The two talked about Zhu Qianying's return to the United States and then about Zizai going to school.
"By the way, I mentioned Zizai's situation to the principal the other day. The principal said that Zizai could take a test, and if he was willing, he could be placed in a class according to his actual academic level."
Both Yan Shao and Zhu Qianying had skipped grades during their school years, so they understood that putting the little guy in the middle class of kindergarten as usual might not be a good thing for him.
"Yes, Beibei Guoguo is the same, she's in fourth grade now."
The twins in the Ji family also inherited the family's high intelligence, and in terms of education, they were not too bound by traditional education models.
"Mommy, Zizai wants to go to first grade."
The little guy, who had been nestled obediently in Zhu Qianying's arms like a heater, finally spoke up.
"Okay, then let's start first grade."
The new semester will begin after the Spring Festival. However, Young Master Yan feels that his son could easily skip to the third or fourth grade, let alone the first grade.
"Ying'er, I have a suggestion regarding Zizai's schooling."
After enjoying the view from the backyard, the three elders slowly strolled back, took off their shoes, climbed onto the platform, and sat down against the wall.
Zhu Qianying looked at Madam Yan, who had made the suggestion, and handed her a cup of tea. "Auntie, please speak."
Madam Yan took a sip of water from her cup to moisten her throat. "We have no objection to where Zizai stays, but when he stays with you, could the driver pick him up and drop him off?"
"I remember the school has a school bus, right?" Zhu Qianying looked at Yan Han. She seemed to have heard the principal mention this, but she wasn't sure.
Yan Han nodded. "Yes, there is a school bus service, but Mom's intention is probably for safety reasons!"
"Yes, that's right." Old Madam Yan was indeed considering things from a safety perspective.
Zhu Qianying never dared to be careless when it came to her son's affairs. After thinking about it briefly, she nodded in agreement.
"Alright, let's do as you say, Auntie."
Whether it's the Yi family, the Zhu family, or the Zhu family, they will definitely be looking for an opportunity to do something, so it's normal for everyone to be so careful.
After the elders sat down, the little guy changed his lazy young master demeanor from before. He crawled out of Zhu Qianying's arms and walked around in front of the three elders. After a while, he brought one of them a cup of tea, saying, "Grandpa, have some tea."
After a while, they brought her a piece of fruit, saying, "Grandma, have some fruit."
A little while later, she brought another plate of snacks to another woman, saying, "Grandma, have some snacks."
His attentive and thoughtful manner made the elders very happy and dizzy.
Zhu Qianying naturally understood why the little guy was being more attentive than usual, but she didn't expose him. She just smiled and watched him buzz around in front of the elders like a busy little bee.
The atmosphere immediately changed as soon as the elders sat down. Everyone started talking about interesting things from the past, and the atmosphere became harmonious and pleasant.
Under the cover of night, the lake rippled gently, and a breeze occasionally rustled the wind chimes, producing a melodious tinkling sound. The voices of the people, sometimes loud and sometimes soft, occasionally mingled with bursts of laughter, seemed to blend together into a harmonious and pleasant melody, softly playing and whispering in the shadows of the bamboo.
She tilted her head slightly, her gaze shifting from her mother to Yanbo and his wife. All three elders wore satisfied and happy smiles, and no matter what they were saying, their eyes were invariably fixed on the little one.
Zhu Qianying felt that she was probably a little drunk, because everyone she saw seemed so kind and familiar.
Despite having spent less than a month actually living and working with Yan Bo and his wife, she felt that they were more like her family than the Zhu family.
To determine whether it was her imagination or she was drunk, Zhu Qianying turned her head to look at Yan Han on the other side.
Yan Han's gaze lingered only on Zhu Qianying and her son. When he felt Zhu Qianying's gaze, he turned his attention away from his son.
What met his eyes was her slightly dreamy gaze.
Yan Han's heart tightened. Without thinking, he raised his hand and touched her forehead. "Are you drunk?"
Zhu Qianying smiled at him, then reached out and pulled his hand off her forehead. "No..."
She tried to get rid of his touch, but her hand was enveloped by his warm, large hand. No matter how she struggled, his hand, like a closed clam shell, tightly enveloped her soft hand.
"Zizai, go inside and bring out a blanket."
Young Master Yan is now actually daring to order the little guy around.
Zhu Qianying thought to herself with a hint of sarcasm, unsure whether it was anticipation or something else, she suddenly really wanted to see her son turn around arrogantly and throw a pillow at the young master's face.
Whether it was because the relationship between the father and son had really improved, or because the little guy knew that the quilt was for Zhu Qianying, the little guy obediently responded, turned around, and wiggled his little bottom as he ran into the house.
Soon, the little one brought out a soft blanket, half-squatting in front of Zhu Qianying, his worried gaze falling on her face.
"Here you go!" The blanket was handed to Young Master Yan.
Yan Shao took the blanket, and the little guy placed his small hand on Zhu Qianying's forehead. "Are you really drunk?"
Clearly, he had heard his father's question.
This little guy has really good hearing!
"Don't listen to your daddy's nonsense!" Zhu Qianying said, but instead grabbed her son's hand, gently rubbed it against her face, and then put it to her mouth and took a bite.
"He's not lying, Mommy drank too much tonight..."
The little guy said with a serious and solemn expression, looking just like a little adult.
Zhu Qianying leaned in and kissed the serious little face, then lowered her head and buried her face in the little guy's shoulder, "Because Mommy is happy!"
I'm truly happy that my son can return to this warm family.
Yes, they can enjoy the warmth of a normal family, just like children from other families.
These things are ordinary for most children, but they are precisely what she has never dared to hope for in the past few years.
The little guy will probably never know that because of this, she, as his mother, has always felt a strange sense of indebtedness towards him.
That night, her sense of guilt finally subsided...
I guess I really did drink a bit too much!
Zhu Qianying thought to herself, because she actually had an urge to hug her son and cry her heart out.
It's clearly a happy thing, isn't it?
Why does she want to cry?
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