69novels Chapter 1253: Major General Xie Also Has a Sense of Vanity—Wants to Show Off His Wife and Son
Chapter 1253: Major General Xie Also Has a Sense of Vanity—Wants to Show Off His Wife and Son
This is the first time Casimir Shaw has had French cuisine since he grew up.
Before, when he lived in the cabin with old Richard, it was always Richard who cooked. Returning to the Shaw Mansion, there was a cook, and during the holidays, they went out to eat according to his great-grandmother’s tastes, so he really never had French food.
Now that old Richard is willing to take him for French cuisine, young Casimir Shaw feels like he can straighten his back and snort the next time the rich kids in class brag about their French dining experience.
Thinking this, the young boy laughed to himself.
Leah asked him about his studies and life, and discovering she needn’t worry, she was momentarily speechless, frowning slightly as she looked at Richard Shaw, who was driving ahead, and coldly said, "Do you have Thomas’s homeroom teacher’s number? Do you know how he gets along with his classmates in class? I feel like you basically don’t inquire about anything, hmm?"
Faced with this stern questioning, Richard Shaw’s handsome, solemn face stiffened a little. He hesitantly said, "I think I got the number during the last parent-teacher meeting."
As for storing the teacher’s number, that didn’t happen. He couldn’t even remember what the homeroom teacher looked like.
"What’s the use of you?" Leah snorted coldly, refusing to look at him again as she turned to Casimir Shaw and gently asked, "Thomas, are there any kids bullying you at school?"
"Absolutely not." Casimir Shaw waved his hand casually, indicating that bullying him was out of the question. Those four kids who tried ended up crying and stacking like a pyramid after he dealt with them. "I’m the apple of everyone’s eye at school, like flowers that bloom when I’m around."
Casimir Shaw proudly lifted his small chin, cuddling up to Leah and affectionately rubbing against her, then noticed Richard’s face turning even darker than before.
Richard Shaw had reserved the place in advance. This time he didn’t book a VIP room but chose a high-class public seating area. As a man with a stunningly beautiful wife and a clever son, his vanity wouldn’t let him hide his family away; even minor happiness needs to be shown off through the admiration of others.
So Richard Shaw cunningly reserved a seating area where the entire high-profile family trio walking into the French restaurant immediately attracted countless gazes.
Since it was Casimir Shaw’s first experience with French cuisine, Leah explained the dining etiquette to the young boy once more.
Casimir Shaw said, "Wow," with admiration in his eyes, first at old Richard and then at Leah. "I want to learn French too. Benjamin said his mom used to stay with Nicholas Carter at a vineyard in Southern France, helping to harvest grapes when they were ripe."
"Do you want to go, Thomas? Mom can take you," Leah said, running her fingers through the young boy’s hair with a smile.
Major General Richard, who couldn’t easily travel abroad and found traveling complicated, furrowed his thick eyebrows and said in a low voice, "There are also plenty of vineyards in the country. Old Ignatius has a large organic production base in the Imperial City, complete with a vineyard and various fruits and vegetables. When he and Benjamin lived there, they ate food grown in their own garden."
"Old Richard, I thought it was your vineyard," Casimir Shaw shrugged, sighing, "Turns out it’s Uncle Ignatius’s place. Uncle Ignatius seems really impressive, with a lot of money at home."
Leah and her son’s interactions didn’t resemble a typical father-son relationship but more like friends. She chuckled, nodding, and said, "Wrong, the richest one now is your Aunt Delphine. Your Uncle Ignatius’s entire estate is in her hands."
"Wow, Aunt Delphine is amazing," Casimir Shaw sincerely admired.
The mother and son teased in tandem, the overall implication being: old Richard, you’re the weakest!
Richard Shaw felt a wave of depression wash over him. In terms of assets, how could he compare to Ignatius Leclair? But if it was about power, Ignatius would have to bow down. However, considering that soon he might even lose his power, the man decided to accept the criticisms sincerely.
As long as he had his wife and son, being without power, influence, or wealth didn’t matter.
While the family of three enjoyed the French meal, Leo Zane, who had been beaten up, was crying miserably at home. His mother called his father, who was out socializing, back home immediately, and Leo then phoned his grandfather to complain, creating an uproar within the Zane Family.
"Knox Zane, you’re always out socializing, but look at our baby, beaten like this, and you don’t even care?" Mrs. Zane was so angry at home that her heart and lung ached, lashing out at Mr. Zane with a volley of scolding.
"Knox, was my precious grandson beaten up? What are you doing? You can’t even be a proper father—just give up that department head position and step down," Grandpa Zane shouted as he followed closely behind Mr. Zane, giving him an earful regardless.
Mr. Zane felt unjustly treated, simmering with rage when he saw his son beaten black and blue. He quickly asked, "Who hit you? Did you hit them, or did they hit you?"
Mr. Zane was the only somewhat reasonable person in the household. He knew his son’s temperament best—it was nurtured by his wife and the old family head—always causing trouble, with no school willing to keep him for a year. But this was his son’s first time being beaten like this, and Mr. Zane was somewhat distressed too.
"Knox Zane, it’s one thing that your eyes are small, but they’re astigmatic too. Can’t you see your son’s face all bruised up?" Mrs. Zane retorted angrily.
The chubby boy felt somewhat guilty. It was him who led others to try to beat Casimir, but now, being the one beaten himself, put him at a disadvantage, making him act righteous.
"Call his homeroom teacher. I want to see which family’s kid is vicious enough to beat someone senseless," demanded Grandpa Zane with authority.
So Mr. Zane quickly called the homeroom teacher. Teacher Wu, who hadn’t finished eating long ago, received the unexpected call while watching TV at home. Casimir Shaw hit Leo Zane? That seemed impossible. Casimir was adored by all schools, gentle and polite, never violent.
Recalling the parent-teacher meeting at the end of last semester where Casimir’s father appeared for the first time, with looks and demeanor that outshone all the other parents, Teacher Wu, a married woman herself, almost swooned. The usually loud and boisterous mothers turned into ladies that day, revealing his extraordinary charm.
She remembered it well; the silent and restrained Mr. Shaw hadn’t said more than three sentences before leaving.
Finally finding the number, Teacher Wu called Richard Shaw. When the call connected, she hesitantly asked, "Is this Mr. Shaw? Sorry to bother you; I’m Casimir’s homeroom teacher. Are you available now for a call?"
"Hello, please go ahead," the man replied concisely. His voice over the phone was deep, sexy, imbued with a steady quality.