The poor husband I picked up turned out to be from a wealthy family

Chapter 1079 Who plagiarized whom?

Shen Qing drove to An An Kang Kang's school.

She arrived a little early.

So I parked the car on the side and stood there, waiting for the children to get out of school.

Suddenly she looked up and saw Li Zekun.

She frowned slightly. What was he doing here? Could it be that he came to see Yueyue?

I wonder what it will be like when he meets Qin Feng.

Then she saw Qin Feng appear.

Qin Feng seemed to have noticed Li Zekun as well.

Soon the children were dismissed from school.

Shen Qing also walked over.

After picking up An An and Kang Kang, she saw Li Zekun standing to the side and walked towards Qin Feng and Yueyue.

"Yueyue, I am your maternal grandfather."

Yueyue instinctively snuggled closer to Li Zekun. She didn't seem to know him very well anymore.

Qin Feng looked up and met Li Zekun's gaze.

"Don't scare the child; the child isn't familiar with you anymore."

"Qin Feng, if it weren't for you, how could our Li family be in this state? You're the one who ruined our family. My daughter wouldn't have died; you've destroyed our family."

Qin Feng curled his lips. "I know I was wrong. What do you want? Let's talk alone. Yueyue is here now, and there are some things I don't want him to hear."

Li Zekun said, "I'll settle accounts with you sooner or later, but right now, I'm here just to see my granddaughter."

Qin Feng twitched the corner of his mouth, then lowered his head and looked at Yueyue, "Yueyue, say a few words to your grandfather. He came to see you today."

Yueyue looked at Li Zekun and asked, "Grandpa, where have you been these past few days?"

Li Zekun squatted down. "Yueyue, don't blame your grandpa. Grandpa has other things to do. He'll come back to take care of you after he's done with this."

Yueyue nodded. "Grandpa, you go ahead and do your work. We're going home now."

Li Zekun gently stroked Yueyue's hair, "Yueyue is so sensible."

Yueyue didn't say anything more, but took Qin Feng's hand and said, "Dad, let's go back!"

Qin Feng nodded. "Okay!"

Then he and Yueyue left hand in hand.

Li Zekun stood up and turned to leave when he saw Shen Qing standing to the side.

"Shen...Shen Qing?"

"Are you really going to settle scores with Qin Feng?"

"Of course. He's the one who caused us to leave home and end up like this. He did something wrong first, he betrayed my daughter first. Even if my daughter dies, he's still responsible."

Shen Qing curled the corners of her lips, "So, is what your Li family did the right thing?"

"Shen Qing, don't forget that it was Qin Feng who hurt you back then, why are you still speaking up for him?"

“I’m not speaking up for him, because he’s a father now and has two children to take care of.”

"Two children? I only take care of Yueyue."

"You may not understand, but now Yueyue is being taken care of by Wu Jiao without holding a grudge."

"Wu Jiao? Is that the mistress Qin Feng cheated on her with?"

"Don't say that. He was also hurt by Qin Feng. And ever since your daughter left, Yueyue has been taking care of her as if she were her own."

Li Zekun curled the corners of his lips. "Are you telling the truth?"

"Yes, I won't talk about this carelessly. I think Wu Jiao did a great job, and you should thank Wu Jiao on behalf of your daughter."

Li Zekun lowered his eyes. "No matter what, I will not let Qin Feng off so easily."

"Why won't you let him go? Kill him? Or..."

“I wouldn’t be satisfied even if I killed her. The once-powerful Li family is now ruined and dead. How can you expect me to let go of this? How can I forgive him?”

"Okay, I'm just reminding you that the kids need their dad right now."

Then Shen Qing turned and left.

She thought about it for a moment, and realized that she had indeed spoken up for Qin Feng earlier. However, she also believed that Qin Feng's existence could still help Wu Jiao in some way.

She said that for Wu Jiao's sake.

"Mom, can we go home now?" An'an asked.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Mom didn't consider the two of you just now," Shen Qing said.

"It's okay, Mom, it's not too late for us to go home now."

"Alright! You two need to practice drawing tonight. The competition is the day after tomorrow."

“Mom, we know, you don’t need to worry. We’re both very confident about this match,” An’an said.

"Okay, that's good to hear. As long as I've tried my best, that's enough."

"..."

. . . . . .

Two days later.

Shen Qing went to accompany An An and Kang Kang to the competition.

We arrived at the entrance of the competition room.

"An'an and Kang Kang, Mom is waiting for you two outside. You two must do your best!"

"Okay, don't worry, Mom."

Shen Qing smiled and then went outside to wait for the child.

The match lasted for more than an hour.

She looked at her phone listlessly, pacing back and forth.

Suddenly she heard a commotion inside.

"He clearly copied mine."

"You're talking nonsense. You clearly copied me. That's why you drew the same picture as me."

Shen Qing heard the commotion and went over.

Other parents waiting outside heard the commotion and went over to see her.

Some people started talking about it.

"Is it still possible to copy drawings?"

"I don't know whose kid copied whose. Today is an official competition where we're supposed to win prizes. Copying from others is really rude."

"Yes."

At that moment, the teacher came out.

"Kang Kang's parents and Zi Yang's parents, are you there?"

"I'm here," Shen Qing said, and quickly went over.

"I'm Ziyang's father, teacher. What happened?"

"The two children just finished drawing the same artwork. So we don't know who copied whom. Parents, please come over and handle this. Today is the official competition. If we can't determine who copied whom, then both of them will be considered to have forfeited the competition."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qing immediately went over. "Kang Kang, what happened?"

"Mom, he copied mine. I drew this myself."

"Okay, Mom believes you."

Shen Qing looked at the teacher and said, "Teacher, hello. I believe my son. He drew this by himself and didn't copy anyone else's work."

At this moment, Ziyang's father also came over. "What do you mean? Are you saying that my son copied your son's work?"

"Otherwise, how could they be exactly the same?"

"That must be your son copying my son's work."

"Nonsense, my son would never copy your son's work. My son has been practicing drawing since he was a child, and I have seen many similar paintings."

"Who would believe what you're saying! I'd also say that my son has drawn similar pictures many times before."

“Okay, since you put it that way, let’s let the children talk about the purpose of their drawing.”

"Fine, who's afraid of who?"