Ye Zhiguo certainly understood what Shen Yanhong meant; he had mentioned it last night, and it was indeed something that couldn't be delayed any longer.

He originally wanted to secretly transfer Ye Lan and her brother's household registration to Ye Qingqing's name, but he was not the head of household, so the head of household had to come forward to complete the procedures. Even if he was Ye Qingqing's father, it wouldn't make a difference.

Ye Zhiguo was troubled. He knew that Ye Qingqing didn't like Ye Hua and her brother and would definitely not agree to let them move here. Ye Zhiguo hesitated for a long time. Recently, he saw Ye Qingqing often buying good food. Although she didn't say it was for Ye Hua, most of the good food ended up in Ye Hua's stomach. Ye Qingqing didn't say a word.

This pleased Ye Zhiguo, who thought Ye Qingqing was subtly expressing her apology.

She must have felt guilty because she made Ye Hua stay in bed for more than half a month.

Ye Zhiguo felt that his opportunity had come. He could take advantage of her apology to get Ye Qingqing to agree to change her household registration.

"Qingqing, Dad has something to tell you," Ye Zhiguo said with a smile.

"Um……"

Ye Qingqing ate in silence, without looking up.

"Here's the thing, Xiaotong's household registration is at the factory, and I'm thinking of transferring Xiaotong's household registration to Fuai Road. What do you think?" Ye Zhiguo asked, trying to get the ball rolling by testing the waters with Ye Tong first.

Ye Qingqing raised an eyebrow. She hadn't expected Ye Zhiguo to talk about transferring the household registration and bringing Xiaotong over. Of course, she had no objection, but was this really Ye Zhiguo's only purpose?

"Of course, no problem."

Ye Qingqing waited for Ye Zhiguo to continue. She already had a general idea: Ye Hua was thirteen years old and would be entering junior high school in the second half of the year. The junior high school in Qianjin Factory was not as good as the junior high school on Fuai Road; the difference was huge.

In her past life, it seems that Ye Zhiguo transferred Ye Hua's household registration to her name, and it also seems that Ye Lan's was registered under her name. At that time, she listened to Ye Zhiguo's every word.

Now... of course I won't do anything stupid again!

Ye Zhiguo chuckled a few times before finally mentioning Ye Hua and her brother, "Xiao Hua will be starting junior high school in the second half of the year. Our No. 2 Middle School is quite good. If she can go to school here, Xiao Hua will have a brighter future. Qingqing, you'll have company at school too..."

Ye Qingqing listened calmly to Ye Zhiguo finish speaking, just as she had in her previous life.

She really cares about other people's sons!

“Dad, Xiaotong hasn’t started school yet,” Ye Qingqing said abruptly.

Ye Zhiguo was taken aback, looked at Ye Tong, and frowned, saying, "The school refuses to accept Xiao Tong."

“There are special schools.” Ye Qingqing’s eyes turned cold.

Normal schools would certainly not accept Xiaotong, but special schools would definitely accept her, it's just that the tuition is more expensive, and Ye Zhiguo is reluctant to spend the money.

Ye Zhiguo was in a dilemma. Of course he knew about special schools and had even inquired about them. There were several special schools in Pingjiang City, but the best one was run by foreigners. He hadn't even bothered to ask about it, as he had heard the tuition was shockingly expensive.

He inquired about another public school, which was also expensive, costing over a thousand yuan per semester. Ordinary schools only cost a few dozen yuan per semester, which he couldn't bear to pay.

Besides, it doesn't matter whether a fool studies or not; he can't possibly get into university, can he?

Ye Zhiguo had already planned that when Ye Tong grew up, he would spend money to buy him a wife and give him a monthly allowance. That would be the best way to treat his biological son well!

“Qingqing, those special schools are expensive, costing several thousand yuan a year, which is unaffordable for most families,” Shen Yanhong explained.

Ye Qingqing said coldly, "You can afford to support other people's sons, but you can't support your own son?"

Ye Zhiguo and Shen Yanhong's faces turned pale, and they felt a tightness in their chests.

Ye Qingqing continued, "I have no objection to transferring Xiaotong's household registration, but Ye Hua and Ye Lan can be exempted. This house belongs to my mother. Dad, you brought your illegitimate son born to that bastard woman to live in my mother's house, and now you want to transfer his household registration here. Are you trying to make my mother feel too comfortable down there?"