Jun Feifei opened her mouth to say something, but Yue Qingqing promptly covered it.
"Let’s talk nicely, don’t move your lips."
With her mouth covered, Jun Feifei left with Yue Qingqing.
Qu Ruorui and Wei Rong also glared angrily at Zhuang Rouhui and said goodbye to Zhuang Lan.
The classmates looked at each other; they all felt that staying any longer was pointless.
They didn’t want to be in the same room as that wicked woman.
The TV had shown that wicked women liked to poison others, and there was a prince who was poisoned to death by one.
The children said their goodbyes one after another; the once lively birthday party became deserted after Zhuang Rouhui arrived.
In the blink of an eye, only Zhuang Lan was left.
Zhuang Lan casually took off his birthday crown and tossed it onto the table.
"I’m going back to my bedroom to study."
However, Zhuang Rouhui stopped him, seemingly giving advice affectionately, "Xiaolan, you have a bright future. Don’t play with these ill-mannered children. When you become successful in the future, these people will cling to you with old affections like bloodsucking mosquitoes, buzzing around you, impossible to drive away."
Zhuang Lan replied softly, "Mhm, I understand, Aunt."
Li Xiaoqin, worried that Zhuang Rouhui might lead her child astray, smiled obligingly at her sister-in-law while following her son to his bedroom.
She intended to realign her son’s thoughts.
But upon entering, she saw her own child completely unaffected, engrossedly reading the tutoring book that Yue Qingqing had just given.
Well, that was fine too.
Zhuang Rouhui, watching the backs of the mother and son, discontentedly said, "Brother, does Li Xiaoqin have a problem with me? I notice Xiaolan never seems close to me whenever he sees me."
Li Xiaoqin came from a modest background. Zhuang Rouhui thought she was already being generous not despising her, but what was with her attitude?
Zhuang Yuebin knew what was going on and verbally comforted Zhuang Rouhui.
"Those are all misunderstandings. Your sister-in-law often praises you at home, saying you are a virtuous helpmate to your husband. Xiaolan is just like that by nature; he doesn’t pay much attention to us parents either and only thinks about studying. I think he has what it takes to be a scientist in the future."
Zhuang Rouhui’s expression softened a bit, and she gently touched her earring with her pale fingertips.
She said proudly, "Your wife is not wrong. The master said that all of Fuhong’s achievements are due to the fortune I bring. There’s an international exhibition coming up, and Fuhong insists on taking me with him; otherwise, he won’t feel at ease."
Zhuang Yuebin had grown accustomed to Zhuang Rouhui’s vanity since childhood, and he couldn’t entirely blame her either.
It was their mother who raised Zhuang Rouhui this way.
His wife often said that it was fortunate Zhuang Yuebin had been raised by the old man of the house; otherwise, he might have turned out crooked too.
Whenever this was mentioned, Zhuang Yuebin would just give a symbolic glare, but he deeply agreed.
On the other side, Yue Qingqing was still lecturing Jun Feifei about her near slip-up.
For a moment of anger, it wasn’t worth getting involved with oneself; had she forgotten how those two people died, as reported in the news?
Jun Feifei glanced at Yue Qingqing, a little aggrieved, as if saying that she did it all for her, ungrateful person.
Yue Qingqing had to smooth things over with the young girl. "Sometimes you’re too impulsive, and to be honest, this kind of temperament can easily attract trouble. Even without the Curse Technique by Words, you could easily commit verbal sins, you need to be more careful."
Suddenly, Jun Feifei’s eyes widened as if she remembered something, and she blinked frantically, looking as if she had a lot to say.
At that moment, Qu Ruorui and Wei Rong also came out, and Yue Qingqing quickly asked them, "Do you have paper and pen with you?"
Qu Ruorui took out a drawing book and colored pens from the small bag she carried.
"Perfect!" Yue Qingqing handed it over to Jun Feifei, "Write down everything you want to say."
Jun Feifei nodded repeatedly, more serious than when writing an essay for an exam.