At the school entrance, children who had said goodbye to their parents filed inside in orderly fashion. Some parents stopped outside the gate, chatting with other parents they knew who were on gate duty.
"Remember to greet your teacher!"
Pingjing rubbed the child's little head. She always felt as though she could never rub it enough. It was a truly novel feeling.
The child quickly reached the teacher.
Lin Feng stepped forward and said, "Teacher Wuque, we'll be counting on you to look after our child today as well."
"It's only right." The teacher smiled faintly. She did not say much before taking the child's hand and leading them inside.
Pingjing walked over and listened to her husband's complaining tone. "Wuque is still as taciturn as ever."
Pingjing said indifferently, "What, are you hoping to become one of those fathers who linger after school to chat with other mothers or the young female teachers? Teacher Wuque really is a great beauty, too!"
"...I just feel that Teacher Wuque isn't that young anymore. Don't we have a few single brothers in the office?" Her husband pressed Pingjing's shoulders and coaxed her. "Do you have any excellent male teachers at the university? You could introduce one to her. If our child's homeroom teacher became her partner, our child would have an easier time at school, wouldn't they?"
Pingjing rolled her eyes and pinched her husband's ear. "I'm not interested in being a matchmaker. She isn't in a hurry, so why are you?"
"Give me a little face?" Her husband pleaded in a low voice. "You're going to be late. I'll take you to the university... I'll go bring the car around!"
And off he went.
Watching her husband hurry away in disarray, the corners of Pingjing's lips lifted. The wife wielded a