Forced Pampering: Haughty Husband, Please Restrain Yourself

Wang Xia entered the primary school and saw a sheet of A4 paper on the door of the office on the east side of the first floor, which had "Admissions Office" written on it, so she pulled Hairong along and walked over.

Upon pushing the door open, there was only a young teacher inside, without the bustling scene that was rumored at primary school registration areas. Wang Xia thought to herself, coming to the school of the Guard Team was indeed a good decision.

"Hello, is this where we register our child?" Wang Xia asked politely.

The number of accompanying families in the Guard Team was limited, so the school only admitted a few children each year, with each class having about a dozen kids. Huang Xiaoyu, as the new class teacher for the next semester, was responsible for recording the registration on this day.

The simple admission instructions were already posted on the bulletin board in advance, and by early morning, most registration was done. Huang Xiaoyu was sorting through the list of registered children when she heard a voice and looked up to see a woman she didn’t recognize standing with a child at the door, "Yes, are you here for registration?"

Although the Nan’an Guard Team is large, the family housing is concentrated in one area, and there aren’t many accompanying families. Especially since Huang Xiaoyu is a teacher at the primary school here, any family member seeing her would politely call her Teacher Huang.

Therefore, she had a rough idea about the family members.

Clearly, she was meeting this mother and son for the first time.

"Yes, this is our registration material," Wang Xia handed over the prepared registration materials.

Huang Xiaoyu took the materials and glanced at them.

"Hairong," Huang Xiaoyu murmured softly. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

No wonder she hadn’t seen this mother and son before. From the materials, she knew there was an exception among the students admitted this time — this child wasn’t from the Guard Team, but the child of a martyr. Although she didn’t know why the martyr’s child was attending the primary school, she held a deep respect for martyrs.

After registration, Huang Xiaoyu handed the admission notice to Hairong, "Alright Hairong, you are now a first-grade primary school student. Keep this admission notice safe, and on the first day of school, bring this to report to school."

Hairong took the admission notice, looked at his name and the bright red stamp beneath it, and happily tilted his little face upwards, "Mom, look, I’m a primary school student now. Can I show this to Dad? He will be so happy to see it."

Wang Xia stroked her son’s little head dotingly and said gently, "Not right now, sweetie. Dad is very busy, but he will see Xiaorong starting primary school, he will know that Xiaorong is a primary school student now."

Huang Xiaoyu was moved by the interaction between mother and son. It’s remarkable to admire her father so much, and even in the face of his sacrifice, still considers him the most important person in her heart. Even a small admission notice was something to be shown to him eagerly.

When the child talked about showing it to his father, he probably meant going to the martyr’s memorial to pay respects in front of his father’s tombstone.

The thought of such a scene made Huang Xiaoyu feel even more tender towards the child, and she liked him even more.

"Mom, now that we’re here, can’t I just see Dad for a moment?" Hearing Wang Xia say that Dad was busy, Hairong felt a bit disappointed but thought that even if Dad was busy, just a quick look shouldn’t bother him.