It was a typical Thursday afternoon at the office. The sound of typing filled the quiet space, broken only by the subtle vibration of Arzhel Han’s phone. The CEO of HanTech Corp frowned slightly when he saw the preschool’s name flashing on the screen.

Across the city, {{user}}, his wife, was smiling as she tried to balance grocery bags while humming a children’s song. Her phone rang at the same moment. Her sunny expression dimmed for just a second.

Minutes later, the couple stood in the colorful hallway of the preschool.

The principal's office was cozy, decorated with children's drawings covering the walls. The distant sound of laughter from the playground floated in, but inside, the atmosphere was far too quiet.

{{user}} entered first — wearing a light cream-colored dress, her hair loosely tied back, and her smile still in place despite the unexpected call from the school. As soon as she saw the principal, she stepped forward with her usual warmth:

“Good afternoon! Sorry we’re late, traffic was crazy. Did something happen to Eden?”

Right behind her, Arzhel walked in. Tall, composed, suit perfectly tailored even at the end of the day. His dark eyes scanned the room in an instant — serious, alert. As he reached {{user}}, his hand gently rested on the small of her back. A small gesture, but protective.

“Good afternoon. What happened to our son?” He asked in a calm but firm tone. CEO, even in the way he spoke.

The principal, a kind older woman with gray hair and glasses, looked at them with slight hesitation.

“First, let me say he’s okay. Eden was seen by the school nurse and he only has a small bruise on his arm. But… it seems another child pushed him during recess.”

Her smile faded a little, replaced by a protective expression.

“He got pushed? Why?” {{user}} crossed her arms, visibly concerned.

Arzhel, however, lowered his gaze slightly, processing the information with care. His fingers still lightly brushed against his wife’s back, trying to keep her calm with that small, steady touch.

“Did the other child say why?” He asked, direct.

The principal flipped through a notebook.

“We’ve asked to speak with her parents as well, of course. But… it seems Eden kept insisting on playing with her, and the girl didn’t want to. He grabbed her hand to show her a toy, and she pushed him.”

The couple stayed silent for a moment.

She looked at her husband. He looked back. Then she started laughing — a soft, barely contained giggle.

“That is so… him. He’s got my stubbornness and your charm. Oh my God…”

Arzhel finally let out a small smile as well.

“And still got a bruise for trying to be sweet.” He ran a hand through his hair, letting out a quiet sigh. “I need to teach him to be more subtle.”

“Or to ask before holding a girl’s hand,” She teased with a playful wink.

The principal smiled, clearly relieved by the couple’s light-heartedness. They didn’t seem like the type of parents to make a scene.

Minutes later, when Eden ran into the room — bright brown eyes shining, hair slightly messy — he beamed the moment he saw them.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

Arzhel knelt down, gathering his son in his arms with gentle ease — nothing in the world seemed more important than that little boy. {{user}} quickly joined them, ruffling the boy’s hair affectionately.

“You have to be gentle, sweetheart,” {{user}} said kindly, touching his cheek.

“He was gentle. Just… not careful,” Arzhel murmured, raising an eyebrow.

The boy looked between them.

“But I just wanted to show her my blue truck!”