Chapter 99 Can he see?

Aunt Ping arranged for the driver candidates to come for interviews.

This wasn't the first resume Sheng Peirong had reviewed recently. The previous applicants either lacked familiarity with the routes or had unsteady driving habits; there were always some shortcomings. Sheng Peirong was always picky about hiring, but this caution was precisely to avoid future troubles.

At this moment, Sheng Peirong, holding her resume, slowly walked towards the glass greenhouse.

She used to hate driving, and her dad was always her personal driver. But now, as life moves forward, it's time to hire a regular driver.

Sheng Peirong's steps are now more and more steady, and it's hard to tell that she once needed a wheelchair. When she passed the ball pit in the courtyard, she stopped and watched Coco and Fangfang playing, a smile unconsciously appearing on her lips.

Aunt Ping always said that when she first met Officer Zhu, she thought she was cold and always exuded a serious, businesslike demeanor. But now, watching her daughter and younger brother playing, Sheng Peirong found it hard to imagine how unapproachable she had seemed before.

"Unleash your ultimate move!" Sheng Fang swung his short arm, tossing the bubble ball high into the air, sending it arcing straight at Zhu Qing's forehead.

"Thump—"

The ball was beautifully returned by the niece, hitting Fangfang right on the forehead.

He stared in disbelief, touching his little head.

Zhu Qing lay back down in the ball pit, feeling utterly bored. The thought of having to play with Fang Fang for another fifty minutes made her want to yawn. She couldn't understand what was so fun about these colorful balls that could fascinate Fang Fang so much.

"Let it go." Zhu Qing suddenly pointed to the glass greenhouse. "Look, what are they talking about over there?"

“It looks interesting!” she continued.

Shengfang raised her head from the pile of balls, her little face full of disdain: "Qingzai, don't try that on me."

He held up four chubby fingers: "I'm not a three-year-old anymore."

These days, my older sister and Aunt Ping keep saying that the New Year is coming soon.

When the time comes, he will officially be a four-year-old child, so how could he be fooled by these little tricks?

The colorful bubble balls continued to fly in the air.

The blooming flower is like a little sea lion balancing a ball, slowly tumbling out of the ball pit only after it has had its fill of playing.

"You can go and take a look," Fangfang said reluctantly.

Zhu Qing felt relieved and quickly caught up with the little one.

Inside the greenhouse, the interviews reached their final stage.

The driver, Uncle Nian, sat upright, honest and unassuming, and answered each question earnestly.

To his surprise, the final test came from a young master.

"Can you teach me how to ride a bicycle?" Sheng Fang held up two chubby fingers. "A two-wheeled one!"

Uncle Nian was taken aback at first, then revealed a simple and honest smile.

"Of course. I taught my daughter to ride a bike." He suddenly realized something halfway through his sentence and quickly added, "Of course, on the premise that it doesn't interfere with work!"

The originally serious interview atmosphere became relaxed because of the arrival of the child.

Sheng Peirong smiled slightly and nodded gently.

"Let's go with Uncle Nian," she said to Aunt Ping. "You confirm the specific work arrangements with him."

Aunt Ping: "Miss, then tomorrow morning at eight o'clock—"

"Tomorrow morning won't work." Sheng Fang quickly shook her head. "Our Qingzai will take Big Sister to work!"

This was the eldest sister's first day at work.

Just like his first day of kindergarten, it was an important moment.

How could Coco, the eldest sister's daughter, and her younger brother be absent?

...

The next morning, Zhu Qing could go to the police station later.

The case has entered the closing stage. Although the race against time is no longer as intense as before, the entire major crimes unit remains vigilant. They want to complete all the formalities as quickly as possible and move on to the next step.

The damage is done, and time cannot be turned back, but at least we should give her a clear and just explanation.

“I’ve already reported it to the police station,” Zhu Qing said. “There are still a few documents left, but I can finish them by working overtime tonight.”

Her bright little face scrunched up again.

Does being late mean he has to come home late? He doesn't even need to make up for the late arrival time at kindergarten!

"That John," Fangfang muttered, "when I become a senior inspector—"

Sheng Peirong laughed and replied, "Give everyone a holiday?"

Shengfang fell into deep thought: "So I'll have to do all the work by myself?"

Inside the carriage, both mother and daughter laughed.

This little guy, he's not even a boss yet, but he's already starting to take care of himself.

A black SUV slowly drove into the company's underground parking garage.

This was Zhu Qing and Sheng Fang's first visit to the company. The entire building stood in the morning light, with a private elevator that went directly to the top floor.

Pei Junyi was already waiting at the elevator entrance, about to step forward to greet him, but Sheng Peirong's glare froze him in place, forcing him to step back and give up the seat of honor.

In the boardroom, many veteran directors who had watched Sheng Peirong grow up came especially for the occasion. These elders firmly believed that the Sheng family should always be led by someone with the surname Sheng, and now that Sheng Peirong was safe and sound, how could they allow outsiders to interfere in the company's affairs?

Sheng Peirong walked calmly into the conference room, and no one knew that she had just gone through a serious illness.

Given her personality, even in the most difficult times, she would never show the slightest vulnerability in public.

Sheng Peirong concealed her physical condition, keeping everything hidden perfectly. Even her surgery and treatment were carried out quietly. Now she has made such a strong comeback, as if nothing had ever happened.

Zhu Qing stood beside her mother, watching her exchange pleasantries with the board members with ease.

She unconsciously recalled those rehabilitation sessions, her mother struggling to stand up, only to slump back into her wheelchair, her clothes soaked with sweat, stubbornly demanding to do it again. Only her closest relatives knew the extent of the months-long rehabilitation journey, and how many days and nights of perseverance and endurance lay behind Sheng Peirong's smile at this moment.

“This is my daughter,” Sheng Peirong proudly introduced. “She’s a police officer from the Major Crimes Unit.”

When the conversation turned to Coco, Ms. Sheng instantly transformed into an ordinary mother. She specifically mentioned the case her daughter had helped solve, her eyes sparkling with tenderness.

"Is this the case that was reported in the newspapers these past two days?" a director asked.

“I know about this case,” another person chimed in. “Ten years of wrongful imprisonment, a family torn apart, they suffered so much…”

“The news said,” someone else added, “that the police’s investigation procedures back then were flawless; the killer was just too cunning…”

While the board members were discussing amongst themselves, Sheng Fang gently tugged at her eldest sister's sleeve and blinked at her.

“This is my younger brother.” Sheng Peirong’s voice was filled with undisguised affection as she continued with a smile, “He is also the future sir of our Sheng family.”

The people present smiled knowingly and joked that Sheng Peirong would have a tough time in the future, as the company's burdens would fall entirely on her shoulders. However, as the old saying goes, the capable are often burdened with more work.

Amidst bursts of laughter, Pei Junyi managed to maintain a smile, but he couldn't hide the dejection in his eyes.

After the meeting began, Zhu Qing and Sheng Fang were taken on a tour of the group.

They entered Sheng Peirong's private office.

Even Sheng Peirong hadn't been to this office for over a decade. Yet, even during the most intense period of their conflict, Sheng Wenchang always preserved this space for her.

Now, this office has finally been returned to its owner.

Walking along the corridor, Zhu Qing and little Fangfang arrived at Sheng Wenchang's former office.

Standing in front of the bright and spacious floor-to-ceiling windows, they overlooked the entire city, taking in the panoramic view.

"Daddy is so amazing!" Sheng Fang said in a childish voice.

The young master of the Sheng family tilted his head, recalling a scene from a TV drama. It was a common theme in TV series, with characters like Sheng Peirong and Sheng Wenchang being portrayed as "daughters following in their fathers' footsteps."

“Then let’s call it—” Sheng Fang Bao Bao tilted her head, her eyes suddenly lighting up, “Uncle Inheriting the Nephew’s Business!”

...

In the CID office of Yau Ma Tei Police Station, officers from Major Crimes Unit B were organizing thick stacks of case files.

"The charity has confirmed that it will continue to fully fund Xiang Binbin's follow-up treatment and living expenses."

A few sighs reached my ears.

"That child is such a pity, dying so young..."

"Mr. Wei was genuinely concerned for him. Two years ago, he even wrote a recommendation letter to the university, hoping to make an exception and allow Xiang Binbin to audit the classes. Unfortunately, after several major surgeries, the child's body simply couldn't take it anymore."

“In those years, although I never saw Xiang Binbin again, Mr. Wei kept trying to help him. But for the sake of the child’s safety, I had to distance myself from him.”

“It wasn’t until Guan Xijiu confessed that Xiang Binbin realized that the car accident back then, strictly speaking, was not an ‘accident’. But he said, how can you blame Mr. Wei? They were all innocent victims.”

"Fortunately, the child has a good attitude," Uncle Li said. "Besides ensuring his basic living needs, the charity is also helping him find suitable work. I heard they're planning to arrange for him to work as a librarian under the foundation..."

When the case was brought up, the officers fell silent for a long time.

Mo Zhenbang looked up from his documents: "Have all the documents for Huang Qiulian's side been prepared?"

"Everything's here," Xiao Sun replied quickly. "The compensation application, the case statement, and here's also a list of Mr. Wei's belongings..."

“Send it to her. Wei Ansheng is the sole heir, and Huang Qiulian is his mother; she should sign this list.” Mo Zhenbang paused, then asked, “What’s the situation at the community center where she works?”

“She’s lost that job, and Ms. Huang has been staying at Sacred Heart Manor for the past few days,” Liang Qikai continued. “After all, she has a history of child abuse, and it just so happens that the center and the Children’s Development Center are offering courses together, so the person in charge is under pressure to hire her. Although we try to keep a low profile, the frequent visits by the police still caused discussion. The person in charge hinted at the time that she should resign voluntarily.”

"However, now that the news is full of reports about this wrongful conviction, public opinion has shifted, and the community center's attitude has changed. They want her to come back."

"But I don't think she will necessarily go back."

Haozai pursed his lips: "I wouldn't go back either. They were so eager to distance themselves back then, and now they're pretending to be nice guys."

“We can’t entirely blame them,” Mo Zhenbang said fairly. “After all, it’s a job that involves dealing with children, so it’s normal to be cautious.”

This case did not involve a complex plot or a highly intelligent criminal method. The murderer simply took advantage of people's laxity regarding the "children's" instincts and thus remained at large for ten years.

Although the truth has now come to light, the lives lost cannot be brought back. The trauma suffered by An Sheng and the injustice suffered by Huang Qiulian have become wounds that are difficult to heal.

"The most important thing now is to help Huang Qiulian start over."

What kind of compensation will be provided to her?

Zhu Qing opened the document: "In addition to basic compensation, there will also be compensation for mental distress in the ten-year wrongful imprisonment. The government will publish a clarification statement in major newspapers throughout Hong Kong, and social welfare and vocational assistance will follow suit."

"I heard the basic compensation is several hundred thousand yuan," Xu Jiale said. "Although no amount of money can buy back those ten years... it's better than nothing."

"What about the colleagues who were in charge of this case? What's going on with them now?" he asked again.

“Back then, Inspector Wen and his team really did their best,” Uncle Li said. “At that time, DNA technology didn’t even exist, and hair follicle testing was just starting out. The conditions for handling cases were too limited. Once the direction of the investigation deviated, all the efforts would be in vain.”

"But to be fair, there were indeed oversights. Preconceived notions about suspects, over-reliance on confessions, and incomplete on-site investigation led to this tragedy... The disciplinary action has not yet been announced, but considering the technological limitations of that time, it shouldn't be too severe."

“Wan Sir from Mong Kok Police Station volunteered to serve as Ms. Wong’s liaison for the compensation process.”

Some mistakes are irreversible, but in this belated justice, everyone wants to do their part.

At least, do something more for this mother and child.

...

The case is now officially closed.

Police cars drove into Sacred Heart Estate.

After the car came to a stop, Zhu Qing and Zeng Yongshan walked towards Huang Qiulian with a list of Wei Huasheng's belongings.

Huang Qiulian took the document and glanced at the items on the list.

She didn't actually know what her ex-husband had left behind. Looking at the neatly listed items, a pang of sorrow gripped her chest. A perfectly healthy person, gone just like that, leaving only these cold, lifeless written records.

"Now that the murderer has been caught, An Sheng can move out, right?" Zeng Yongshan asked, looking at Wei An Sheng, who was intently fiddling with her camera in the garden.

Now, Wei Ansheng is finally free to leave Sacred Heart Manor, and Huang Qiulian no longer needs to visit him in secret.

No one dares to imagine what would have happened if Wei Huasheng hadn't hidden the child properly back then; would Guan Xijiu have targeted him again? In the past eight years, although Wei Huasheng couldn't find conclusive evidence, he relied on his fatherly instincts to take all precautions and prevent An Sheng from suffering a second harm.

“We haven’t decided where to move yet. An Sheng has lived at Sacred Heart Manor for eight years, and he’s really gotten used to it. If he likes it here, I’ll stay with him. It’s a great place; the environment is peaceful, and the medical staff are like family. Most importantly, An Sheng can truly relax here, as long as he’s happy…”

Huang Qiulian's gaze followed her son: "Everything should be based on the child's feelings. Back then, we parents were too careless, letting danger happen right next to us. These past two days, I've been thinking a lot about how we could have been more careful..."

Since learning the truth, she has recalled the details of that year countless times, trying to find any clues. But in her memory, the nursery was eerily quiet, and Guan Xijiu hid in the crevice behind the wardrobe, not even letting out a single breath.

She couldn't help but blame herself, wondering if she could have prevented the tragedy if she had been more perceptive back then.

"Nobody wants something like this to happen," Zeng Yongshan comforted softly.

The heavy rain a few days ago washed the garden clean, and the plants stretched out, full of vitality.

Wei Ansheng suddenly raised his camera and pressed the shutter on the flower that was blooming proudly in the corner of the wall.

“This camera…” Zhu Qing looked at the light blue camera in Wei Ansheng’s hand.

The last time I saw him taking photos, he was using a professional camera, which was quite heavy.

This one, however, has a rounded body and is decorated with playful star stickers, making it look like a child's toy.

"Is it a children's camera?" she asked.

“It was an employee from the R&D department who contacted me.” Huang Qiulian smiled gently. “The last sample that Hua Sheng designed before his death was originally intended as a gift for An Sheng.”

On the back of the light blue camera, just like the toy train model from back then, the child's name was engraved.

Anson, Winter 1995.

The shutter button is unusually large, taking up almost half of the camera body, so that children can find it without much effort.

This toy camera couldn't take very clear, professional photos, but Wei Huasheng added a special filter to the lens. Through it, even on rainy days, the image would still have a warm yellow hue, presenting a soft light. He knew that An Sheng only had one eye left, and looking at things for too long would easily tire him out, so every design element reflected the father's deepest concern for his child.

Huang Qiulian said softly, "An Sheng really likes this gift."

It's clear that Wei Ansheng really loves this new camera.

"How is An Sheng doing now?" Zeng Yongshan asked gently, then paused, "What are your plans for the community center...?"

"Huasheng is gone, and Ansheng quietly sheds tears. The doctor said that this means he has begun to understand how to express his emotions."

"I want to put work on hold for now. I've neglected my child too much over the years, and now all I want to do is spend quality time with him."

As for the future, she should be able to find a job after the overturning of the verdict is completed.

Huang Qiulian was unsure if she could return to the podium, but suddenly, she had something more important to do.

Wei Huasheng is no longer with us, and she wants to complete his unfinished charitable work.

The Wei Huasheng Charitable Foundation will continue indefinitely, as he wished, to help all those in need.

"Oh, right, I have some good news." Huang Qiulian suddenly smiled. "The doctor said that the speech therapy is working. I think An Sheng... he will get better slowly."

She paused for a moment, her gaze resolute.

"The hardest days are over."

"From now on, all the news will be good."

Wei Ansheng, holding his camera, took a step forward.

He stepped into the sunlight, and this time, the camera was focused on the azure sky.

The child looked at the image in the viewfinder and slightly adjusted the angle.

I heard Dad went to heaven; I wonder if he's hiding behind the clouds—

Can he see it?

...

Time flows quietly, and days pass by one after another.

At the police station, Mo Zhenbang finally faced his inspector interview. The results weren't out yet, and the man himself seemed nonchalant, while his subordinates were all incredibly nervous. Xu Jiale's buzz cut had grown long without him noticing, but the hairdresser had made a mistake, giving him a completely flat head, the back of his head looking as if it had been shaved off. These past few days, he'd entered the police station with a gloomy face, faced a barrage of merciless ridicule from his colleagues, and left with the same gloomy face.

Uncle Li has been wearing a crisp shirt and loitering around the entrance of O-Diet lately.

It seemed that Wei Huasheng and Huang Qiulian's missed connection touched him, but Madam was busy with official duties and stopped beside him several times in a hurry, asking him if he had taken the wrong medicine.

The Major Crimes Unit held one gathering after another, and Zhu Qing never missed one, though she always brought her little tagalong, Sheng Fang. This was at the strong request of her colleagues at the police station; this little girl had long since become one of them.

Sheng Peirong also returned to work, reducing her rehabilitation frequency from twice a week to once a week. Work seemed to be her best medicine, and her overall mental state was actually better than when she was recuperating at home.

Zhu Qing remembered her promise to the children.

They were going to a real zoo.

However, due to the special nature of the Major Crimes Unit's work, her days off always clashed with the weekends. Finally, she managed to get a Saturday off, and early in the morning, she shared the good news with Fangfang.

Shengfang is always the most enthusiastic participant. He's a free spirit, but even if he receives a last-minute notification, he can immediately get into the swing of things.

Just before leaving, they had a sudden inspiration to go into the kitchen and make sandwiches by hand, intending to take them on the road.

The sandwiches in the shop looked exquisite and delicious, but when it was their turn to make them, the bread slices were crooked and the fillings always spilled out. Sheng Fang haphazardly spread mayonnaise and ketchup on the sandwiches, and after spreading it, he couldn't bear to look at it himself. His little eyebrows furrowed, as if he had eaten a bitter melon, and his shoulders trembled.

These sandwiches look awful; don't even think about putting them in the young master's stomach!

"Qingzai, Qingzai," Shengfang suggested, "How about we go to a restaurant to eat?"

Zhu Qing immediately nodded: "Then what about these sandwiches?"

The little boy immediately rushed into the study with small, quick steps.

This is a sandwich made with love by him and Qingzai; I'm sure Big Sister will love it!

Aunt Ping, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but chuckle.

“Aunt Ping,” Sheng Fang suddenly turned around, “you should try some too.”

Aunt Ping's smile froze instantly: "Cough cough cough..."

"Aunt Ping, why don't you give it a try..."

"I know, I know, young master, I'll eat in a bit."

Aunt Ping almost broke out in a cold sweat; it took her a lot of effort to finally see this little tyrant out the door.

The sun was shining brightly, and Zhu Qing led Sheng Fang and her children to the zoo.

The carriage echoed with nursery rhymes that had just been learned in kindergarten.

Zhu Qing remembered that the last time she went on a trip like this was when she went to Liyuan Amusement Park.

Back then, Rong Zimei brought the nursery rhyme "Moonlight" to the police station to report the crime. Zeng Yongshan called, and Sheng Fang answered. The melody of the nursery rhyme still seems to linger in my ears, but in the blink of an eye, several months have passed.

As soon as they entered the zoo, the children ran around excitedly.

Traveling with energetic children is exhausting, but luckily Zhu Qing is just as energetic. They chased each other in front of the monkey mountain, with the "Powerpuff Girl" ultimately emerging victorious.

Shengfang, panting and exhausted, was suddenly drawn to two monkeys.

The little monkey nestled in the big monkey's arms, lazily basking in the winter sun.

"Qingzai," Fangfang looked up with her innocent little face and asked in her childish voice, "Could they also be my niece and uncle?"

Are you serious?

Of course!

The little hands, blooming brightly, cupped around their mouths like tiny trumpets, as if chatting with old friends: "Are you guys...?"

The monkeys, big and small, seemed not to hear, not even turning their heads.

Fangfang puffed out her cheeks and put her little hands on her hips.

"How rude!" Zhu Qing spoke up for him.

“Qingzai,” Sheng Fang said earnestly, “monkeys can’t talk.”

...

When the extended family lived together, there were several dedicated drivers on standby. Now, only Uncle Nian is there, and he no longer lives there permanently, only coming when needed. His work hours are completely coordinated with Sheng Peirong's schedule; he's available whenever she calls.

Zhu Qing's work gradually became less demanding, while Sheng Peirong's schedule became increasingly packed.

But the matter of rehabilitation cannot be delayed.

Just like Zhu Qing was caught sneaking out of the house not long ago, now it's Sheng Peirong's turn to be caught red-handed.

"It's time for rehabilitation." Sheng Fang blocked the stairwell. "Someone's not listening to the doctor."

"I've fully recovered," Sheng Peirong tried to bargain. "Could you make an exception and let me go back to the company first?"

"No way!" Sheng Fang said firmly, shaking her little head like a rattle drum.

Zhu Qing knew the road to the Jianuoan Sanatorium all too well.

During those days, the uncle and nephew practically treated this place as their second home.

The nurses' station was bustling with activity because of their arrival.

The blossoms, like a cheerful little sparrow, greeted every medical worker warmly.

Dean Luo, Dr. Li, Sister Mandy, Sister Lulu, Nurse Shen, and Nurse Dai… Even after several months, Sheng Fang could still call out everyone's names accurately. He even remembered the matter of sending the banner of appreciation, checking it carefully like a little inspector.

"Of course I gave it to her." Zhu Qing pinched his little nose. "When has your older sister ever been careless in her work?"

In addition to the customized banners, Sheng Peirong also established a special fund for the rehabilitation of vegetative state patients and assigned people to follow up on their cases.

Sheng Peirong was sincerely grateful to He Jia'er, who had helped them find their child, and personally visited him to express her thanks and make proper arrangements for his family. Sadly, this was the last thing she could do for that passionate girl who dreamed of becoming a war correspondent…

Shengfang and Zhu Qing walked together between the familiar ward and office.

Upon returning to the rehabilitation center—

“He said he’d come with me to rehabilitation,” Sheng Peirong muttered to the rehabilitation therapist, “but he left me here all alone…”

Before she could finish speaking, she met two pairs of slightly narrowed eyes.

“Speaking ill of others.” Sheng Fang crossed her short arms.

"We caught them." Zhu Qing replied in tacit agreement.

Sheng Peirong couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After completing the 45-minute rehabilitation training, Sheng Peirong walked down the high steps alone as she left.

Nurse Dai stood at the door and gave her a thumbs up.

“This Nurse Dai,” Sheng Peirong said with a smile after getting on the bus, “is praising me like a child.”

Zhu Qing turned around, paused in fastening her seatbelt, and looked towards the glass door of the sanatorium.

"What are you looking at?" Sheng Peirong turned around following her gaze.

The sunlight was blinding, blurring the reflection in the glass door.

Zhu Qing shook her head and started the car: "I might have misread it."

...

In the quiet time after the case was closed, every ordinary night, Fangfang's home was filled with warm noise.

As the Lunar New Year approached, Aunt Ping, wearing her reading glasses, meticulously listed the New Year's goods in a small notebook, occasionally looking up to discuss it with Sheng Peirong.

Zhu Qing leaned against the study door frame, holding a cup of hot tea.

She used to think that the Spring Festival was just an ordinary holiday, and she would often spend it alone in a quiet and lonely way. Shengfang had no concept of the New Year at all. He was too young. Even when Aunt Ping talked about the time when his mother dressed him in New Year clothes when he was a child, he just tilted his head and his memory was not clear.

But this year is different; they started counting down the days well in advance.

A new chapter is about to begin, and everything is full of anticipation.

Laughter could be heard from the living room from time to time, while in the study, Zhu Qing's typing could be heard intermittently.

"Qingzai, Qingzai! I want to buy the biggest, biggest fireworks!" Shengfang kicked her short legs over. "Shall we set off fireworks together in the yard?"

"Okay," Zhu Qing replied without looking up.

The little boy rested his round chin on the edge of the table: "Are you replying to Dr. Cheng's email? What are you talking about!"

Using both hands and feet, he climbed onto the swivel chair.

His fingers tapped lightly on the keyboard, a few times, while his hands cradled the little chubby face.

Typing is so hard!

"So many words." Sheng Fang held the mouse and clicked aimlessly.

The cursor inadvertently landed on the outbox page.

The text on the screen was not like a cold, hard document report; it was more like telling a story: how a mother and son in Sacred Heart Manor found hope and light amidst regret.

"Let's go out and play!" Shengfang's little face scrunched up on the edge of the table. "Why do we have so much to say?"

Zhu Qing's fingers hovered over the keyboard.

In their back-and-forth email exchanges, they typed out so much about their recent lives, and every word was filled with the warmth of everyday moments.

"Coco, you go back to your own business." Sheng Peirong came in upon hearing the noise, grabbing her underling and pulling him out. "Don't meddle in other people's business!"

Fangfang was dragged away, still looking resentful.

"How can you consider my niece's affairs as mere trivial matters!"

...

The mini tricycle, now fully grown, has finally shed its training wheels and transformed into a real two-wheeled bicycle.

He's really about to become a big kid.

As promised, Uncle Nian taught Sheng Fang how to ride a bicycle. But he soon discovered that teaching his employer's child to ride a bicycle was completely different from teaching his own child. This was a young master, and he couldn't afford to bump into him. Uncle Nian was sweating profusely as he taught, bending over and holding onto the bicycle tightly. After one ride, he was so tired that he couldn't straighten up.

The young master had his two little feet on the pedals, looking nervous, and even forgot to pedal.

Sheng Peirong couldn't stand it and waved her hand, telling Uncle Nian not to force himself.

Shengfang then set her sights on Zhu Qing.

"Qingzai, Qingzai, can you be my cycling instructor?"

Aunt Ping muttered to herself, she had only ever heard that driving lessons would be taught by instructors, but she never imagined that even a bicycle at the young master's house would require a personal instructor. And he was doing it with such seriousness, taking out the "Road User's Manual" that Zhu Qing had taken during her driving lessons and studying it earnestly.

"I'm very strict." Zhu Qing raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to learn from me?"

"Absolutely certain!"

The blooming flower circled around the two-wheeled bicycle, as if it could already see how majestic it would be when it galloped around the courtyard.

He stepped onto the vehicle, and just as he was about to place his little feet on the pedals under Zhu Qing's guidance, he and the vehicle fell over.

Sure enough, it's about to be flattened.

The first time, Fangfang smashed it.

The second time, he listened to Qingzai's advice, learned from his experience, and managed to pedal half a circle before crashing and falling flat on his face again.

By the third time, Shengfang's face was puffed up like a steamed bun, and she plopped down on the lawn, unwilling to get up.

"Are you going to give up?" Zhu Qing squatted down beside him, deliberately drawing out her voice.

In the past, such a provocation would have definitely made Shengfang jump up.

But he is no longer that impatient three-year-old!

Fangfang brushed the grass clippings off her knees and calmly said, "Yes."

Zhu Qing's prepared words suddenly stalled.

Shengfang Baby coldly pushed the small bicycle that had fallen to the ground: "You can go now."