"No."
"Nooo~ Okay then~"
The little guyâs mood changed as fast as flipping a page.
Li Yuanfang was taken aback.
But indeed, isnât it quite adorable?
Thinking about many things, Li Yuanfang decided to return to Jing City overnight and try to make a baby.
"Letâs go, weâll grab a meal."
"Alright!" Mo Jingchunâs words matched his thoughts.
He was thinking about going home.
In a small private room in the underground cafeteria, Li Yuanfang devoured three big bowls of rice.
"Burp~"
"Green vegetables just taste better."
Although the dishes here were far from the standard of a five-star hotel, the taste was surprisingly good.
Candy, sitting next to Mo Jingchun, watched this big brother with some worry.
When will this big brother leave? Guoguo wants to eat the big meals her sister makes, not cafeteria food.
After checking the time on his phone, Li Yuanfang smiled and said:
"Thereâs still a lot to deal with on the company side, so, you guys take your time eating; Iâll head out first."
"No need to see me off."
The little one tilted her head, watching the big brother and his group disappear out the door, then suddenly shouted joyfully:
"Yay! Big brother finally left."
"Guoguo can eat the delicious food her sister makes again~"
Zhou Yaling felt pleased, but Mo Jingchun, sipping on chicken soup, said gently:
"Guoguo, remember, itâs enough to keep such thoughts in your heart; no need to say them out loud."
The little one blinked and said, "But I didnât say it in front of that big brother."
"Just listen to your brother, and youâll understand when you grow up."
Frowning, she thought, again with the âwhen you grow upâ! They always say this.
Sheâs about to enter the big class.
"Got it~ Keep thoughts in the heart, donât say them out loud."
When the elder brother was teaching Candy, even the mischievous Zhou Yaling didnât dare interrupt.
In many aspects of Candyâs education, the elder brother was quite strict.
Zhou Yaling knew what the elder brother was worried about.
He feared that someone might insult Candy in the future, saying something like "raised without a mother".
Intentional or not, such a remark would greatly impact Candy once she understood things.
Not daring to interrupt, Zhou Yaling left Xia Xiaomin even less room to say anything.
If those words got out, the boss would likely think of her, Xia Xiaomin, first.
The next morning, after Mo Jingchun dropped off the little one at kindergarten, Xia Xiaomin handed him a document in the office.
Mo Jingchun glanced at it, chuckling, "Oh, this, I know about this. Li Yuanfang gave me a heads-up last night."
The surge in his car companyâs stock was really no surprise.
Otherwise, why would he come back just to sign the contract after a call?
Shaking his head, Mo Jingchun laughed, "We might make a lot, but he never loses."
With this stock surge, heâs probably grinning from ear to ear.
Xia Xiaomin could naturally see this situation as well.
Taking back the document the boss returned, Xia Xiaomin hesitated before asking,
"Boss, do we need to issue an announcement?"
After thinking for a while, Mo Jingchun said, "Letâs do him a favor and release a cooperation announcement."
Smiling with her lips pressed together, Xia Xiaomin said, "Boss, with this move, their stock might rise again."
"Release it an hour later; Iâll notify Li Yuanfang first."
Impressed by the bossâs suggestion, Xia Xiaomin gave him a thumbs up.
"Alright! Boss, this way, Mr. Li has even more room to maneuver."
Mo Jingchun didnât mind; since it was a favor already given, he might as well see it through.
In kindergarten, Candy, after playing with XiangâEr for half a day, welcomed her first class of the day.
In the warm classroom, the Chinese teacher walked in with a stack of A4 paper, wearing a long dress and smiling brightly.
"Good morning, little friends."
"Good morning, teacher!" Though the little onesâ voices were uneven, they were loud.
Some little boys yelled so loudly, as if afraid the teacher wouldnât hear.
"Today, the teacher will teach you how to write your names."
"When I call your name, please come up to the front."
All the childrenâs names were printed according to the listing, in alphabetical order.
Naturally, students originally at the bottom of the list were now at the top due to the alphabetical order.
"Zhang Feng."
"Coming, coming."
A cute little girl with two ponytails ran up to the podium.
The podium, half the height of a person, was taller than all the kids in the classroom.
...
"Mo Xiaoxue."
Finally, itâs my turn~ Candy, who had been impatient, ran straight over.
On a familiar white piece of paper were three scribbled characters.
Mo Xiaoxue!
Candy recognized the characters.
But she just couldnât write them.
Listening to the teacher call other studentsâ names, Candy returned to her seat obediently.
Looking at the black words on white paper before her, Candy scratched her head in distress.
Why didnât her mom give her a two-character name~ The extra character makes it so hard.
A few minutes later, all the little ones had their names.
The teacher on the podium smiled and said,
"Children, look at your names and try to draw them. Over the next few days, the teacher will individually help each of you write your name~"
"Letâs aim to have everyone write their names within two weeks, okay?"
"Okay!" A group of little cuties responded in unison.
But soon, they regretted it a bit.
Why are these names so hard to draw?
But a few talented little artists had already started drawing with some semblance of shapes.
Though shaky and crooked, at least recognizable.
Sitting next to XiangâEr, Candy was confused, holding her pen without knowing where to start.
"So hard~"
Hearing Candyâs complaint, XiangâEr tilted her head and pointed at the strokes on the paper, saying,
"Candy, look, just follow this order to draw."
"For the âMoâ character, first a horizontal line, then a dot..."
Gradually, Candy seemed to catch the hang of it, though her characters were shaky, like chicken scratches.
After one class, Candy finally wrote the character "Mo."
But for some reason, the more she looked at the teacherâs model, the stranger the "Mo" character seemed.
It was as if she no longer recognized this word, feeling entirely unfamiliar.
Scratching her head, the little one couldnât figure out why this was happening.
Two days later, it was finally her turn for the teacherâs one-on-one guidance on writing her name.
Listening to the teacherâs instructions, the little oneâs eyes brightened.
Writing her name, stroke by stroke, didnât seem so difficult.
She was just envious of those with only two-character names.