Chapter 832: A Million Times for You (194)
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From now onward, she would not take it lying down regardless of how Tuoba Gucheng treated her.
If he continues to try and kill me, I’ll definitely retaliate. If I could sneak into the Autumn Palace once, I’d be able to do it again. That would give me the opportunity to kill him, wouldn’t it?
She then boarded a flight back to A City and returned to Sanqiao Estate.
s.h.i.+ Qingzhou felt relieved for An Xiaoning after hearing her story about what happened.
“I can already imagine what happened just by hearing your description.”
“It’s fine, I’m back now, aren’t I? Mother, let’s have a reunion dinner tonight after I pick Yiheng up later. I’ll invite Qingyan over too,” An Xiaoning said, smiling while holding onto her mother’s arm.
“Alright, I’ll cook tonight.”
“Terrific.” An Xiaoning stood up and said, “Mother, I gotta get going to pick Yiheng up now.”
“Sure, go ahead.”
After taking the keys from No. 5, An Xiaoning drove to the martial arts academy.
An Xiaoning was thrilled at the thought of getting to see her precious son soon.
There were still fifteen minutes more to go before the children were to be dismissed and An Xiaoning planned to wait until then.
She headed to the office to see that Chen Xu, Jin Shan, and the arts and culture teacher were all present.
Upon the sight of her, they all stood up one after another.
“Hey, here comes the Young Madam,” Jin Shan jested.
“Quit joking. I’m here to pick my son up. I’ll send him back here tomorrow morning. How has Yiheng been doing?”
“Your son is so much like you. He’s a fast-learner and picks up everything without delay,” said Chen Xu, sticking his thumbs up.
“I hope you’re not just comforting me because I’m his mother. He’s always been weaker in Mandarin. Has he improved yet?”
“Generally, he’s improved. Speaking of which, let me show you an essay written by your Yiheng.” The arts and culture teacher took out Jin Yiheng’s essay book and flipped to a page that she then showed to An Xiaoning. “He always scores a 99 or 100 out of 100 for his math tests, but he doesn’t do as well for Mandarin. He mainly lacks in essay-writing skills.”
An Xiaoning took the essay book from her hands and took a look at the words written.
His handwriting was rather neat and presentable. It would seem that all the penmans.h.i.+p An Xiaoning had made him do in the past actually paid off.
It was an essay about his parents.
The t.i.tle was “My Daddy and Mommy.”
The content read thus:
My Daddy is a middle-aged man and although many claim that an uncle like him still has the charm of a young hunk, I really beg to differ. Well, that’s because I’m much younger and better-looking than he is.
Daddy coops himself up in the office every day to handle his pile of work that never seems to end. He never takes breaks in between either. I’ve advised Daddy not to wear himself out on several occasions, but he always brushes me off by saying that I’m just a kid who knows nothing.
Yes, there are some things that I don’t understand. I don’t understand why adults have to place so much emphasis on money and make their worlds revolve around it. Is money really that important and necessary? Can’t you live without money?
Right, you can’t live without money.
Daddy is very temperamental and his mood often fluctuates. When I went home, I secretly went online to find out more information about menopause.
After comparing the symptoms exhibited by Daddy and those described online, I discovered that Daddy has really become menopausal. How devastating.
I’ll definitely speak to Mommy about his condition when I have the time. Speaking of my mommy, I must say, she’s my ultimate role model.
Mommy has a love-hate relations.h.i.+p with me. When she loves me, she calls me ‘Baby’; and when she hates me, she calls me by my full name, ‘Jin Yiheng.’
Whenever she does the latter, I’ll think to myself that she’s about to get riled up and lash out at me. I’ll tell myself to run away quickly, lest she beats me up into a pulp. I can’t defend myself and hit her back anyway. After all, she’s my mommy and I must be filial to her.”
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After reading the essay, An Xiaoning handed the book back to the teacher and said, “This silly child… there’s still room for improvement for his essay-writing skills. There are a few spelling mistakes here and there. I’ll have to trouble you to correct him more often in the future, Teacher.”
“That goes without saying. Apart from his lack of competency in Mandarin, he does very well for his other subjects,” the teacher said with a smile.
While bringing Jin Yiheng home, An Xiaoning said to him, “I’ve read your essay.”
Upon hearing her words, Jin Yiheng protested in displeasure, “Mommy, how could you invade my privacy?”
“It’s not your diary anyway. Why is your teacher allowed to read it but I’m not?”
“You… mustn’t tell Daddy about it, then.”
An Xiaoning looked at his reflection in the rear view mirror and asked with a smile, “Are you afraid that he’ll give you a beating?”
“Mhm. Mommy, are you going to promise me or not?” Jin Yiheng asked with a frown.
Noticing how impatient he was getting, An Xiaoning agreed, “Okay, I won’t tell him.”
Jin Yiheng sat up and leaned forward to move closer toward her. “Mommy, I want to sleep with you tonight.”
“Sure.”
Beaming with joy, Jin Yiheng kissed her and said, “Mommy, Daddy will definitely try to interfere and hinder me from sleeping with you. What do we do if he objects to it?”
“I’ll shred him if he objects, alright?”
“Yes, yes, yes…”
In reality, disgruntlement was written on Jin Qingyan’s face the moment he heard Jin Yiheng saying that he would be sleeping with An Xiaoning at night when they return to Wei Ni Estate after having dinner at Sanqiao Estate.
“How old are you now?”
“I… I’m barely ten.”
“You’re already so grown up and you still want to sleep with Mommy?”
“Hmph, you’re already so old but you still sleep with Mommy, so why can’t I?”
“You just can’t.”
“Enough, Yiheng is still so young. He’s still my baby regardless of how old he is,” An Xiaoning said tactfully.
Noticing that An Xiaoning was backing him up, JIn Yiheng chimed in smugly with a smirk, “Exactly.”
Jin Qingyan did not say anything else ever since.
Thus, the family of three shared the same bed that night.
Jin Yiheng slept in the middle of the two of them.
Jin Qingyan decided not to act inappropriately since he was aware that his son was now sensible enough to know what’s going on.
However, Jin Yiheng seemed to sense that something was fishy and took a look at them both before asking, “Mommy, will you give me a younger sibling in the future?”
“Isn’t it nice being the only child?”
Jin Yiheng sighed and said, “I’m feeling really conflicted right now. I kinda want a younger sibling, but at the same time, I don’t really want one.”
An Xiaoning chuckled in amus.e.m.e.nt and asked, “You want and don’t want a younger sibling at the same time?”
“I don’t know either.”
Jin Qingyan interjected, “That’s not something you should be worrying about. Your Mommy and I get to decide whether we want to give you a sibling. You don’t have a say in this. When you’re older and married, it’s up to you to decide how many children you want.”
Jin Yiheng rolled his eyes and retorted, “Right, Mommy doesn’t plan on marrying you again and giving birth to another child with you anyway.”
Jin Qingyan was momentarily at a loss for words, fuming with anger.
“The coaches at the academy must really beat you often, don’t they?”
“They’ve never hit me before. In fact, Coach always praises me for being an obedient child.”
“Do you seriously believe him?”
“Of course I do.”
“Oh, how naive.”
“Daddy, stop being jealous and green with envy just because no one has praised you before.”
Jin Qingyan retorted, “Who said so? Your Mommy praised me so much last night.”
An Xiaoning’s ears turned red with embarra.s.sment and she extended a hand to pinch Jin Qingyan. “Go to bed.”
Wincing in pain, Jin Qingyan ma.s.saged the spot that she had pinched and said, “Be more gentle.”