things first."
Little Niangao, seeing Daddy had come, immediately wrapped himself around his father’s leg. "Daddy, she’s a bad person—hic—she was trying to push Mommy. You can’t let her push Mommy!"
His wide eyes brimmed with tears, spilling over with every blink. Xavier Foster knelt down and scooped his son into his arms. "You did great, Niangao. Good boy, it’s alright now. Daddy will handle this."
After wiping his son's tears and soothing him, Xavier Foster turned to look at the woman, still sprawled on the floor.
The woman was stunned for a few seconds. Xavier Foster had acted despite her being a woman, but he hadn’t touched her child. Dou Dou, standing to the side, was completely shell-shocked.
At home, it was always the mother who called the shots. Even Dou Dou’s father didn’t dare raise his voice to her; he’d never seen his mother lose before—she always argued with an unstoppable air.
Now, as reality set in, the woman still didn’t get up. Instead, she sat on the floor and burst into loud tears.
"Is there no justice? I’m going to sue you! Look at the security cameras! Check the cameras! You’re in for jail time!"
"Oh, good idea—I want to see the footage, too," Xavier Foster sneered at her ignorance.
The security footage had already been called for. Chi Chi was about to check her own phone, when a staff member brought the surveillance video over.
Xavier Foster helped Chi Chi to the sofa, and soon the video was played on the computer. It was just as Little Niangao described.
Dou Dou had been the one to start it—Duoduo’s father glared at the woman, his anger plain to see.
Xavier Foster’s gaze only grew colder. "Can you even teach your son? Want me to give you some pointers?"
"Ha, mind your own kid. Mine’s none of your business," the woman retorted stubbornly, "Just goes to show—the fish rots from the head. Look at the mother, and now the father’s being violent."
Xavier Foster’s knuckles cracked as he clenched his hand, then in a flash, he seized her by the throat.
Her curses choked off abruptly. He hadn’t wanted to do this in front of children, but the woman was asking for it.
"L-let go... let..."
His hand tightened. The woman was left speechless. Duoduo’s dad took his frightened daughter and excused himself, clearly deeming this a scene unfit for children.
Little Niangao’s tears were gone; he stood next to his mother, staring at his father, eyes wide and unblinking.
He wasn’t afraid—Daddy was protecting him and Mommy.
"If you say one more word I don't want to hear, I’ll make you shut up my way."
Xavier Foster released her, wiped his fingers with a tissue from the table.
The woman began choking violently.
"M-Mr. Fu, about this..." the director tried to smooth things over. She’d thought this was just a little squabble between kids—she hadn’t expected it would escalate like this.
Xavier Foster shot her a cold look and she promptly shut her mouth.
"We’re leaving now. I don’t want to see kids like that in this kindergarten ever again."
"Yes, yes, you have my word—it will be handled..."
That woman’s family was newly rich, but compared to the real old money of the Fu clan, there was simply no contest.
And honestly, her conduct was embarrassing. Keeping the child enrolled would only invite more trouble.
"What?! Who do you think you are, saying my kid can’t come here? Are you nuts? Don’t even think about leaving!"
Clutching her throat, she lunged at them again, only for Lao San to grab her shoulders and pin her.
Xavier Foster was about to reply when Little Niangao suddenly called out in distress, "Daddy! Daddy! Mommy’s not feeling well!"
The pain in Chi Chi’s belly sharpened, the baby inside kicking hard. "Zhi... Zhiye..."
Xavier Foster hurried back to her. Her slender hand gripped his tightly; only then did he notice the cold sweat on her palm.
"Baby, does your tummy hurt?"
"Mm, it hurts." Chi Chi squeezed his hand, suppressing a wave of pain. "I think... I think I’m about to give birth."
"Don’t be scared, we’re heading to the hospital now." Xavier Foster bent to gather her up, calling out sharply, "Lao San, get the car!"
Lao San let go of the woman and dashed for the car.
Chi Chi clung to his shirt, panting, then managed, "What about Niangao?"
"Mommy," came their son's trembling voice. He could tell Mommy was in pain.
Xavier Foster slowed his pace. "Niangao, stick close to Daddy. We’re taking Mommy to the hospital."
"Okay."
Little Niangao grabbed the hem of his father’s coat, his tiny legs hustling to keep up.
Lao San opened the car door, and the three of them piled into the backseat.
Compared to the frantic panic when Little Niangao was born, this time, both parents were clearly much calmer.
But that didn’t make it hurt any less.
Chi Chi slumped weakly against Xavier Foster on the seat.
The most anxious was actually Little Niangao. He’d never seen his mother this uncomfortable before.
But he didn’t dare cry, afraid to make Mommy worry.
He sat quietly, clutching the fabric of her dress.
"Mommy... Mommy hurts."
Chi Chi endured another wave of pain, summoning a brave face as she pulled his tiny hand close.
"It’s your little sister who wants to come out. Don’t be scared—it only hurts a little bit."
Little Niangao shook his head—Mommy was clearly hurting a lot.
He blamed himself, thinking he hadn’t protected Mommy or his little sister. Guilt welled up in his small heart.
Many years later, people would say that the eldest young master of the Fu family, Fu Xingshu, was ruthless but fiercely protective of his own. Perhaps this was the seed that was planted in his heart on this very day.