Zhu Qianying sat motionless on the bed like a statue, and several minutes later, his deep, hoarse voice seemed to still linger in the room.
When she finally came to her senses and thought about it carefully, she realized all the strange things he had done that night.
She didn't believe that his special trip to tell her so much was just to put her mind at ease.
She vaguely guessed the purpose of his words tonight, but she wasn't quite sure.
...
The next morning, after Zhu Qianying finished washing up, she saw the father and son, both wearing matching tracksuits, returning from outside. Without asking, she knew they had just gone to the small park downstairs to exercise.
"Good morning, Mommy!"
The little guy has sharp eyes and spotted Zhu Qianying at a glance.
"Good morning, baby!"
Lately, getting the little guy out of bed has become a major problem. He'll stay in bed until Zhu Qianying threatens him that if he doesn't get up, she'll throw him back to the US alone, and only then will he reluctantly get up.
Actually, Zizai's sleep used to be very regular, but since he started school, his habit of staying in bed longer has become more and more obvious.
"Mommy, Grandma and Grandpa Bai went to practice Tai Chi. She asked you to cook breakfast."
Ever since Bai Shao's family moved to the neighborhood, my mom's life seems to have become more and more colorful.
What would you like to eat?
Only then did Zhu Qianying take a proper look at Young Master Yan, who had entered the room with the little guy.
"Braised beef noodles!" the father and son said in unison.
These two are really starting to look more and more alike.
"Mommy, I'm coming back to stay tonight."
As they were leaving, the little guy made a point of talking to Zhu Qianying.
Zhu Qianying glanced at Yan Shao, who was carrying his schoolbag in one hand and holding him in the other.
Young Master Yan shrugged innocently, "Don't look at me, I'm going to Beijing on a business trip today!"
If it wasn't Yan Shao who instigated it, why is the young master suddenly so eager to stay here? Isn't he usually quite casual about it?
Zhu Qianying's confusion was finally answered when the little one got home from school in the evening.
Bai Xiaolu's school enrollment problem was quickly resolved by Yan Shao, and she was able to attend the first grade at a primary school near the community according to the school district.
She attends a public school and gets out of school earlier than Zizai. However, because her school is close to where she lives, when Zizai returns to the restaurant after school, Bai Xiaolu is already sitting in a corner doing her homework.
"Little Egret!"
As soon as the young master entered the restaurant, he looked around and saw the little girl engrossed in her homework. He then slung his schoolbag over his shoulder and ran happily down the path.
Xiao Lu raised her head, her focused gaze shifting from the book to the young master's face.
"Um?"
The young master first looked at her face, then at her hands. Seeing that she was holding a pen, he frowned slightly. "Doesn't your hand hurt anymore?"
Xiao Lu turned her gaze back to the textbook.
"It's nothing, it doesn't hurt anymore..." the little girl said dismissively, pouting.
She said she wasn't in pain, but her hands were still wrapped in gauze.
The young master ignored her answer, threw his schoolbag onto the chair next to him, dragged over another chair, nimbly climbed onto it, and snatched her books and notebooks.
"Yan Xu! What are you doing?" The little girl raised her eyebrows, getting anxious!
After the young master's name was uttered by that enlightened monk in the capital, the only time the police officers mentioned it most often was when registering the household registration at the police station.
Normally, this name is used almost zero times among relatives and friends.
But ever since Bai Xiaolu appeared, the frequency of this name has suddenly increased.
"Bai Xiaolu, I'll do your homework for you!"
The young master said angrily, snatching the pen from Bai Xiaolu's hand.
Bai Xiaolu glared at him with her big, round eyes.
"Who asked you for help? Give it back!" With that, the bandaged hand was already stretched out in front of the young master.
The young master ignored her ungratefulness, glanced at the questions in his workbook, and picked up his pen to write.
"Yanxu! I'm warning you, if you don't return my homework, I'm cutting ties with you!"
The young master ignored the girl's threats and continued writing with his head down.
Seeing that she couldn't scare him, Bai Xiaolu leaned closer to look at him a few times, then pouted with a look of disgust.
"Tsk, Yan Xu, are you really helping me or are you harming me?"
The young master looked up and glared at the little girl. "Who's hurting you! If it weren't for your injured hand, I wouldn't bother with you!"
The two little ones stared at each other, neither willing to give in.
"You're still being stubborn! Look at what you've written! It's not writing, it looks like earthworms crawling around!"
It must be said that Bai Xiaolu's description was not an exaggeration; Zizai's handwriting is indeed quite ugly.
Because, although he started learning to read and write at a very young age, neither Zhu Qianying nor Chen Jing ever asked him to write or practice writing. Therefore, he could speak and recognize characters, but he could not write them.
He started writing seriously after he went to school, which was only a little over a month ago. You can imagine how bad his handwriting was.
In contrast, Bai Xiaolu often went to class with Bai Shao when she was two or three years old. While Bai Shao was listening to the lecture, the little girl would have a fairy tale book, a pen and a notebook spread out in front of her. The little girl, who was only a tiny bit old, often sat on the university's desk at a young age, quietly writing and drawing with a pen and paper. As a result, she not only knew a lot of characters, but she could also write them, and she wrote them quite neatly.
When the young master's worm-like handwriting is placed next to the little girl's neat handwriting, it is indeed incredibly ugly in comparison.
"Tch, Bai Xiaolu, you're so lame! This isn't an earthworm, it's wild cursive script!"
The young master, who inherited his father Yan Daye's arrogance and narcissism, was not angry at all when he was scolded for his ugly handwriting. Instead, he proudly pointed at the worm-like characters crawling all over the notebook and showed off.
Bai Xiaolu doesn't care whether it's earthworm-like or wild cursive; all she knows is that she finally found a school to attend and can't let her mother worry anymore.
Mommy will be very sad if I don't do my homework well and the teacher complains.
"Yanxu, please, I'm begging you! Give me back my homework, I can do it myself! If the teacher finds out I had someone else do my homework, I'll be punished by copying it a hundred times."
When the threats failed, the little girl switched to a softer tone.
This was the first time the little girl had ever given in to the young master Zizai since they had known each other for so long. The young master, who was always more responsive to gentle persuasion than force, looked at her suspiciously a few times.
After weighing the options, the young master finally obediently pushed his workbook and textbook back to Bai Xiaolu.
Here you go! How boring!
The young master, whose good intentions had been wasted, grumbled in dissatisfaction, jumped down with a "thump," grabbed his schoolbag, and ran away.
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