Chapter 98 Winter Vacation Arrives

Half an hour later, Wen Su brought Bian Ji home.

Bian Ji got into his family's car after school as usual today, and was surprised to find Wen Su sitting in the car as well.

Upon learning that his father and mother had returned to China together, Bian Ji did not show any emotion on the surface, but Wen Su could see that her son was much more relaxed, with a hint of joy and lightness in his eyes.

"Brother Ji, Aunt Wen, you're back!"

When Lu Yinzhao saw the two enter the house, he hurriedly ran to greet them. He seemed to have completely integrated into the family, like a little mascot.

Wen Su was overjoyed to see Lu Yinzhao.

She went up to her and hugged Zhao Zhao tightly, exclaiming, "Oh my! Zhao Zhao has grown taller again, my sweet baby!"

Lu Yinzhao loved hearing people praise him for "growing taller," and his big eyes instantly curved into crescent shapes.

Bian Ji also saw Bian Huarong, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, and walked to the man's side, calling out softly, "Dad..."

When Bian Huarong saw her youngest son coming over, her expression softened a little. "Hmm, you must be tired. Put down your schoolbag and go get some water."

Bian Huarong was filled with emotion. Time really flies. Her youngest son has grown into a handsome young man. In a few more years, he will definitely catch up with his brother in height.

Maybe it really is time to retire sooner...

Bian Huarong missed Bian Ji's childhood and growth process. By the time she realized it now, the child was already so grown up.

Now that you're in junior high, you have your own privacy and little secrets, so... is your rebellious phase coming soon?

They had dinner at home tonight. Wen Su and Bian Huarong had just returned to China, and Bian Nan was busy talking to her parents, so she didn't cook herself and had the housekeeper do it.

A home-style meal of five dishes and one soup was laid out on the table, its aroma filling the air.

“It’s been a long time since our family has eaten together. Come on, let’s have a drink first.” Bian Huarong raised her glass first.

When the four cups touched each other, another cup containing juice weakly stuck to it.

Lu Yinzhao looked up shyly: "I'm not your child, can we have a toast?"

The four of them were stunned for a moment, then they all laughed.

Bian Huarong and Wen Su burst out laughing.

"Sure, of course! Zhao Zhao, I've long considered you my godson. Anyway, Yin Song isn't back, so you're in our family now, so you're our little one."

Wen Su cupped Lu Yinzhao's cute little face and rubbed it repeatedly, as if she were kneading a white dough.

Upon seeing this scene, Bian Huarong suddenly remembered what Bian Nan had said earlier.

The eldest son said... let them have another one.

In this situation, Zhao Zhao really seems like the third child who was born into their family.

Bian Huarong shook her head and smiled, clearing her mind of the jumbled thoughts, and put a chicken leg on Bian Ji's and Lu Yinzhao's plates.

"You all work hard at school, so eat more."

Even though Bian Huarong has now become a successful entrepreneur, she still feels that the days when she studied hard in her youth were very difficult and tiring.

Both children were at the age of rapid growth, and Bian Huarong doted on them exceptionally.

As for the larger one...

Bian Huarong put a chicken wing on his plate, hoping that her eldest son would soar to great heights. In the future, many things in this family would be managed by Bian Nan. Bian Huarong was determined to cultivate her eldest son to take over the Bian family and become the core pillar of the Bian family in the future.

That night, Lu Yinzhao sat on Bian Ji's bed as usual, reading comics.

Bian Ji was reviewing his notes at his desk, preparing for tomorrow's exam.

"Brother Aji, my mother and fourth brother are coming back tomorrow, so I have to go home," Lu Yinzhao suddenly said.

Bian Ji paused in turning the pages of the book, and simply murmured an "Mmm".

A strange sense of melancholy and loss quietly crept into my heart.

"But I'll still come to see you during the day. Once you're on vacation, I'll come every day!"

Lu Yinzhao changed the subject and added this sentence with a smile.

This made Bian Ji feel a little better.

"Okay," he replied.

*

The following evening.

Yin Song rushed back from out of town and went straight to the Bian family's house.

"Mommy's little darling! Let Mommy give you a kiss, I've missed you so much, baby!"

When Yin Song saw Lu Yin Zhao, he kissed and hugged her repeatedly.

She touched her son's little face repeatedly.

Huh? It seems like you've gained a little weight again.

It seems the Bian family has raised her Zhaozhao very well.

That's what he was thinking, but Yin Song didn't dare say it out loud. His child was older and more concerned about saving face.

Yin Song and Wen Su exchanged pleasantries for a while, then Yin Song greeted Bian Huarong, thanked Bian Nan, and then left with Zhao Zhao.

Before leaving, Lu Yinzhao waved to Bian Ji, "See you tomorrow, Brother Ji!"

"Okay, see you tomorrow," Bian Ji replied with a faint smile.

Back at his own home, Lu Yinzhao was more relaxed than at the Bian family's house, and could do whatever he wanted.

I used to be more mindful of my manners and image when I was at Bian Ji's house.

He was running around in the living room, sometimes clinging to his mother and talking, sometimes rolling onto the sofa, making a mess of his clothes and hair.

Yin Song looked at her excited youngest son and covered her mouth, laughing non-stop.

"Mom, I watched your competition. You're still in first place! That's amazing! Mom is the best!"

"You read it?" Yin Song asked, somewhat surprised.

She hadn't told Lu Yinzhao about participating in the show, and she never expected that Zhaozhao would follow her online.

"Yes, Mom, you look so beautiful on stage. Please keep singing, okay?" Lu Yinzhao hugged Yin Song's arm and rubbed against her like a kitten.

"Don't you think I'm always working and don't have time to spend with you?" Yin Song patted Zhao Zhao's fluffy little head.

"No, Mom, you were born for the stage, so please don't give up the stage to take care of me, okay?"

Yin Song froze for a moment, and his nose tingled slightly.

It's unbelievable that Zhao Zhao would say such touching and mature words. My Zhao Zhao... she's such a sweetheart.

At that moment, Yin Song hugged her adorable baby tightly and nodded, "Yes, Mommy promises you, I won't give up the stage. Mommy will keep singing until I can't sing anymore."

Returning to the stage, Yin Song felt a mix of emotions, both complicated and excited. Her muscle memory told her that nothing had changed, and everything could continue, just like before, allowing her to pursue what she loved and was passionate about.

Not long after, Lu Cheng also returned.

He threw down his backpack, rushed over, and lifted Lu Yinzhao into the air.

That familiar movement...

His fourth brother seemed to particularly like lifting him up high; that's what happened when he was two years old.

"Slow down! Don't drop Zhaozhao!" Yin Song was as worried as ever.

After all, Lu Cheng is sometimes too reckless, and Yin Song can't do anything about him.

"Don't worry, Mom, I've been working out. Haven't you noticed how much stronger I've become?"

Lu Yinzhao also took the opportunity to reach out and press it; it was indeed a bit firmer than before.

"I want to lift Zhaozhao as much as I can while I still can, otherwise in a few years I won't be able to lift her anymore."

When Lu Cheng said this, his eyes were filled with reluctance.

He couldn't bear to see his adorable younger brother grow up...

The thought that Zhao Zhao might grow to be about the same height as him filled Lu Cheng with mixed emotions.

Human babies grow both slowly and quickly.

Before his son could walk, he wondered why he wasn't growing up faster. Now that his son can read and write, he longs for time to slow down.

Seeing that Lu Cheng was still staring at him in a daze, with the other's expression sometimes sentimental and sometimes conflicted, Lu Yinzhao wondered what the chuunibyou boy was imagining again.

"Fourth brother, can you put me down now?"

He was quite tired from being held up the whole time.

Lu Cheng only came to her senses when she heard Lu Yinzhao's voice, and then helped her younger brother sit down on the sofa.

He looked concerned about his younger brother and said, "Zhaozhao, winter vacation has started, right? You have to do your winter vacation homework? Are there any questions you don't know how to answer? Your fourth brother can teach you."

Yin Song chimed in, "Zhao Zhao's grades are much better than yours were when you were a kid, why would she need you to teach her?"

This kid just got into university, is he planning to brag about it for the rest of his life?

Lu Yinzhao certainly didn't have any questions he couldn't answer, but seeing how enthusiastic his fourth brother was, he deliberately took out a piece of paper from his schoolbag.

Here is a rather perplexing elementary school math Olympiad problem. The answer to this type of problem is relatively simple, but if you think about it with an adult's mindset, it's easy to fall into a misconception and thus find it difficult to solve.

"Fourth brother, I don't know how to do this question, can you help me?" Lu Yinzhao chuckled mischievously as he pushed the paper and pen in front of Lu Cheng.

Lu Cheng confidently picked up the pen and laughed, "Leave it to me, I'll solve it for you in two seconds!"

However, ten minutes later, Lu Yinzhao had already finished a small bag of snacks, while the boy was still scratching his head in front of that piece of paper.

Lu Cheng glanced at Zhao Zhao guiltily, "Um... it's not that I don't know how to do it, I'm just trying to help you think of the optimal solution."

"Oh, so what's the answer?" Lu Yinzhao asked deliberately.

"..." Lu Cheng was almost frantic.

Surely not? He can't possibly not even do elementary school math problems, can he?

Is this a question that a first-grader should be asked?

He smacked his head hard.

You're so dense! Think of something!

Yin Song also found it funny. At first, she thought Lu Cheng was faking it, but now she realized that the other party really hadn't done it.

"Stop making a fuss. You have your own talents. There's no need to take what Zhao Zhao is learning too seriously."

"No, I can do it! This question is very simple, I just got stuck for a moment!" Lu Cheng said firmly.

Lu Yinzhao found it quite amusing to tease Lu Cheng, but he couldn't bear to go too far.

So I leaned over and subtly guided him.

In fact, Lu Cheng was almost at the answer, but he hadn't figured out the logical order.

Lu Yinzhao pointed to a few places, and Lu Cheng immediately answered the question.

"So that's how it is! I got it! Yes, that's the number!"

Lu Yinzhao clapped her hands, "Wow, Fourth Brother is so smart! Thank you, Fourth Brother!"

Lu Cheng had no idea what the little guy was thinking. After being praised by Lu Yinzhao, he was still very proud and said as if it were a matter of course, "Oh, it's nothing. If you have any more questions like this in the future, just come to me!"

Yin Song shook his head and smiled, muttering, "Only Zhao Zhao is willing to cooperate with you..."

Yin Song saw through it but didn't say anything, letting the two brothers bicker with each other.

...

Two days later, Bian Ji finally finished his exams and officially started his winter vacation.

A few days later, Lu Yuan returned home as scheduled.

He had previously said that he would take Lu Yinzhao out to play during the winter break.

After returning home this time, I specifically asked Zhaozhao if there was any place she particularly wanted to go.

Lu Yinzhao was watching TV. He didn't know where to go. As long as he could go out and have fun with Bian Ji, he felt it didn't matter where they went.

Just then, the TV showed a scene from a ski resort, where an instructor in a ski suit gracefully leaped down the slope.

"Go here!" Lu Yinzhao pointed with her small hand.

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Author's Note: Zhao Zhao: I post something every day, but not today. [Lower-eared rabbit head]

Bian Ji: ... (not laughing) [shrugs]