"You have at least eight figures in your bank account, yet Yunqi has to work as a waiter just to earn some pocket money."
Lin Miaomiao glanced at Chen Yunqi, who was serving tea and water, and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy. She turned to Chen Lu and said:
"Aren't you being a bit too much of a father? Give me a little more."
She always felt that with a mother as stingy as Liang Zhirou and a father who had no desires, Yunqi and Muxue probably still didn't realize how rich their family really was.
It's kind of funny to think about.
Liang Zhirou remained silent; she had always fully supported Chen Lu's educational policies.
"Won't all the money I've earned eventually belong to them?" Chen Lu retorted.
"Then why are you being so stingy with my godson! Yunqi still needs to trick his little cabbage into coming home, so he needs to have more money, right?"
"But people must learn to control their desires."
Looking at his son's energetic demeanor, Chen Lu continued, "I will give him as much as he is capable of. Otherwise, the money he gets by luck will eventually be given away based on his own abilities."
If you spoil a rich kid into being arrogant and domineering all the time, no amount of money will be enough to keep him from getting away with it. Once he thinks that money can buy anything, he's not far from getting into trouble.
The saying "wealth doesn't last three generations" is mostly a matter of education.
After a while, Chen Yun stopped working and sat there to keep his sister company while she did her homework.
Of course, this brat wasn't the type to bring his homework to work, so he just sat there doing nothing.
Chen Lu glanced up briefly, then continued sitting beside Liang Zhirou, who quietly continued painting. Liang Zhirou also enjoyed having him keep her company like this.
Over thousands of days and nights, this scene has played out countless times between the two of them, yet neither of them seems to tire of it...
This artist has been drawing for over a decade, and now both his illustrations and oil paintings have reached a level of aesthetic appeal, earning him increasing fame.
It seems that it was used as courseware by some art academy before.
Lin Miaomiao was different. Although she kept her head down the whole time, she would occasionally glance at her godson—like a thief.
This brat seems to have taken after his mother; he's a bit slow on the uptake.
"I feel sorry for Jiang Nan." She couldn't help but mutter to herself as she watched Jiang Nan diligently doing her homework even though she was out playing.
He was fine in kindergarten, but ever since he started elementary school, I've never seen him have an easy time.
Honestly, if their relationship weren't not as close as hers with Chen Lu and Liang Zhirou, she would really like to have a talk with the couple.
Children who are more mature than their peers invariably lead very stressful lives, and she worries that this child might develop some kind of psychological problem from bottling things up...
After thinking for a moment, she continued, "I think there are two types of strictest parents: teachers and lawyers."
Liu Yan is the latter. She is a career woman who is extremely self-disciplined and has become so used to being tough on herself that she subconsciously ignores the resilience of children.
Chen Lu pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement.
Judging from my friends and elders, people in these two professions seem to be a bit stricter when it comes to raising children.
Upon hearing this, Liang Zhirou seemed to suddenly remember something and reached out to poke Lin Miaomiao's arm: "Neither set of parents are pressuring you to have a child, are they...?"
She was a little worried that Peng Leyun's parents would make things difficult for Lin Miaomiao, since her best friend's situation was special and it wasn't easy for her to have a child.
"No," Lin Miaomiao shrugged. "My parents were already prepared for this. As for Peng Leyun's parents, they don't know that I'm actually the culprit who caused their son to not date until he was over thirty. They're actually quite grateful to me..."
Peng Leyun's parents seem to have always suspected that their son has some kind of mental illness. They are already grateful that he can get married now, so they are not so demanding of their grandchildren.
"Look, his mother even gave me a bracelet." Lin Miaomiao pulled out the photo from her phone's album and said proudly, "It's an heirloom! Doesn't it look like a genuine antique?"
"My assessment is that it's not as good as the bracelet my wife made for me back then," Chen Lu said without looking up.
Lin Miaomiao suddenly slammed her hand on the table: "Are you ever going to stop?! You've been bragging about this for over a decade!"
Today, there was an extra hardworking worker, while the others were mostly relaxed, and the half-day quickly passed by amidst their idle chatter.
"You've been drawing for so long, why are you rubbing my neck?" Chen Lu asked, somewhat surprised. "Aren't you tired yourself?"
"You're tired, but your neck seems to hurt..."
Unable to bear the pangs of conscience, Chen Lu refused Liang Zhirou's help to suppress it, got up and stretched, just in time to see Chen Yunqi passing by with a plate of pudding.
"Should we deduct the cost of the desserts and drinks he brought over this afternoon from his wages?" he asked with a mischievous grin.
Liang Zhirou: "..."
At that moment, the door of the coffee shop was slowly pushed open, and everyone looked up to find that it was Jiang Chao.
He greeted everyone and then walked over to Jiang Nan.
"Why are you here?" Jiang Nan looked up at him.
"Your mom called me to come pick you up."
Jiang Nan didn't speak, but simply lowered her eyes and silently packed her schoolbag.
He had already spotted Chen Yunqi sitting opposite Jiang Nan from the corner of his eye, but he just didn't really want to talk to him.
You little brat...
"Godfather, here you go."
Chen Yunqi handed him the egg tart she was holding, smiling as gently as could be.
Jiang Chao stood there dumbfounded for a long time, his lips twitching uncontrollably.
The brat was all smiles, and he really felt embarrassed to keep his cold face.
They say you can't hit a smiling face. If he doesn't give you a nice look, what's the difference between being an elder and being born?
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