Chapter 382 Where did the courage come from?: She was afraid.
Lydia had never seen such an energetic person.
She was quite certain that Wang hadn't slept a wink last night.
But this did not affect her at all. Before the film crew arrived, she gave Vladimir detailed instructions, one after another, emphasizing the key points.
After the film crew arrived at the villa, she kept a close eye on everything, offering opinions and suggestions on everything from the shooting angles to the rhythm of the host's questions, constantly directing everyone to make adjustments.
And everyone listened to her.
During a break in filming, Lydia served coffee to her husband and the staff of Channel One.
Lydia watched as her husband picked up his coffee but didn't drink it; instead, he turned to look at her.
She followed her husband's gaze and saw Wang Xiao holding a coffee, discussing something with the head of the news department.
The last rays of the autumn sun in Moscow generously enveloped her, making her radiant.
Lydia was even blinded by the sunlight, and she had to squint before blurting out, almost as if she didn't know what was going on: "She's got so much energy."
Punonin nodded in agreement and added a joke: "They're like they have motors in their bodies. The president's youngest daughter is the same; I heard she works more than 20 hours a day."
Lydia twitched the corners of her mouth, finally fixing it into an upward curve, her voice urgent and fast: "Really? That's really impressive, I mean them, she's really impressive."
Punoning had already taken a sip of coffee. Staying up all night had made his tongue bitter, and now the coffee was even more unbearably bitter. He let out a deep sigh: "It's really terrible."
Good heavens, he felt like a doll in a little girl's hands, being constantly posed in different ways. His hands and feet felt like they were newly attached, completely out of his control.
What's even more terrifying is that this is only the first part. After finishing this cup of coffee, he still has to go on stage as a puppeteer.
What can he do? He's just an actor in this play; he has to follow the director's instructions in everything.
What else can be used to describe this real mastermind besides being terrifying?
After a short coffee break, everyone put down their cups and immediately took their places.
Lydia stood to the side, feeling as if her presence was superfluous at that moment.
There is no place for her.
There was nothing she could do except put those coffee cups back in the kitchen.
Lydia made round and round trips, mechanically performing the duties of a housewife.
She ignored their chattering discussion, and she didn't even look at Wang Xiao as he stepped forward to have Vladimir adjust his collar, even reaching out to smooth it down.
She just kept her head down and did her own thing.
As she finished wiping the table clean and headed back to the kitchen, Ivanov came downstairs.
“Thank God!” she blurted out. “They’re all filming in the courtyard, you should go over there quickly.”
Ivanov paused for a moment, then put on his usual smile: "Do you need my help? I mean, I can do kitchen work too."
“No need!” Lydia refused him decisively. “Go find them in the yard.”
"All right."
Ivanov staggered past.
He didn't disturb the filming or greet anyone; instead, he carried a small stool and sat down next to Wang Xiao.
For someone his height, the bench was far too short for him; his legs were practically bent over.
But this bench allows him to sit down and rest his head directly in Wang Xiao's arms.
Wang Xiao casually put her arm around his head, gently stroking it, and asked in a low voice, "Why aren't you sleeping?"
Ivanov shook his head slightly and said in a low voice, "I can't sleep."
"It's okay." Wang Xiao didn't advise him to close his eyes and rest even if he couldn't sleep. Instead, she made a new arrangement: "After lunch, I'll take a nap with you."
The sunshine at the end of autumn and the beginning of winter is so comfortable. In this season, the sunshine in Moscow is even more enchanting because it is scarce.
Ivanov nodded and leaned against Wang Xiao, watching the interview filming of Punonin in a daze.
Wang Xiao was still muttering to herself, "He absolutely refused to put on a face mask. Just scraping isn't enough."
Fortunately, thanks to the limitations of the era, in 1995, the footage from Russia's Channel One was not in high definition, otherwise the fatigue on his face would have been impossible to hide.
Now, thanks to his mother for giving him such good bone structure, the lighting she painstakingly designed also played a positive role, and the gua sha (scraping therapy) eliminated the swelling after staying up all night, so he is at least presentable when he appears on camera now.
Ivanov chuckled and gestured for Wang Xiao to lean closer and whisper, "He played the lead role in high school and was voted the best actress by the whole school. Ever since then, he's been traumatized."
Wang Xiao shook his head in disapproval: "He should feel proud. He has a poor perspective. Let me tell you, when our Premier Zhou was in school, he was the leading lady in his dramas."
Ivanov chuckled to himself.
Punoning was unaware that he had been attacked by crickets, but even if he had known, there was nothing he could do about the two of them now.
At this very moment, he was putting on a show of acting skills for the camera, saying in a serious tone: "There's something I'd like to clarify, regarding the hostage situation that occurred at the container market in June of this year."
It's normal for the host to have received the interview outline beforehand.
As a high-ranking government official, and one with real power in the military and political sphere, he cannot possibly answer every question.
Even though the questions had been screened, they still piqued the host's curiosity, because he saw that one of the questions on the outline was to clarify the hostage situation.
What needs to be clarified? What does their on-site commander have to clarify? And what kind of earth-shattering news is this?
Speaking to the camera, Punonin said candidly, "On the day we arrived at the scene, we took into account all the information we had gathered and developed a plan, which we then reported back to the Kremlin. In fact, His Excellency the President had planned to go to the scene in person."
The host straightened his back and posed the question that the audience might be concerned about: "But he didn't go. What held our president back?"
“It was us.” Punonin gave him no chance to guess further and gave the answer directly. “After discussing with our on-site commanders and negotiation experts, we believe that it would be best for the President not to appear in front of the kidnappers at that time. Otherwise, it might give the kidnappers the wrong idea and cause more trouble.”
He stretched out his hand, making a pushing motion. "So, we, mainly me, strongly opposed the president coming. In the end, the president could only say, 'Okay, Vlamikl, since you think this is more in the best interest of the hostages' safety, I will cooperate with your arrangements. You are the on-site commander, and I entrust their safety to you. If you need anything, you can call me anytime, and I am ready to go.'"
This wasn't a serious news interview, so the host laughed: "Mr. President, you haven't trusted the wrong person."
Punonin nodded: "Thank God, the result was not bad. It's just that after that, some strange rumors started to appear, unbelievable rumors about why the president didn't show up at the container market that day, and they got more and more absurd as they spread."
He frowned slightly. "I once suggested to the president that we should come forward to clarify this, but the president refused."
The host then posed the question: "Why?"
Everyone knows what the so-called rumors are, such as the president being a coward who doesn't want to take responsibility for the failed rescue, so he simply doesn't go to the scene; or the president having a heart attack from fright and being rushed to the hospital that day; in short, none of them are rumors that are good for his career.
"The president said, let them spread the rumors. Only idle cowards and empty talkers like to fabricate such rumors. What else can they do besides these pointless things?"
He tried his best to mimic the president's tone of voice, then shook his head. "But I feel that the rumors don't seem to have disappeared over time; on the contrary, they seem to be getting worse. I wonder if someone is fueling them. I think it's necessary to clarify this, because it's so absurd. After all, everyone knows how brave our president is."
He led the audience, who were yet to appear behind the camera, in reminiscing about the president's heroic actions during the August 19, 1991 incident.
Under the threat of a large number of troops' guns, the then president stood on a tank, holding a megaphone and calling on all Russians to defend Russia.
How brave he is!
At that time, any Soviet soldier could have shot him if he had raised his gun.
Punonin spoke passionately, but Ivanov sighed softly and whispered to Wang Xiao, "If only he were really that brave."
A person's courage may be limited in a lifetime, but the current president seems to have exhausted his courage.
He just didn't dare to show his face during the hostage situation at the container market.
Wang Xiao reached out and patted Ivan's head, making him purr like a cat, before gently comforting him, "He's had a tough time too, otherwise he wouldn't have invited you to dinner last night."
What a stubborn old man.
It was obvious that he had suffered a heart attack the night before last in the suburbs, which even alarmed high-ranking government officials.
Without a doubt, after he is rescued, the doctor will definitely tell him to rest well.
As a result, yesterday, probably to show that he was alright, and perhaps to deter the various forces engaged in fierce fighting, he went to the Kremlin again on the weekend to entertain Ivanov with dinner.
Then came the subsequent incident of him suddenly having another heart attack.
For a moment, Ivanov felt as if his heart was being squeezed.
But the next second, Wang Xiao gently stroked his back where his heart was, which calmed his heartbeat.
He grumbled in dissatisfaction, "It's a trap, he even tried to swindle me."
Good heavens! The thought of the heavily indebted airlines and power companies, with their deeply entrenched factions and complex interpersonal relationships, made his sleepless night's headache begin to rage.
When he first came back, Wang Xiao was in a hurry to arrange for him to rest, and didn't ask so many questions.
Now that she knows about the airline and power company situation, she thought about it and felt that things weren't so bad as to be beyond repair.
that is--
She gritted her teeth: "He didn't miss a single penny of the $350 million we raised, the central bank's funds."
Fearing that one company wouldn't be able to spend that much money, they simply dumped two companies that had failed to sell at auction together.
Ivanov shared her sentiment: "Exactly, he's a real cunning and treacherous old fox."
He had completely fooled me.
Ironically, they are now doing their utmost to protect him.
Wang Xiao rubbed his head and whispered comfortingly, "You'll get through this."
What else can we do? In Russia today, the various schools of thought and factions are, to put it nicely, a hundred schools of thought contending, but to put it bluntly, it's a complete mess.
Not only do the left and right wings attack each other, but the left and right wings each have three major factions.
Among them, the left wing includes economic monism, optimistic doomsday theory, and democracy supremacy; the right wing includes national protectionism, imperial culturalism, and Eurasianism.
Regardless of the specific programs of these ideologies, understanding that the two radical progressive factions—the optimistic doomsday theorists and the nationalist supremacists—don't care about national sovereignty and unity and are willing to dismember Russia, reveals just how precarious this country truly is.
Even if those on this boat have a thousand or one complaints about the helmsman, they can't just throw him off the boat, because there's simply no one more suitable to helm him right now.
Ivanov whimpered like a cat; he was being pampered and comforted, which made him feel better.
He watched as Punonin continued to try to speak well of the current government.
“We have gone through the worst phase. Just as winter in Russia is always long, but spring will eventually come, I believe we have weathered the most difficult phase.”
He gave examples: "Inflation has been contained, and my wife hasn't complained about soaring prices for a long time. The production slump has slowed down, and I believe that by next year, after the completion of large-scale privatization, production will gradually recover. The fiscal situation has also improved; in the first half of this year, tax revenue exceeded the target by 3.5%."
The host exclaimed in surprise, "It looks like everyone will get their wages!"
Pronin smiled: "As production and operations become more transparent, and those under-the-table transactions are further cracked down on, I believe Russia's fiscal revenue situation will continue to improve. In fact, some privatized companies have already proactively invited the tax authorities to set up offices. The new generation of business owners are very willing to cooperate with the tax authorities and disdain relying on tax evasion to maintain their businesses."
Ivanov gritted his teeth beside him and grumbled in dissatisfaction.
Is he really willing? He and Wang have no choice. There's always a price to pay for clinging to someone's coattails.
Wang Xiao reached into his hair and massaged the acupoints on his head, making him feel so comfortable that he started snoring again.
Punonin praised the current government in every way, saying that they may not be the best, but they are obviously the hardest working.
Working overtime is the norm at the Kremlin and the White House.
Everyone is working hard to make up for lost time as soon as possible.
I believe that once this difficult transition period is over and the path from a planned economy to a market economy is smooth, Russia will definitely get better and better in the future.
Wang Xiao nodded in satisfaction and gave Punoning a thumbs up.
Very good. The speaking pace was neither too fast nor too slow, and the voice was strong and clear. The on-camera presence was also very good.
Punoning secretly breathed a sigh of relief and winked at Wang Xiao, asking if it was time to end this.
God, thank goodness it was cold and he was wearing many clothes, otherwise everyone would have easily seen that his back was soaked with sweat.
He would rather face a gun than a microphone.
However, directors are the people in the world who can't stand seeing actors idle.
The time hasn't come yet, and we've already paid for it, so let's do one more time.
She called out towards the kitchen, "Lydia, shouldn't the cherry tree in the yard be pruned?"
If we don't cut it now, it will be too late when the cold wave hits.
The cherries from this tree are quite delicious.
Moreover, in this context, pruning tree branches also carries a metaphor, symbolizing that the reformers have pruned away the old forces.
Lydia hurriedly replied, "Yes, it should be cut."
They were actually discussing pruning the cherry tree branches last week, but Flamikir was too busy to pay attention.
Wang Xiao flashed a big smile at the film crew, adopting a "I've secured some perks for you" attitude: "Go ahead and film!"
Fortunately, Punonin, a tough-guy handsome man, fits the Russian aesthetic, and watching a handsome man work is a pleasant thing, so the film crew did not object and dutifully started working again.
Punoning was so busy that by lunchtime he felt like he could barely lift his arms, but he still had to maintain a calm and collected demeanor. It was incredibly tiring.
So when he saw Wang Xiao pull the news director, Volkov, aside to talk after dinner, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Good heavens, we agreed to only film for one morning, what else does she want to do?
Wang Xiao gave him a look that said "stay calm," and whether he understood it or not was up to him.
Her task was to ask Volkov, "Sir, will this interview air tonight?"
Volkov was stunned and instinctively said, "How is that possible?"
Are you kidding me? They've only filmed the footage; they'll have to re-edit it later.
It probably won't air until Monday at the earliest.
Wang Xiao shook her head, looked around, and seriously reminded him, "My sir, I suggest you broadcast it tonight. After all—"
She gestured with her chin towards Punonin, who kept glancing in her direction. "You have to understand how much our Major General gritted his teeth and completed the filming. He might change his mind after a good night's sleep and then pester Mr. Berezovsky to cancel the episode. Do you think Mr. Berezovsky can withstand him?"
We can't hold on any longer.
Mr. Lezovsky had little backbone when facing the head of a powerful department.
Especially now that he is in a delicate situation, he is even less willing to offend anyone.
The head of the news department didn't have so many worries. He made a quick decision: "Broadcast tonight."
Are you kidding me? They finally managed to film so much amazing footage, there's no way they'd just throw it into a warehouse and never see the light of day again.
After enjoying the lunch Lydia had prepared, the film crew expressed their gratitude to the hostess and took their leave.
Having received the gift box carefully prepared by Miss Wang, it's only right that I work overtime this afternoon.
Wang Xiao saw them off with a smile, then turned back and rubbed her face wearily: "It will be broadcast tonight."
The night is long and many things may happen; who knows what tomorrow will bring?
Punonin nodded, wanting to say a few words.
Wang Xiao interrupted him without any politeness: "Alright, sir, let's talk about it tonight. I need to sleep now."
The theme after lunch today is sleeping. Everyone who didn't get to sleep last night has to hurry up and go to bed.
Ivanov crawled into bed, reached out and grabbed Wang Xiao's hand, then closed his eyes.
Perhaps it was because the curtains were drawn tightly, perhaps it was the scent of sunshine on her, or perhaps it was because her hands, though not warm, inexplicably conveyed strength; in a daze, Ivanov fell asleep.
The dull thud of the president falling to the ground no longer echoed in his ears.
The pale, ashen face that looked like it was dead no longer appeared before his eyes.
The only scent in the air is that of sunshine, the scent that comes from being baked by the sun.
He fell into a deep sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, the curtains had been baked into a gentle color by the setting sun, a color as sweet and flowing as the roasted sweet potatoes he ate in China.
It was fragrant, soft, and sweet, making him completely limp in bed, unwilling to move.
Wang Xiao, who was sleeping in the blanket next to him, also woke up and subconsciously tried to get up, but he hugged her tightly.
"Don't get up." He said, his voice thick with the nasal congestion of someone just waking up. "Just stay here."
It was so comfortable, the atmosphere was so good, and when he opened his eyes he saw the person he wanted to see. He felt that there was no better time than this.
He muttered to himself as he planned, "I'll just stay here, fall asleep when I get sleepy, and get up again tomorrow morning."
Wang Xiao said helplessly, "What are you thinking? We have to go back tonight, we have things to do tomorrow."
Ivanov was reluctant: "But we can get up earlier tomorrow."
It is indeed a distance from the suburbs to the city, but arriving an hour early is sufficient.
Wang Xiao shook his head and casually rubbed his head: "No, if you stay tonight too, it will put a lot of pressure on Lydia."
Ivanov found it unbelievable: "What pressure is there? Our rooms are all ready. If Lydia gets tired, I can help her."
Wang Xiao looked at him and gave a wry smile: "That's not what I meant."
Then she brought up the conversation that Lydia had with him this morning in the restaurant when he and Punoning had just returned, where she had said, "It would be nice if you were 10 years older."
Ivanov frowned, incredulous. "Is Lydia worried that I'll compete with Vlamikil?"
Good heavens, why would she have such an absurd idea?
He won a seat in the Moscow city council last year, but only because Vladimir was too aggressive.
Everyone's situation has changed a long time ago.
Could it be that Vlamikl thought this way? And that's why he conveyed this idea to Lydia?
That damn guy is way too suspicious!
Wang Xiao could only sigh and say, "Ivan, you've gone off-topic. We're discussing Lydia."
“OK! OK!” Ivanov nodded. “I’ll go and explain it to her. She’s misunderstood. We never intended to make things more complicated.”
“No!” Wang Xiao had to shake her head and interrupt him. “She’s misunderstood, but she’s not thinking in this direction.”
She held up a finger and waved it at Ivanov. "She's not wary of you."
Then she pressed her fingers against her chest, "It's me! She's wary of me, this woman."
Ivanov's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Good heavens, how could such an absurd thing happen?!
Has Lydia gone mad? Or is she possessed by some evil spirit, to the point that she has such absurd and ridiculous thoughts?
He swore there was no ambiguity between the king and Vlamikl.
Be wary that if they disagree, they might actually start fighting.
Don't say things like Vladimir wanted to maintain his gentlemanly conduct and would never hit a woman.
Sometimes, even as an observer, he felt that Vlamikl was so enraged by the king that he might take action at any moment.
Seeing his reaction, Wang Xiao could only sigh: "Often, working professionals and housewives have completely different ideas."
Before she could explain, there was a knock at the door. Lena cautiously greeted, "Uncle Ivan, are you awake? If you are, dinner is ready."
Actually, this time is a bit early for her to have dinner. But her father woke up and was hungry, so her mother prepared dinner earlier.
Wang Xiao chuckled softly and whispered to Ivanov, "If you don't believe me, see for yourself."
Ivanov did observe, and then he discovered the problem.
At the dinner table, whenever Vladimir spoke to the king, it was usually a simple conversation between the host and guest, expressing his hospitality. For example, he would say something like, "Try this," or "China has similar food."
No one would think there was a problem, but Lydia was nervous.
Her nervousness wasn't overt, but rather a very subtle kind of nervousness that most people wouldn't even notice.
But Ivanov's most prominent characteristic from childhood to adulthood was his likability.
Unfortunately, no one can be truly likable all the time unless they are exceptionally good at reading people's expressions and moods.
Besides, he knew Lydia very well, so he noticed something was amiss.
After dinner, he said goodbye and left—Vlamik and Lydia both tried to persuade him to stay, but Wang Xiao firmly refused, explaining that he also had a filming assignment the next morning.
Once in the car, Ivanov couldn't wait to express his bewilderment: "My God, what's wrong with her? Why is she like this?"
“Because the balance of her world was forcibly broken.” Wang Xiao leaned back in his chair and sighed softly. “Given Vlamik’s personality, very few people can command him. Among them, women are even fewer. Lydia was one of them, and now, there’s me.”
Ivanov felt he simply couldn't understand the housewife's perspective: "You're working, you're directing Vladimir's filming as a professional."
What kind of command is this?
Even presidents must follow the guidance of etiquette advisors.
Wang Xiao turned to look at him and said seriously, "Things have changed too quickly. It's a bit difficult for Lydia to immediately distinguish the differences. Her world is still the same, and any external changes are a huge shock to her. If it were any other woman doing the same thing, it would alert her."
"It's not that she's ignorant or ridiculous, but that people tend to apply their existing lifestyle patterns to new things; it's a human instinct for self-preservation."
Ivanov started rubbing his face. He had known Lydia since he was little, and she had often taken care of him. He simply couldn't bring himself to say anything harsh to Lydia.
But he felt this couldn't go on: "Oh no, this is terrible! She shouldn't be staying at home all this time."
Strictly speaking, Lydia does have a job, a very leisurely job with low pay, more like a supplement to her family life.
This kind of work makes it difficult for her to truly integrate into society.
Wang Xiao sighed: "If I had to give a definition, her reaction is more like a housewife's wariness of working women. Because although she may not have a clear concept yet, her subconscious has already realized that her husband has less and less time and space for her, while his part belonging to society is increasing."
"Women were only the initial targets of her vigilance. Later, if Punonin really became the head of state, all his staff and the presidential team that arranged his activities would make her feel lost and even jealous."
Ivanov couldn't believe his ears; these words had shattered his worldview: "This can't be true?"
Wang Xiao nodded: "There is an ancient Chinese poem that says, 'I regret teaching my husband to seek fame and fortune,' which expresses a similar sentiment. When a woman's world is too small, and she can only see her husband and children, this possessiveness will be stronger."
Then she concluded, "So Vladimir has a lot of work to do if she wants to get into the Kremlin. After all, the First Lady is not a person, but a position, or even an institution."
Ivanov fell silent; this was indeed a big problem.
He has to say that the current First Lady doesn't seem to be doing a very good job either, which is why the President's youngest daughter is appearing more and more often.
But Ivanov didn't know what to do about it, and could only pray to God: "I hope Lydia can grow up quickly."
Honestly, when things are calm and peaceful, all men hope to have a virtuous and loving housewife as their wife.
But when trouble comes up, they hope to have someone by their side who can fight alongside them.
This is male selfishness, or rather, the selfishness of all humankind.
Although he now believed that Flamigil loved Lydia, as a playboy, he knew all too well that love fades with time.
If Lydia is unable to adapt to the new changes, their marriage will come to an end.
No one with ambitions for progress will truly stay for anyone else.
The topic was too heavy and gloomy for Ivanov to bear, so he racked his brains to start a lighter conversation: "Thank God, Tonia and Lena are still good kids. Otherwise, Vladimir wouldn't be able to play at all; he would go crazy just from the trouble at home."
As a result, Wang Xiao shook his head again: "Maybe he's just a good kid, but he's far from meeting the standards of a president's child."
She looked up and gestured to Lyuba, "Darling, repeat what we had last night."
Lyuba has an exceptional memory, and with Xiao Gao and Xiao Zhao providing supplementary information, it's practically a perfect reproduction of the original voice.
Ivanov looked embarrassed. As a middle school student, Uncle Ivanov felt that the two children were being rude. How could they be so aggressive in questioning about the Communist Party? It was making the atmosphere awkward.
Wang Xiao was both amused and exasperated: "This isn't just a simple matter of being impolite; it's a matter of their lack of political and life wisdom, and a complete absence of any sense of crisis!"
She shook her head, still feeling speechless when she thought about it. "Their father entrusted them and their mother to me, which was telling them that I was stronger than them. Last night, my actual identity was their protector."
She asked Ivanov, "Did you offend your protectors when you were a child?"
Of course not!
Ivanov could give a resolute answer; how could the charming Ivanov offend his protector? He was so sweet-talking and obedient.
But what about Tonya and Lena, who were already in middle school?
Their accusation that Wang Xiao was colluding with the Russian Communist Party was an insult to Wang Xiao, their protector.
If the king gets angry and they encounter real danger, the king may very well abandon them under the influence of his emotions.
Don't assume that just because Vlamikl asked the king for help, he will protect them to the death.
The king was not their slave, and even if he were, Sparta would have warriors who would revolt.
Ivanov blushed and muttered to himself, "They really are a bit stupid."
Wang Xiao smiled and added in his mind, "There's also a bit of arrogance that they themselves didn't realize."
It's a common problem for the third and fourth generations of "red" families: they've been used to enjoying life since childhood and take it for granted that others would risk their lives to protect them.
Ivanov began to worry for Vladimir; his wife and children were competent when he was a tax police major general because they didn't have to bear any extra social responsibility.
But if he becomes the head of state, then Lydia, Tonia, and Lena will all have to undergo a complete transformation, otherwise they could become bombs at any time.
Ivanov thought to himself, Lydia shouldn't have said that it would have been better if he were ten years older.
She should wish she were king.
In this way, all the problems can be solved.
Even if he had ten times the courage, Ivanov wouldn't dare say such a thing in front of Wang Xiao.
You want to get beaten up?
So what he blurted out was: "Your Majesty, your child must be the luckiest and most amazing child in the world."
Look, they're taught how to do things from a young age, they don't have to figure it out on their own, how lucky they are.
The car was parked downstairs in Huaxia Commercial Street; they would be staying here tonight.
Wang Xiao gave Ivanov a strange look, got out of the car, and shook his head: "I don't have the patience to take care of kids."
Strictly speaking, she has a defect.
When she was in therapy, her therapist told her that she was terrified of long-term, stable intimate relationships.
This is a consequence of being abandoned by one's parents at a young age.
Therefore, she is both afraid of having children and afraid of raising children.
She doesn't have that much patience, let alone that much love.
Ivanov was very optimistic: "It's okay, I'll take care of things when you find it annoying. I still really like children. And children like me too."
They had already started going upstairs. Wang Xiao stood on the top step, turned around and looked down at him, asking doubtfully, "Are you sure you can raise the child well?"
My God!
What was Lydia thinking? He didn't know.
What's wrong with Tonya and Lena? He didn't know either.
Ivanov blushed and hung his head in frustration: "Forget it, I'll raise them to be just as stupid as me."
Wang Xiao smiled and hugged his head, gently comforting him, "No, my Ivan is the best Ivan. I have enough with you, I don't need any children."
She was very satisfied; she was fine.
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