Chapter 2 — The Kindergarten Class Asked Me to Pay 200,000 Yuan in Tuition Fees, But I Couldn't Have a Son

Khai Minh Tinh Child Development Center is located on the fourth floor of the inner-city shopping center. In front of the door is a row of small wooden horses. The walls are full of family photos. Every picture is filled with laughter. In the third row of the photo wall, I saw Zhou Yuchuan. He was carrying Chu Tinh Than. Next to him is Tham Man. All three wore identical blue family t-shirts. The child held up the medal in his hand. Chu Du Xuyen smiled very happily. I haven't seen that smile for many years now. In the seventh year after his marriage, he came home later and later. I asked what was going on. He replied:

"Nam Kieu, my pressure is great. Don't always take family matters to make me more tired."

However, he had time to come here to participate in a relay race between parents and children. The receptionist saw me and his eyes immediately lit up.

"Miss Co, right? You're finally here."

This word is really nice to use. It sounds like I've been in debt to them for a long time.

“The remaining tuition fee is 200,000 yuan?”

She nodded.

"Yes. Baby Tinh Tinh has passed the first two rounds of assessment. If she wants to transfer to Khai Minh International Kindergarten in the future, her development profile must be continuously updated."

“Khai Minh International Kindergarten?”

"That's right. Our center has its own cooperation channel with the school. Family stability, level of parental companionship, home address and maturity score are all included in the assessment."

Residential address. I smiled softly.

“What address do you use?”

Staff opens the system.

“Apartment 1201, building 8, Van Giang Nhat Hao area.”

It's the house I bought before getting married. The deposit was paid by my parents. I also paid off the house loan before getting married. Chu Du Xuyen just moved in. Now, he also uses that house to add admission points to another child. Staff continues:

"Her apartment is located very close to Khai Minh International School, so that is a big plus. Previously, Mr. Chu said that Tinh Tinh could join her in household registration in the future, so we created a family profile first."

I looked at her.

“Enter household registration with me?”

Only then did she realize something was unusual.

“This matter... is filled in by Mr. Chu himself.”

“Print the entire file for me.”

She hesitated.

“These documents concern children's privacy...”

I placed my citizen identification card on the table.

“In the system, I am the child's mother.”

She immediately became speechless. A few minutes later. A stack of documents is printed. Family development agreement. Authorization letter for pickup and drop off. Admission score assessment form. Family relationship commitment letter. Every page has my name on it. The fake signature is very similar. But the last stroke is always lighter. When I sign "Kieu", my last stroke always presses down hard. Because from a young age, my father taught me that: As a person, you must know how to collect, but when you write, you must be steady. People who forge signatures only learn form. Unable to learn hand strength.

“Who submitted these documents?”

The employee bowed his head to check the file.

"Grandma once submitted a paper copy. Mr. Chu added his signature online. And Ms. Tham..."

She suddenly stopped.

“Go ahead.”

"Ms. Tham is the one who brought the child to school."

“What status?”

Staff was silent. I raised my head to look at the wall of photos. The photo of the family sports festival is still hanging there. On Tham Man's chest. Mother — Co Nam Kieu appears clearly. The staff followed my gaze. His face immediately turned pale. I picked up the phone. Take the photo. Right at that moment. Behind her, her mother-in-law's voice rang out.

“Why are you here?”

I turned around. Mother-in-law is leading Chu Tinh Than standing at the door. The child is wearing a small backpack. On the bag hangs a model of a superhero. When I saw the stack of documents in my hand. Her expression immediately changed.

"Who gave you the right to go through someone else's child's belongings?"

I looked at her.

“In the child's biological mother section, write my name.”

She quickly pulled Chu Tinh Than behind her.

“Don't scare the baby.”

I bent down to look at the boy. It's also looking at me. The eyes are very large. It really looks a lot like Chu Du Xuyen. Mother-in-law lowered her voice.

“Nam Kieu, go out and talk.”

“Where is Chu Du Xuyen?”

Her eyes avoided.

“It's at the company.”

I pointed to the wall of photos.

“Your company opens in an early education classroom?”

Her face immediately turned red.

"It's just a helping hand. Man Man raises her child alone, without a house in her name, her child can't get into a good kindergarten. You and Du Xuyen are on good terms, so what about lending your name?"

Lend a name. She spoke more gently than lending an umbrella. I turned to the last page of the admission approval form.

"The family relationship commitment document clearly states that if the documents are falsified, within three years you will not be able to apply again."

“Khai Minh International School also has a direct pathway to elementary school.”

I looked straight at her.

“Mom used Niem Niem's school district and my house to pave the way for my son Tham Man. Is that called lending a name?”

The mother-in-law immediately became angry.

"Nien Niem is a girl. No matter how well you study, what is the use?"

"Tinh Tinh is a boy. He can't lose right from the starting line!"

The words just came out. Even the receptionist stopped mid-sentence. I opened the recording interface. The red dot is still flashing.

“Mom, say that again.”

See the phone screen. She immediately rushed to rob him. I took a step back. She can't touch the machine. Chu Tinh Than was scared and burst into tears. The mother-in-law immediately picked up the baby.

"Look at yourself. You look like you've lost your mind."

“No wonder Du Xuyen doesn't want to go home.”

I was just about to speak up. The phone suddenly rang. It was Chu Du Xuyen calling. I picked up the phone. Turn on speakerphone. His voice was very urgent.

“Nam Kieu, why did you come to Khai Minh Tinh?”

I looked at my mother-in-law. Calmly replied:

“Pay tuition.”

The other end of the line was silent for two seconds. Then said:

“Don't get excited.”

“I'll be right there.”