Ye Zhaoyu quickly sorted out her thoughts and asked Ye Xingwan, "Wanwan, do you know what it means to establish a strong family business?"
Ye Xingwan thought for a while before nodding, looking at Ye Zhaoyu with bright eyes, and answering in a soft, sweet voice, "Mommy, I want to know."
Ye Zhaoyu looked at her delicate and soft daughter and couldn't help but kiss her. She then carried her to the sofa and sat her down before gently asking, "Daughter, Mom wants to ask you, do you wash your own clothes at home?"
"Yes." Ye Xingwan nodded.
"Did you wash your own dishes?" Ye Zhaoyu continued to ask.
Ye Xingwan thought for a moment and immediately nodded, "Yes, yes, yes."
Are you studying diligently?
"Yes, Mom."
"Have you been listening to your teacher and completing your homework on time?"
"Yes, I do. I complete my homework on time every day."
"Our Wanwan is so great! Our Wanwan is a little hero who can hold her family up high." Ye Zhaoyu praised Ye Xingwan and gave her several sweet kisses. "Mommy told you, the first meaning of 'holding up the family up high' is to do your own things and study hard. Wanwan, do you understand the first meaning of 'holding up the family up high' now?"
Ye Xingwan didn't answer immediately. She lowered her head and thought for a while before saying, "I understand, Mom."
"Do you remember how your mother asked you that question?"
"I've got it." Ye Xingwan has a good memory; she can quickly remember anything someone says.
"So next time someone says you can't be the head of the household, just like your mother did, ask them to provide evidence to prove that you can't be the head of the household."
"I understand. Just like Mom said, you have to have evidence for what you say and do, and you can't lie." Ye Xingwan nodded to indicate that she understood.
"Wow, our Wanwan is great. Now let's talk about the money-losing problem."
"Yes, Mom, you can talk, I'm listening carefully." Ye Xingwan's eyes shone with confidence and a bright light.
"Wanwan, did you receive many little red flowers as rewards from your teachers at school?"
Ye Zhaoyu knew that children who behaved well at school received little red flowers every day, three a day, and Ye Xingwan received them almost every day.
"The term 'money-losing goods' means that they don't get the little red flower from the teacher."
"Ah...oh, none of them have ever received a little red flower." Ye Xingwan was only confused for a moment before her eyes lit up again.
"Yes, and when you get good grades on tests, does the teacher give you a notebook as a reward?"
"Yes, yes, yes, their grades are still at the bottom."
"Does it cost money to buy the notebook?"
"I need money," Ye Xingwan replied quickly.
"If you get the notebook, isn't that the same as getting money?"
“Yes.” Ye Xingwan answered quickly, and added, “So they are the ones who lose money, because they don’t have any books.”
"Wanwan is so great, just like that, so our Wanwan is not a money-loser, but Mommy's precious darling."
"Mom is my precious baby too." Ye Xingwan hugged Ye Zhaoyu's neck and kissed her face repeatedly.
"Then isn't Daddy his precious darling?" Ling Yunjue leaned in and hugged the two of them.
“Dad too.” Ye Xingwan turned her head and gave Ling Yunjue a big kiss.
The family's laughter continued.
It was almost 10 o'clock by the time I got Wanwan to sleep.
"We'll postpone our trip south for two days, and then send Wanwan back for two more days of classes first."
Ye Zhaoyu wanted to see everyone cry after Wanwan's taunts.
What a joke! Do you think Ye Zhaoyu's daughter is so easily bullied?
“Okay.” Ling Yunjue had no objections. He only had one daughter, whom he cherished dearly. No one else could call her a worthless brat.
The next afternoon, when Ye Zhaoyu and Ling Yunjue went to pick up Ye Xingwan again, sure enough, many of the unruly children came out crying.
The area around the school gate was mostly filled with grandmothers. Seeing their grandsons crying so sadly, they quickly asked what had happened.
The kids cried and said they weren't a burden.
"Oh dear, my darling, how could you be a money-loser? Who said that? Grandma will take you to settle the score." The old lady in the floral dress said angrily.
The other elderly women shared the same sentiment, wanting to settle scores with someone.
Ye Xingwan also came skipping out at this time, her face full of smiles. She was carrying two notebooks and a few pencils.
"It's her! She said we're the ones who are a money pit!" All the kids pointed at Ye Xingwan and said in unison.
"That's right... ah... let go, you're killing me." The old woman in the floral shirt was about to grab Ye Xingwan's ear when Ye Zhaoyu grabbed her hand.
"Just talk, don't get physical." Ye Zhaoyu gently pushed the old lady away.
Mrs. Lai tried to use the fall to extort money, but soon heard the woman's cold voice again, "Go ahead and fall. I know the director of the military hospital. I'll personally ask him to come and take a look at you to see if you're really injured."
"I... How dare your daughter call my son a money-loser? You're the ones who are money-losers. Apologize to my son right now."
When Old Lady Hua realized her schemes were failing, she turned her attention directly to Ye Zhaoyu.
"You good-for-nothing, did your mother call you that when you were born?" Ye Zhaoyu suddenly asked.
"You..." Old Mrs. Hua suddenly remembered the suffering she endured in her mother's home when she was young, and the suffering she endured after giving birth to two money-losing children after getting married.
"Hey, someone come here! There's someone here who doesn't respect the elderly and care for the young!" Old Mrs. Hua was about to throw a tantrum on the ground.
"Keep crying. I'll have someone call your son over. We'll discuss the issue of respecting the elderly and caring for the young." Ye Zhaoyu didn't care what she said and immediately started talking to her son.
Ye Zhaoyu had a clear goal: to find someone who could solve the problem directly, rather than getting bogged down in a fight with her.
Grandma Hua stopped immediately when she heard that they were looking for her son. She was now relying on her son for support in her old age. Her head was down and she was looking around nervously. After thinking for a while, she decided that it would be best to talk about her child.
"Now let's talk about how your daughter called my grandson a good-for-nothing."
"This is a matter for the younger generation, and it's not appropriate for us adults to interfere. Let them resolve it themselves, and we'll ask the teachers and principal to make the decisions. What do you think?"
The old woman is not a reasonable person, and she scolds more than one person every night. It would be good to let the school teach her how to make decisions at this time.
The old woman choked again. What could she say? This woman looked like a vixen. Why didn't she take the bait? She always had to ask someone else to make the decisions.
"No need to trouble the teacher, we'll handle it ourselves..."
"Auntie, I've already invited the principal and teachers out. Now let's talk about what happened."
Ling Yunjue went to the principal's office early.
The principal was his brother's comrade-in-arms, so it was quite easy for him to meet people. He told him about what happened when he got home last night.
After listening, the principal realized that this phenomenon had always existed in the school. It mainly stemmed from a grandmother who favored sons over daughters, and the men who were away on missions all year round, having no time to discipline their children. Over time, the children were spoiled and raised in a bad way.
The school has been trying to correct this trend, but the results have not been very obvious.
Now that I heard that Ye Xingwan had made several kids who called him a money-loser cry, I got interested and came over to see what was going on and to uphold justice.
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