Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 498 My Child Can't Be a Bad Student 4

The museum issue is a matter for later; their main task now is to get their child into junior high school.

After all, they had never heard of a science leader with a bachelor's degree.

However, when it comes to helping with homework, parents definitely can't do it themselves.

The reason is that they are all very busy with their regular jobs, which has absolutely nothing to do with high blood pressure.

Therefore, the two of them had to take time out of their schedules to interview professional education experts and tutors.

"Fortunately, we have the financial power."

At this moment, Ling Yi had only one thought.

If they were an ordinary family and didn't have the money to hire a tutor for Tang Cheng, they would have to tutor the child themselves...

She pressed her temple; just thinking about that scene made her blood pressure rise.

Looking at the professional team of nearly twenty people, Ling Yi, brimming with confidence, closed the folder and raised an eyebrow at the man opposite her: "See? With so many experts, this child's grades are sure to improve!"

No piece of rotten wood is truly beyond redemption, especially when his parents can afford dozens of teachers!

Tang Muxiao nodded, agreeing wholeheartedly: "I think these teachers are quite good too."

Anyway, they have a lot more experience teaching children than he does!

"Ms. Ling, I'm sorry to say I have to resign. I may not be able to take on the teaching duties at Tangcheng."

But the couple opened their champagne too early.

The next morning, Ling Yi received a resignation letter.

Her hands trembled slightly. After taking a tactical sip of milk, she asked, "Teacher Jia, is it because of the payment? I can pay more."

When the teacher uttered those two words, a hint of hesitation was clearly visible on her face, but in the end, she said, "I'm sorry..."

"It's because I'm not capable enough to provide Tang Cheng with a better experience."

Thinking of the student who had been chasing after him yesterday asking about Buddhism, asking "Teacher, do you know about Buddhist disciples?", "Teacher, do you want to follow me?", and "Teacher, we don't want to learn the foreigners' knowledge," he realized that there were some kinds of money he didn't really want to earn.

The sooner he resigns, the better. Otherwise, he might lose his status as a top-notch tutor because of this child, and he might never find a student willing to hire him as a high-end tutor again.

Thinking of the surprise the child had given him, Teacher Jia took out Tang Cheng's English test paper from yesterday's bag, ignoring the huge turtle on it: "This is Tang Cheng's test paper. I forgot to give it to him after grading it last night. Please do it for me."

Ling Yi lowered her eyes to look at the big turtle that was squinting at her, and her slightly trembling hands became like Parkinson's disease.

Very good, very good!

He behaves himself in front of those two people, but in the blink of an eye, he's not the same person anymore, right?

You little brat!

"The child is still young!" Tang Muxiao quickly grabbed Ling Yi and whispered, "We should focus on persuasion, we should prioritize persuasion!"

But can anyone tell him why a piece is missing from the solid wood stair railing?!

Tang Muxiao's eyebrows twitched uncontrollably, and he gritted his teeth: "Where's my staircase?"

I only got home early today; if it were a few hours later, I might not have been able to get upstairs!

Looking at the missing piece, the maid recalled the harrowing scene of him saving Lou Ti's life under Tang Cheng's clutches, swallowed hard, and whispered, "Young Master said this wood is good; he wants to take it to make beads!"

Tang Muxiao closed his eyes in despair.

So you didn't buy these beads; you made them one by one yourself!

If you put even a fraction of your effort into studying, I won't call your parents!

This 200-year-old antique villa, after numerous repairs, has finally lost its pristine condition.

At this moment, Tang Muxiao just wanted to slap this brat hard for the sake of cultural heritage!

Ling Yi crossed her arms and said quietly, "The child is still young, why are you arguing with him?"

They're just kids. So what if they break a few of your antiques or dismantle a few of your stairs?

What could he possibly know?

Tang Muxiao clenched his fists, deciding to be unreasonable: "I'm not that much bigger!"

He yanked his tie and stormed off toward the studio!

Inside, sawdust flew everywhere, and his underage son, like a seasoned master craftsman, was turning the staircase wood into beads.

Looking at the finished products, Tang Muxiao estimated that there would probably be dozens of people becoming the Buddha's subordinates.

The Buddha watched this scene with mixed feelings, and then took out his belt and looked at the smug Buddha disciple.

The child's screams came from inside the door, and Lingyi thoughtfully closed the door to prevent the child from disturbing others.

Behind her were still the same education team members.

They tried their best to describe Tang Cheng's daily schedule and subtly mentioned that the child was not very cooperative with the educational work, hoping to communicate with the parents.

Ling Yi: "..."

If I could communicate effectively, would I still need to hire you?

Considering your team's seven-figure monthly salary, do you think you should push this kind of trouble onto me?

Faced with her sharp gaze, the education experts pondered for a moment and said softly, "Perhaps we can try to help the child develop a love for learning by basing it on his interests?"

Ling Yi paused for a moment, then said, "You know what his hobbies are, right?"

The education expert paused for a moment: "...But we don't have any other options, do we?"

He used every trick in the book; if they were effective, he wouldn't have resorted to feudal superstition on a minor.

I don't know how this child was raised. He seems extremely unreliable, but his awareness of fraud prevention is incredibly strong.

No matter how much the education experts try to mislead us, we will never forget our original intention.

This level of skill is already far beyond what adults who pay for nude chats do.

Professor Zhen wiped the sweat from his forehead and said softly, "Perhaps, parents could also try to cater to their child's interests and make him feel loved?"

Ling Yi: "..."

If the experts really want to do this, then as a parent, she has no choice but to cooperate.

"You're making beads out of the stairs? Why don't you make beads out of my coffin?" The door opened again, and Tang Muxiao's slightly irritable voice came out.

Ling Yi paused, she had never heard this guy speak in this tone before in all these years.

Clearly, taking care of children can drive you crazy.

Clearing her throat, Ling Yi stepped forward and snatched the weapon from Tang Muxiao's hand, saying righteously, "The child is still young, how could you do this? What if you hurt him?"

The tall boy, standing at 1.8 meters, hid behind Ling Yi, glancing repeatedly at his still-angry father. Every time his father looked at him, he muttered under his breath, "That's right, you're being unreasonable."

Ling Yi: "..."

She shielded the child, almost shifting him to a safe distance, allowing Tang Cheng to experience the greatness of fatherly love once more.