Su Niannian's hand holding the soup spoon stopped in mid-air, and her lips trembled slightly.
Chen Fang quickly picked up a piece of chicken wing and put it in Su Qian's bowl. "Qian Qian, these are your favorite cola chicken wings. They won't taste good if they get cold."
But Su Qian refused to give in, "Grandma, why do other people have fathers, but my brother and I don't?"
Su Huaishan put down his chopsticks heavily, "Children, don't talk while eating!"
The two children were frightened and Su Qian's eyes immediately turned red.
Su Niannian quickly hugged the two children in her arms and comforted them softly, "Grandpa is not mean to you, it's just..."
She was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to explain.
Chen Fang sighed, winked at her husband, and then softly said to the children, "Every family is different. You have a mother, a grandmother, and a grandfather who love you. Aren't you also very happy?"
Su Qian pouted, "But..."
Su Niannian forced a smile and said, "How about this, Mommy will take you to the amusement park this weekend, okay?"
"Really? I want to ride the carousel!" Su Qian's attention was immediately diverted.
Su Mo also raised his head and asked in a low voice: "Can I eat it?"
"sure."
Su Niannian kissed her son's forehead, but her heart felt like a huge stone was pressing on it.
She looked up at her parents, and all three of them had deep worry in their eyes.
After dinner, Chen Fang cleaned up the dishes neatly, while Su Huaishan wiped the table carefully with a rag.
Chen Fang said worriedly, "Nian Nian didn't eat much just now. Was she angry with her aunt?"
Su Huaishan sighed, "That couple just can't stand seeing others doing well. Nian Nian's clinic is doing well now, and her two children are smart, so they're jealous."
At the same time, Su Niannian was sitting on the cushion in the children's room, watching the two children busy themselves.
Su Qian was holding her pink ukulele, sitting cross-legged on the carpet, shaking her head and humming a song.
"Mom, I sang "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" to the kids in kindergarten today!" Su Qian said excitedly.
Her little hands casually plucked the strings, "Teacher Wang said my voice is like a little yellow oriole!"
Su Niannian gently touched her daughter's head. "Qianqian is the best. Do you want to play 'Little Bunny' for Mom?"
"good!"
Su Qian immediately sat up straight, posing with her chubby little hands, "But mommy has to sing with me!"
On the other side, Su Mo was staring at the laptop intently, his brows tightly furrowed.
He suddenly looked up and said, "Mom, the backtest results of this automated trading strategy are not right. The yield curve is too far from the expected value."
Su Niannian walked over quickly, and when she saw the contents of the screen clearly, her pupils suddenly shrank.
It was a complete quantitative trading system interface, with the stock account balance showing six digits.
What shocked her even more was that she recognized this account. It was the one her father said he lost so much money last year that he didn't want to use it anymore.
"Momo, this is...Grandpa's stock account?"
"Um!"
Su Mo nodded excitedly, "Grandpa said he didn't want any, so I used the New Year's money to continue playing. Look, Mom, it's gone from 10,000 to 100,000!"
Su Niannian clicked on the transaction record with trembling fingers.
Those precise buying and selling points, and those just right position controls, are simply at the level of a professional trader.
"Who taught you these codes?" Her voice was a little tense.
Su Mo turned around and pulled out two books from the bookshelf, "Basics of Quantitative Analysis" and "Introduction to Stock Investment", the pages of which were covered with crooked notes.
Su Niannian took the computer and her fingers flew uncontrollably on the keyboard.
Those complex programming skills flow from your fingertips as naturally as breathing.
She quickly found several logical flaws in her son's strategy.
“Mom is awesome!”
Su Mo suddenly reached out to help her tuck her falling hair behind her ears.
This gentle action made Su Niannian's heart tremble violently.
She stared at her son in amazement. This thoughtful gesture was definitely not something that would be taught in kindergarten.
In a trance, it seemed as if a pair of big hands had combed her hair like this countless times.
The fingers on the keyboard curled up unconsciously, and the knuckles turned slightly white.
"Momo..."
Her voice was a little hoarse, "Tell mom, how do you know all this?"
"It's just... if these lines go up, buy; if they go down, sell."
Su Mo pointed at the screen and said seriously, "I also let the computer help me remember when to buy and when to sell."
Su Niannian's heart was shocked.
This is clearly the market sense that only top traders possess, but now it appears in a four-year-old child.
She stroked her son's hair and her heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Could it be that this child's talent was inherited from his father whom he had never met?
Who is that man who only exists in genes?
"Mom!" Su Qian ran over with a ukulele in her arms, "It's time for me to play 'Little Rabbit'!"
Su Niannian collected her thoughts and looked into her daughter's expectant eyes. "Okay, Mom will be right there."
Su Qian immediately straightened her body, and her chubby fingers danced flexibly on the strings.
She started learning piano at the age of three, and now she can play the rock version of "Little Rabbit" adapted by her mother quite well.
"Little—rabbit—good—good—"
Su Qian's drawn-out singing voice and sonorous strumming of the strings, coupled with her spontaneous head-shaking movements, made her look like a mini rock singer.
Su Niannian clapped her hands to the rhythm, but ripples appeared in her heart.
She doesn’t remember learning song arrangements at all, but the skills just came naturally.
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