I'll Teach You, Marianne.
Chapter 548 - Who Is Christian?

Chapter 548 - Who Is Christian?

Christian kept whining and refusing when he was forced to sit in the baby car seat. He thought that he was big now and wanted to sit in the car seat without using the baby car seat.

"If you don't want to sit in the seat, that means Christian can't go with mom and dad," said Anne slowly, trying to persuade Christian to sit in his baby car seat.

"I'm going with mom and dad!" Christian says quickly.

Anne smiled. "Then you have to sit in the car seat, because otherwise you can't go with them, and if you insist not to use the car seat, and there is a police on the road, then mom and dad will be arrested by the police. Do you really have the heart to see mom and dad in that cold jail?"

Christian's blue eyes widened. "Incarcerated? Why imprisoned?"

"Because you don't sit in the car seat, every small child must sit in the baby car seat and that is a government regulation that everyone must obey. Not just because it's the rule, but by sitting in the car seat, you will be more comfortable during the trip," replied Anne softly, trying to explain a little to his very critical son.

"But when I went to the beach yesterday I didn't feel comfortable sitting in the baby car seat, Mommy. I couldn't see the beach during the trip, I had to sit in the seat for a long time. Even though I wanted to see that much water, Mommy," Christian sulked. He explained the reason why he did not want to sit in the baby car seat which he thought would make him bound and was not free.

Anne chuckled. "What Mom and Dad did yesterday was for your good, Dear, but believe me, your trip today will not take long, because you will only go to the supermarket, unlike yesterday going to the beach. Later, when you arrive at the supermarket, you can freely run wherever you want. But first, you have to sit in the car seat first. How about that? Do you agree?"

Christian was silent. After thinking for a while, he finally agreed to sit in the car seat. Paul and Linda took a deep breath when the stubborn child finally obeyed.

"He really only listens to you, Anne," Linda chimed softly as Anne had closed the back door where Christian was sitting.

Anne smiled. "That's because you can't persuade him, I'm sure if I didn't persuade him like that, you would have melted down on him and allowed him to sit without a car seat."

Linda chuckled. "I couldn't bear to see him cry, Anne, that's why I relented."

"You are the one who relented, we don't have to obey everything that the child wants, Linda. Later on, he will just be like that, remember that children are our number one imitators, their memory is extraordinary. So when he is in a tantrum and all his wishes are granted, then he will continue like that , the memory will be stored in his brain," answered Anne flatly, reminding Linda gently.

"I know, but sometimes I just can't bear to see him cry."

Anne smiled. She then patted Linda's shoulder gently. "Don't be weak to him, okay? You are his mother, I'm sure you can take good care of Christian. Remember Linda, I don't want Christian to be a spoiled child."

"Yeah, I know, I'm sorry. We're leaving now. Are you sure it's okay for you to be left alone?"

"Of course, I have to look after the shop," replied Anne curtly.

Linda smiled hearing Anne's words. She then got into the car following Paul who had entered earlier. After Linda boarded, a short time later Paul immediately drove their car out of the flower shop towards the highway. Christian, as usual, waved his hand at Anne as he was about to leave. The boy was always excited when Paul and Linda took him on a trip.

"Okay, let's get to work," said Anne excitedly. Not long after, the car Paul was driving was out of sight, she then entered the shop and started working on preparing an order for a bouquet of flowers that she had arranged this morning.

Opening a flower shop was a blessing in itself for Anne, because from that flower shop they could live quite well. Previously, where they lived, no one sold flowers, so Anne and Linda decided to open a flower shop in the vicinity of their current residence, and the shop managed to become the destination of dozens of lovers who wanted to surprise their respective partners.

Just as she finished arranging the flowers that were ready to be picked up, suddenly a middle-aged woman came. She was one of the people who had ordered flowers from Anne yesterday and wanted to pick up her order today. Anne then served her first customer in a friendly manner. When Anne was busy writing a greeting on a paper to be pinned on the flower bouquet, Anne accidentally bumped and dropped Christian's favorite minion-shaped glass on the floor so that the glass was shattered on the ground.

"Oh my God, are you all right, Madam?"

The middle-aged woman standing in front of the counter where Anne had dropped Christian's favorite glass nodded her head quickly. "I'm fine. How about you?"

"I'm fine too. Forgive my carelessness, Miss," answered Anne quickly. "You'd better sit down first, let me clean up the broken glass first. I don't want you to get hurt."

"Fine, but you have to be careful. The shards are sharp," said the middle-aged woman quickly.

Anne smiled. She then grabbed a broom which was not far from where she was. She carefully put the broken glass into a special glassware bag, so that later the garbage collector would not be injured when it was disposed. After 5 minutes, Anne finally managed to remove all the broken glass from the floor.

"Do you have a child, Miss?" asked the middle-aged woman to Anne.

"Yes, Madam, my son is 2 years old," replied Anne proudly.

The customer smiled at Anne's words. "No wonder there is a cute glass on the counter. Your child must be very adorable and handsome if his mother is as beautiful as you are."

Anne blushed in embarrassment to get such a compliment. Because the transaction process was complete and finally the customer left Anne alone in the shop.

"Looks like I'll have to buy him a new glass, otherwise Christian will be very angry when..."

"Who is Christian?"

Anne was silent for a moment when she heard a familiar voice, a voice she had not heard for almost 3 years. Anne slowly turned towards the source of the voice and was surprised to see the figure she hated and missed was suddenly in front of her.

"Y-you..."

"Yes, it's me. You haven't answered my question, Anne. Who is Christian?"

To be continued