webnovel Chapter 1256 - 1255: Lao Xie, You’re Dressed So Handsomely—I Thought You Were Going for a Blind Date at School_2
Chapter 1256 - 1255: Lao Xie, You’re Dressed So Handsomely—I Thought You Were Going for a Blind Date at School_2
"Your moss green sweater paired with trousers looks great, quite like your mommy’s taste." The man took a moment from his work to glance at Richard Shaw, giving a rare compliment.
Richard Shaw was instantly delighted, boasting, "Mom bought this outfit for me in Southeast Asia. She said the color of the sweater has a retro feel and goes with trousers for a scholarly look."
Richard Shaw admired himself from various angles, suddenly feeling quite confident in his fashion choices, deciding he’d wear a vest next time.
No one buying clothes for him, Casimir Shaw: "..."
The father and son both woke up early and stared at each other in the dining room without waking Leah.
When Leah woke up, it was past eight. She was momentarily confused and then suddenly recalled she needed to go to Thomas Shaw’s school today. She quickly got up, opened the door, and said through gritted teeth to Casimir Shaw, "Richard Shaw, why didn’t you wake me up? Thomas is going to be late for school."
Since Richard Shaw had already been late for school, he raised his pretty little face and smiled, "No rush, Mommy. We can’t make it to class anyway. It’s fine to be a bit late."
Casimir Shaw and his son had already finished breakfast. Seeing her awake, he looked over with his brown eyes and said in a deep voice, "No rush, there’s still time."
While speaking, the man phoned the hotel to have Leah’s breakfast delivered, then for the nth time ignored a call from the school principal urging them.
Even though they were going to school for a confrontation, they couldn’t afford to lose presence. After washing up, Leah applied a light makeup, a hint of blush to brighten her complexion, her fair and smooth skin glowing with health, her sharp and beautiful features enhanced with a favorite shade of abstinent orange lipstick. When she emerged, both the father and son were stunned.
Both felt that they were sure to win this confrontation.
"Does this trench coat look okay?" Leah didn’t bring many clothes to the Imperial City this time. The scabs on her knees and calves were still there, so she could only wear the one green long skirt she had brought. The skirt, richly vintage in color, paired with the light and flowing trench coat, exuded a lazy charm.
"Lovely, lovely, Mommy, we’re in matching outfits! My sweater is moss green too," Richard Shaw nodded vigorously like a little chick pecking rice, not forgetting to show off his outfit.
The man averted his slightly heated gaze and went to fetch Leah’s breakfast.
When the family of three drove to the school, it was already past nine, and the morning exercises had ended.
Leo Zane’s parents and grandpa, who had come to the school early to lodge complaints with the teachers, principal, and director, were already out of patience.
"What kind of family is this? The son gets into fights at such a young age, and the parents, knowing they need to come to school, still haven’t shown up. What kind of conduct is this family displaying?" Mrs. Zane fumed, having rearranged her important company meetings to be there.
Mr. Zane was continually on the phone, sweating with anxiety yet unable to leave.
"Keep waiting," Grandpa Zane ordered firmly, tapping his cane, instantly silencing the office. Even the principal didn’t dare to speak up.
Class teacher Ms. Wu was overjoyed when the phone, after numerous attempts, was finally answered, "It’s connected, the call’s connected."
"I’m sorry, Ms. Wu. I was delayed by some work earlier this morning. We’re already here and will be right over." A deep, sensual voice came through the phone void of emotion, unexpectedly increasing the pressure.
Ms. Wu’s tone softened immediately, looking at the Zane family members seething in the office, she said with a smile, "That’s alright, no problem. Shall I come out to meet you?"
"No need, thank you," the man replied simply before hanging up.
"See, what kind of attitude is that, what sort of manners?" Mrs. Zane expounded, as if holding onto undeniable proof.
Ms. Wu offered a wry smile of resignation, having endured two hours of complaints and grievances, her ears ready to fall off.
Earlier that morning, she had discreetly queried the principal about the background of Casimir Shaw, only for both to be at a loss. Living in the Imperial City all her life, Ms. Wu grew anxious; the fact that no one knew what Casimir Shaw’s parents did was peculiar.
Either they were leading extremely low-profile lives or involved in some undisclosable professions. Having seen Mr. Shaw before, Ms. Wu had an inkling it was the latter.
After all, the man was extraordinarily remarkable, even if he was doing his best to tone down his aura, his very presence was unsettling. Ms. Wu couldn’t shake the feeling that despite the Zane family’s imposing stance demanding answers, the end result might not be what they expected.
As Ms. Wu’s thoughts wandered, she saw the office door politely knocked three times, and a handsome, stern man appeared at the entrance holding the hand of a vibrant and fashionably dressed young boy. "Apologies for being late," he said in a deep tone.
Casimir Shaw not wanting to wake Leah was one thing, but he had also dealt with an urgent work matter that morning, ensuring his late arrival.
Everyone in the office — teachers, principals, parents, and the four scolded little boys — were taken aback.
"Why does this man look so familiar?"
"Why is Casimir Shaw’s dad so handsome?"
"Why does the boy who fought look so well-behaved and charming?"
Everyone had different thoughts.
"Why aren’t you going in?" Leah, her view blocked by the man’s broad and upright figure, squinted her beautiful peach blossom eyes in annoyance. She couldn’t be bothered to deal with Casimir Shaw and stroked Richard Shaw’s little head, leading him into the office.
The unexpected sight of Leah left everyone in the office stunned: "!!!"
Was this family’s genetic makeup defying logic?
"Hello, Principal Grandpa, Hello, Director Uncle, Hello, Ms. Wu, Hello, Ms. Fang..." Richard Shaw now holding his beautiful mommy’s hand, greeted the principal and teachers in the office, courteously and accurately addressing each one by their surname and position.
Leo Zane, who’d been beaten up, and his three underlings, who’d been wailing since entering the office, were instantly overshadowed.
The teachers representing the school all smiled with satisfaction; this was indeed the student schools were fighting over. So polite, so intelligent—a beacon of hope for the entire school.
Parents from all sides: "!!!"