Live Stream: Overly Pampered Education Creates Three Superstars in One Family

Outside the law firm's floor-to-ceiling windows, the city skyline lies parallel to the windowsill.

Chu Qiuyue sat on the large leather sofa, with a drafted lawsuit document spread out on the coffee table in front of her. She tapped the cover of the document lightly with her fingertips, making a steady and crisp sound.

Han Gao sat opposite him, his hands folded on the table, his tone as professional and confident as possible: "President Chu, the documents have been submitted to the court. The trial will be held next week, and there shouldn't be any major problems with the proceedings."

Chu Qiuyue remained silent, still looking at the document.

She paused for a moment, her fingers stopping tapping, and looked up: "Is there any way to ensure he absolutely cannot get custody?"

Her tone was calm, but there was an undeniable certainty in that calmness. What she wanted was not a high probability, not a possibility, but an absolute certainty.

Every time Chu Qiuyue saw Chen Chu's smug look, as if winning custody meant he had won, she wished she could snatch custody away from him and let him know who was right.

Han Gao pushed up his glasses, paused for a few seconds, and then honestly shook his head: "No."

Chu Qiuyue frowned slightly. That slight frown prompted Han Gao to immediately add, "However, there are ways to improve the odds of winning."

Chu Qiuyue remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

She looked at Han Gao.

A lot of pressure.

Just sitting there, you can feel the temperature and air freezing.

Han Gao took a deep breath, steeling himself, and carefully chose his words: "We can start with the actual situation of his raising the children. I remember his youngest daughter has symptoms of brain atrophy, right? We just need to prove that during the time the child was with him, her condition not only did not improve, but actually worsened. That's enough. When deciding on custody, the court will give priority to the party that is more beneficial to the child's growth."

"Besides, you are a mother of three children. Logically speaking, you have an absolute advantage. Even for the sake of fairness and justice, one child would be given to you."

After he finished speaking, the office was quiet for a moment.

Chu Qiuyue leaned back on the sofa, her gaze fixed on the city skyline bathed in twilight outside the window. She remained silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay. Go and gather the evidence."

Han Gao stood up and closed the folder: "I'll take care of it right away."

He turned and walked out of the office, gently closing the door behind him.

In the corridor, he glanced down at the folder in his hand and sighed.

The salary is indeed high, but the job is also really difficult.

He shook his head and quickened his pace toward the elevator.

at the same time.

On the other side of the city, the little figure was still perched on that small table.

Chen Chu sat next to her, holding a red pen in his hand, and drew a big smiley face on the page of exercises she had just finished.

He has basically mastered addition and subtraction, and has memorized one-third of the multiplication tables, which is much better than he expected.

He discovered something very interesting.

Chen Xiayu wasn't as stupid as he imagined.

She was often lost in thought, only able to concentrate a little when talking to him.

Most of the time, her eyes were unfocused, as if her soul had drifted to another place.

But as long as he calls her name and pulls her out of that state, she can answer questions, albeit slowly, but she can answer them correctly.

He looked at her profile. She wasn't unaware; she just needed someone to gently pull her out of that world that consisted only of herself.

A cell phone ring interrupted his thoughts. He glanced at the caller ID; it was the kindergarten principal. He answered, "Principal Qiu?"

"Mr. Chen, do you know that there's a parent-child activity at the kindergarten next Wednesday?" Chen Chu was taken aback: "What activity? I haven't heard of it."

The sound of a laptop being flipped through came from the other end of the phone.

"The kindergarten is planning a cooking activity and inviting parents and children to participate, mainly to strengthen the interaction and bond between parents and children..."

Chen Chu said "Oh," and then added, "Okay, okay, I got it. Next Wednesday, right?"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "By the way, Principal Qiu, how has Xia Yu been behaving at kindergarten lately?"

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone: "...She's still very well-behaved, not very talkative. She mostly sits in her seat by herself, occasionally staring out the window in a daze. But she never cries or makes a fuss, and she doesn't bother the other children. The teachers all like her very much, it's just..."

Ten minutes later.

Chen Chu hung up the phone, put down his phone, and turned to look at Chen Xiayu, who was drawing with her head down next to him.

She wanted to color the smiley face red, but the crayon went over the line, staining the entire paper red.

She didn't panic and continued applying the product very carefully.

Seeing her focused expression, Chen Chu asked, "Darling, why didn't you tell Daddy about the school event?"

Chen Xiayu paused for a moment, her hand holding the crayon.

She didn't look up or speak, but her fingers tightened slightly as she held the crayon.

"Are you scared?" Chen Chu's voice softened. "Are you afraid you won't do well?"

Chen Xiayu held the crayon, still not looking up, but also not continuing to color.

She sat there quietly, like someone who had locked themselves in a transparent box.

Chen Chu looked at her and gently tapped her head: "Don't daydream."

Chen Xiayu looked up at him, her big eyes blinking, and she still didn't say anything, but she didn't look away again.

Looking into her clear eyes, Chen Chu said softly, "You must believe in yourself, just as your father believes in you. Our little girl can definitely do it."

He placed his hand on the back of her small hand, "Because Dad has always believed that our little girl isn't like what others say. Our little girl has always been very smart."