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My Imp and Possessive Husband

Su Xiaoyue, a humble kindergarten teacher, had the fervent wish that she would one day become a famous educator, with students all over the world. However, her peaceful life underwent a drastic change after she became Fan Mingyu's homeroom teacher, leading to countless interactions with Fan Mingyu’s adoptive father, the CEO of Sanyang Group. On matters of the child’s education, the two of them locked horns, continuously embroiled in conflict. …… In the spacious and bright CEO's office, Fan Shaoming sat in a black swivel chair, spinning back and forth, idly fiddling with a red brocade box in his hands, while casting glances at the woman sitting across from him, patiently lecturing him. Su Xiaoyue swallowed hard, words had made her thirsty, and she wanted a drink of water but was reluctant to ask this man for it. With a strained patience, she said, “Mr. Fan, Mingyu is a very smart child, but if you don’t educate him properly, you, as his father, will ruin him. You’re not loving him, you’re harming him. Your indulgence is spoiling him, letting him fail to recognize his own mistakes, leading him further down the wrong path.” “Are you done?” Fan Shaoming stopped spinning in his chair, stood up and walked around the desk, pulled up Su Xiaoyue, then opened up the red brocade box, took out an expensive diamond ring, and slid it onto Su Xiaoyue’s finger, saying in a deep voice, “Mingyu and I have discussed it, and we think you’re an excellent teacher and will surely make a very good mother. I don’t understand romance, so I’ll be direct, take a half-day off tomorrow morning, bring your household registration book, and wait for me at the civil affairs office.” Su Xiaoyue’s face turned green, she was lecturing him, and he was proposing to her!

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Chapter 81: President Fan's Frustration (3)

Lurking in the shadows, Su Xiaoyue was still astride the motorcycle, her means of escape. Seeing that the hitmen couldn't find her and were indeed moving her laptop, she immediately wrapped a small pebble in the slingshot pouch, then pulled back the slingshot and aimed at the back of the black-clad man's hand. Like releasing an arrow, with a flick of her wrist, the pebble shot out, homing in on the man's hand with the fastest speed.

"Uh."

The pebble hit its mark.

The man, in pain, instinctively loosened his grip, and the laptop he was holding fell to the ground with a thud. Su Xiaoyue didn't give him a chance to pick it up, and shot another pebble, this time aiming for the man's eyes. It wasn't that she was ruthless; the attackers were skilled in martial arts, while she was not, so she had to blind them first. Without sight, their skills were useless.

Su Xiaoyue played with the slingshot as if it were the purest form of skill, like handling a gun—her shots never missed.