The kindergarten teacher rushed over to stop the fight as soon as she saw it. Every child here was precious. She didn’t dare to criticize any of them.
But now, Oliver had beaten up little chubby so badly that he was bruised and swollen. The teacher grabbed Oliver’s hand from behind.
“Stop it, Oliver!”
“Baby, please don’t fight. You’re classmates and you need to get along.”
Meanwhile, Fatty sat on the ground crying loudly with tears and snot streaming down his face. He sniffled and sucked back his runny nose in a comical way.
Even though he looked like a pig’s head after being beaten up by Oliver, he still tried to provoke him by shouting insults about his mother. “Oliver! You only hit me because your mom is an ugly freak!”
Oliver had stopped fighting but when he heard this insult about his mother again, he broke free from the teacher’s grip like an angry beast.
He charged towards Fatty and punched him in the face again. “If you insult my mommy one more time, I’ll kill you!”
Although this little guy was less than four years old with a small frame of stature; there was something fierce about him that made people tremble in fear.
At the same time outside of the classroom door where parents were waiting they became anxious upon hearing noises inside.
“Oh no! Someone is fighting! We need help!”
“I hope my son isn’t getting hurt; he was born premature so his health isn’t good.”
“This kindergarten charges so much money every year yet they can’t even guarantee students safety? It’s not worth it at all.”
Suddenly among these voices one woman wearing a black dress noticed her crying baby boy sitting on the ground amidst all of this chaos.
She immediately became furious regardless of any rules or regulations for entering into classrooms she pushed open the door without hesitation.
“Stop hitting my son, you bastard!” She shouted while grabbing onto Oliver’s collar, lifting him off of Chubby before throwing him down onto the floor with forceful impact sound.
But she wasn’t done yet; Turning around, she slapped Oliver across his delicate face leaving behind red marks on skin surface while yelling coldly, “Who do you think you are? How dare you hit my precious baby boy?”
Oliver didn’t back down; when this woman prepared herself for another strike against him, he pounced forward suddenly, biting her hand fiercely with all strength within himself.
The pain on the back of her hand enraged the woman once again, and this time she wanted to hit Oliver with her own purse, which was a limited edition from Chanel. The purse had many metal studs on it, some of which were sharp enough to leave bruises if they hit a child’s delicate skin.
The female teacher tried to intervene but was stopped by the fat woman’s glare. “What kind of teacher are you? You see students fighting and don’t even try to stop them. Are you helping this little brat bully my son?”
The innocent teacher wanted to refute but was stunned by the fat woman’s actions. She really intended to use her purse to smash Oliver’s head. Sasha, who stood behind Oliver, had never seen such a scene before and burst into tears.
As Oliver was about to be hit, the chubby boy danced with joy and shouted. “Beat her up! How dare him bully me!”
Just as everyone felt sorry for that handsome little boy in a critical moment, a clear voice came from the door. “Stop!”
Immediately after that came a breaking sound as a silver needle pierced through the air at lightning speed towards the woman’s wrist.
Clang!
Just as she raised her hand ready for another strike, she suddenly felt pain in her wrist where there was now an extra needle embedded in it. Her whole arm began tingling and feeling weak.
In no time at all, her bag fell to the ground and a muffled sound came.
When Oliver saw the needle on the chubby woman’s wrist, he knew that Mommy had arrived. His black eyes lit up with excitement as he looked towards the entrance.
Amidst the chaotic crowd, a slender and graceful figure dressed in white slowly approached. The young girl had long, wavy hair cascading behind her like seaweed, accentuating her slender waist.
As she walked gracefully, her rosy cheeks bloomed like flowers, and her long lashes concealed the coldness in her eyes. Her bright red lips were as vibrant as blooming plum blossoms in March, exuding a charming allure.
No matter where she went, whenever she appeared, she would become the most dazzling and eye-catching presence in the crowd!
Cheyenne naturally noticed Oliver sitting on ground with palm prints still visible on his face, immediately grew heartbroken, wishing nothing more than want to rip apart this fat woman standing before them right then and there.
She walked slowly towards the fat woman while asking coldly. “Which hand?”
This young girl looked too beautiful for words – appearing no older than twenty years old – yet emanating an aura so fierce it made people feel afraid deep inside themselves.
“Who are you? What business is it of yours if I teach this little bastard lesson?”
“Oliver, tell her who I am.”
“Mommy.”
Oliver quickly climbed up from the ground, lowered his little head, and walked over to Cheyenne. His dirty little hand tightly grasped his mother’s hand.
Although he was a precocious child, Oliver was only four years old. When he was bullied, he would feel pain and seek comfort from his mother.
The people around were so shocked that their jaws dropped. The young girl in front of them looked like a college student, but she turned out to be this child’s mother!
The other children in the kindergarten couldn’t take their eyes off her. They didn’t believe Sasha when she said Oliver’s mother was beautiful, but now they knew it was true.
Oliver’s mother looked like a fairy, no, even more beautiful than a fairy!
The obese mother and son felt fear in the presence of this girl, but the mother calculated her chances of winning.
Suddenly, she gained confidence and raised her head to accuse Cheyenne first, “This is the ‘well-behaved’ son you’ve raised, daring to hit people. Look at what he has done to my baby!”
Upon hearing this, Cheyenne lowered her gaze and glanced at the chubby boy.
And then she burst into laughter.
She was already stunningly beautiful, and this laughter was like a scene of blooming flowers. Her red lips parted, and the words she uttered were unbelievable.
“Oliver, did you hit him?”
Oliver knew that hitting someone was wrong. He bit his lip, lowered his head, and mumbled, “Yes, I hit him.”
“Just listen to him, your son admits to hitting mine. You, as his parent, don’t even bother to discipline him. You have no sense of parenting!”
Thinking she had the upper hand, the obese woman proudly spoke.
Cheyenne took a deep breath, and two dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth, sweet and charming.
“Ma’ma, you’re right. There is indeed a lack of discipline in my family. Now, I will teach my son how to hit someone properly!”
“Smack!”