Chapter 2108: Chapter 2109: The First Wife Who Left with Nothing 28

Zhang Yu stared at the two people in front of her and froze.

Especially just now, the way Han Xue looked at her was downright vicious, as if she wished Zhang Yu would disappear on the spot. How come she was suddenly smiling at her now?

Something was off, there was definitely something off here. Zhang Yu couldn’t help but raise her guard and kept her distance from Han Xue.

She was worried Han Xue would suddenly pretend to fall and then blame it on her. Even though she knew the latter probably wouldn’t do something that stupid, what if this idiot’s brain short‑circuited for a second and she really pulled that stunt?

Han Xue was proud by nature; being able to squeeze out even a faint smile was already her limit. She turned straight to Lin Yu and signaled him to speak.

"Uh, I just saw you two and suddenly remembered school is about to start. I was wondering where Xiao Xuan is going to study."

"At a school near home." Zhang Yu absolutely wasn’t going to say the school’s name.

A school near home? That answer was basically the same as saying nothing. Lin Yu frowned. "You can’t say the exact name of the school?"

Seriously, was this something that needed to be kept secret? Lin Yu felt Zhang Yu was just petty.

"I don’t think it’s necessary." Zhang Yu had no intention of telling them the name of the school, precisely to prevent Lin Yu and his woman from stirring up any trouble.

"I don’t know how many times I told you what school he goes to and what grade he’s in. You never remembered. Since you don’t remember anyway, what’s the point of telling you?"

"At least the next time someone says to me that Lin Yu doesn’t even know what school his son goes to or what grade he’s in, I won’t be so hurt." Zhang Yu bluntly brought up the idiotic things a certain someone had done in the past.

Hearing Zhang Yu say that, and seeing how furious she looked, put Han Xue in a very good mood. Lin Yu didn’t remember his son’s school, didn’t remember his son’s grade—wasn’t that the perfect snapshot of how cold their father‑son relationship was?

She was delighted, really delighted. Some things didn’t need her to interfere at all; their relationship was already a mess. Perfect. She didn’t even need to work on an "evil stepmother" persona—their father‑son bond was already in terrible shape.

Lin Yu hadn’t expected Zhang Yu to bring this up right in front of their son. How was he supposed not to get mad? "Hey, Zhang Yu, how can you talk nonsense in front of the kid?"

Calling her a liar? Zhang Yu actually laughed. "You’re saying I’m talking nonsense?"

"Fine, then tell me what grade your son is in." This kind of slander absolutely could not be indulged; Zhang Yu went at it without hesitation.

Ahhh, what the hell, what the hell? Lin Yu really hadn’t expected Zhang Yu to take this so seriously.

Lin Zixuan had actually known for a long time that his old man had no idea what grade he was in, he’d just never said anything, afraid that if Zhang Yu found out, she’d be hurt.

He hadn’t thought that, in order not to upset the other, he and his mom had ended up hiding the same thing from each other.

Now that things had been put this bluntly, he couldn’t back down. Luckily he still remembered his son’s date of birth. "He’s starting seventh grade this year, right?"

"Is he starting seventh grade or eighth grade in September?" Zhang Yu wasn’t going to just let him muddle through. It was August right now—this answer was the definition of hedging his bets.

Ahhh. Lin Yu had thought his answer was perfectly fine, but who would have thought Zhang Yu would insist on pinning it down. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

After thinking for a bit, "He’ll be in seventh grade after school starts." He ran the numbers in his head again. "Yeah, seventh grade," he added, convinced this time he couldn’t be wrong.

"You sure?" Zhang Yu asked again.

At that, Lin Yu hesitated. Then he thought it over and decided he hadn’t miscalculated. "In September, when school starts, it’s seventh grade."

Hah, almost let Zhang Yu trip him up. Lin Yu told himself there was no way he was going to let her throw him off.

Zhang Yu looked at Lin Yu’s smug expression, like he was oh‑so‑clever and definitely wouldn’t fall for it, and couldn’t help finding it funny.

She turned to Lin Zixuan standing beside her. "Son, you tell him what grade you’ll be in when school starts in September."

"When school starts in September, I’ll be in ninth grade." Lin Zixuan said calmly, without a trace of hurt on his face.

What? Ninth grade in September? Lin Yu couldn’t accept that. "How could it be ninth grade?"

He was sure he hadn’t miscalculated. "With Xiao Xuan’s age, he should be starting seventh grade."

"He didn’t start elementary school at seven." That was why he’d been so certain.

"Right, he started first grade at eight." Zhang Yu nodded. "But you don’t remember that he skipped grades in elementary school."

"After the first semester of first grade, he didn’t go into second grade, he went straight into third."

"And after one year in third grade, he skipped straight to fifth." Skipping grades wasn’t an everyday thing, especially skipping twice and still keeping up with the learning pace, with grades at the top of the class. That was a big deal anywhere; any parent would remember it, right?

But then there was a father like Lin Yu, who somehow managed not to remember at all.

Ahhhh, skipped grades? Lin Yu was stunned. He had genuinely never even considered the possibility that his son had skipped grades. His face went suddenly, deathly pale.

With Zhang Yu’s reminder, it finally came back to him. "Son, I, I..."

"It’s fine, you were busy with work after all." When he was little, he’d been hurt by it—realizing that in his father’s eyes, work was more important than he was.

But now he was already a young man, long past the age of getting upset over something like this. No need, really no need.

"Dad, it’s okay that you don’t remember what grade I’m in." Lin Zixuan said generously. "You should focus on your next kid."

"You can’t make the same mistake twice."

Hearing her son’s mischievous words, Zhang Yu couldn’t help bursting out laughing. The child in Han Xue’s belly wasn’t even Lin Yu’s, and he was telling Lin Yu to pay more attention? Wasn’t that basically trying to drive the man crazy?

Pay more attention to the baby in Han Xue’s belly? Lin Yu was badly rattled by his son’s words, yet he couldn’t show it—he had to rely on Han Xue now. "Don’t worry, I definitely will."

"Before, I was too busy with work and just couldn’t take care of the family." Hah, back then his son was great—obedient, sensible, very attached to his old man.

But look at the kid’s reaction now. Was there any trace of a father in his eyes?

There was definitely someone driving a wedge between them. Otherwise how could their father‑son relationship have become like this?

He’d originally thought Zhang Yu was better than Han Xue, but now it seemed she wasn’t much different. Hmph. When he first heard about his son skipping grades, he’d actually thought that once his son graduated from college, he’d look after him a bit. The kid was smart—having such a son gave him face.

Now though, he wasn’t even considering it. The kid was on Zhang Yu’s side and clearly had no affection for his old man. Why should he bother investing in him?

He wasn’t about to throw resources at his son only for Zhang Yu to be the one enjoying the payoff when the boy succeeded. Losing‑money deals like that were absolutely off the table—he never did business at a loss.