Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

Mu Xiuzhi was confused, with a look of absurdity and hesitation that could not be concealed in her eyes. She and Lin Shuanglian exchanged glances and then looked at Hua Tingjue: "What on earth are you doing, kid?"

"You don't want to go to school to the point of acting crazy?"

Lin Shuanglian, who was standing by, also tried to persuade him, “Third Young Master, Madam specially postponed her work to come back to see you this time. I heard from Butler Yu that you were injured because you didn’t attend class, and she was very worried.”

The words of the two made Hua Tingjue completely calm down.

because!

He really felt something was wrong!

He took a deep breath, his expression dull, and slowly raised his head and asked, "No, I...I...what class am I taking?"

Mu Xiuzhi lost her patience and was too lazy to answer him. It was Lin Shuanglian who answered him: "First grade of high school."

Hearing Lin Shuanglian's words, Hua Tingjue shouted: "?! Grade one!"

He had a look of shock on his face, and his pupils were dilated.

This reaction startled both Mu Xiuzhi and Lin Shuanglian. Mu Xiuzhi frowned, unable to hide the worry in her eyes. She turned to Lin Shuanglian helplessly and said, "Shuanglian, go get the doctor."

Lin Shuanglian: "Okay, I'll go right away."

For a moment, the only people in the room were Hua Tingjue, who was dazed with his head down, and Mu Xiuzhi, who was nervous.

Hua Tingjue muttered to himself: "First grade of high school... How could it be first grade of high school? How could it be..."

He finally felt something was wrong. He came to the United States to meet Jiang Nan. Why were his mother and Lin's mother here? They should be in Beijing.

He immediately raised his head, his dark eyes were blank, just like an ignorant newborn baby. He couldn't believe it and asked, "Mom, what year is it now?"

After hearing his question, Mu Xiuzhi's fingertips curled up unconsciously. The evil woman who was planning outside was now stunned.

Hua Tingjue was indeed naughty, but she had never seen him like this.

She paused and answered him as calmly as possible: "1995."

Hua Tingjue smiled bitterly: "95?"

Suddenly, his eyes were red and he kept repeating: "95...95..."

So he went back to the year he was sixteen?

In his previous life, he had been playing around all his life. When he was young, he relied on his mother. When he was middle-aged, he relied on his daughter for face. When he was old, he was supported by his granddaughter. He had an empty head and had never made any contribution. He also achieved nothing and messed up so many important things.

But now he is reborn.

This year, Yu Yu hadn’t been born yet, he hadn’t done anything stupid, and Mom hadn’t suffered from heart failure due to overwork…

He went back in time.

He still has a chance to make amends.

Hua Tingjue found it difficult to describe his feelings at the moment. He was just stunned inside, and he opened his lips slightly but couldn't utter a word. Perhaps he was too shocked.

Mu Xiuzhi looked at him, hesitant: "Xiaojue, you..."

Hua Tingjue had red eyes and forced a smile, his voice a little hoarse: "Mom, I'm fine, no need to find a doctor." Then he made up an excuse: "I'm just... just a little tired."

Looking at his mother who had not aged, Hua Tingjue felt that God was still blessing him. He really returned to the age of sixteen, and there was still time for everything.

He lowered his head and muttered, "Mom, I will study hard and won't cause any trouble for you."

Hua Tingjue's voice was soft, but full of firm determination, a state he had never had before.

As the saying goes, a prodigal son who returns is worth more than gold.

Mu Xiuzhi, who was always strict and cold, rarely lost control of her expression. She looked at her son in front of her without blinking, with her eyes half-closed, eyebrows raised, and no words.

Is this still her son?

I'm afraid he's possessed by a ghost.

She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, sighed, and hesitated to speak: "You...ah...forget it, let's talk about it after the doctor comes."

Hua Tingjue was lost in thought at this moment, returning to his youth, and naturally did not notice the suspicious look of his mother.

……

Lin Shuanglian quickly brought the doctor back, but Hua Tingjue, who had recovered from his shock, refused: "Mom, I'm really fine, don't worry."

Perhaps because of the questioning look, Hua Tingjue immediately threw back the quilt and got out of bed: "If you don't believe me, I'll show you a few moves!"

Those smooth movements made Mu Xiuzhi feel relieved and even speechless.

He is still so stupid, he is her unpromising playboy son.

Her head seemed to hurt again, so she stopped talking: "Stop, stop, stop, go back now and don't embarrass yourself here."

Even Lin Shuanglian and others couldn't help but lower their heads and smile.

The Third Young Master is still as lively and cheerful as ever.

Being despised, Hua Tingjue pouted aggrievedly: "Oh."

Even though he has lived for almost fifty years, his mental age is really no different from that of a child, so it is a piece of cake for him to adapt to this sixteen-year-old body.

After all, in his previous life, he had a strong woman mother, and his elder and second brothers were the pillars of the group. They were pampered with money and had never suffered any hardship at all.

After his daughter was born, he gave up the responsibility and handed the care to her mother. He lived a carefree and easy life and was known as a dissolute playboy in Beijing.

But precisely because of this, the responsibilities he lacked in his youth overwhelmed him in middle age, and the prodigal son has been filled with regrets and remorse ever since.

……

Now that it was confirmed that Hua Tingjue was fine, Mu Xiuzhi began to settle the accounts.

Hua's living room.

Hua Tingjue stood in front of Mu Xiuzhi tremblingly, while Mu Xiuzhi sat on the mahogany Qilin chair, her eyes as sharp as torches: "Tell me, why did you skip class this time?"

Why skip class?

Hua Tingjue was also confused. How could he remember the reason why he skipped classes at the age of sixteen?

Tsk.

Facing the pressure from his mother, Hua Tingjue smiled awkwardly to hide his embarrassment, scratched the back of his head, and spoke awkwardly: "Mom... I... I..."

Unable to think of any reason, Hua Tingjue suddenly raised his voice and yelled, "Mom, I was wrong!"

This shout scared Mu Xiuzhi so much that she almost knocked over the cup in her hand. She lowered her eyes and glanced at her startled son, "Speak properly."

"Mom, I won't skip school anymore."

"I...I know I was wrong."

"I really can't do that anymore."

The last sentence was rarely spoken seriously. Mu Xiuzhi put down the tea bowl. She knew that she owed her son a childhood because of her career, so she kept lowering her bottom line and made her little son look like a playboy.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Hua Tingjue carefully checked her face. He had always been afraid of his mother since he was a child, and he didn't even dare to breathe.

In fact, the same is true for other people around him. The Hua family's status as the second largest family in Beijing, and Mu Xiuzhi's swift and decisive methods are in no way inferior to any man.

What's more, she is the only daughter of a founding general, a daughter of a general. Her mother's family, the Mu family, is one of the most powerful families in the political and military circles.

Then, the anxious Hua Tingjue finally said, "Mom... I'm sorry."

"I shouldn't be so willful and I shouldn't skip school. I really won't do this again next time. Please believe me this time."

The word "sorry" shocked Mu Xiuzhi's heart. She looked at her repentant son in front of her in astonishment, and her serious face softened a little.

Sighing: "Alas..."

Her tone remained unchanged: "You are not sorry for me, you are sorry for yourself. Skipping class will not do you any good, and it is not worth it to kill yourself for skipping class."

"Take a few days off to reflect on yourself at home, and then go back to class to rest and study hard."

Or perhaps it was because she saw that her lively and optimistic son was less angry, Mu Xiuzhi's cold brows relaxed slightly, and she said, "I don't ask you to be as good at academics as your older brother, but at least spend the three years of high school peacefully."

Then he said, "The rest is up to you."

Obviously, these were rare words to comfort him, but Hua Tingjue remembered the reasons for his rebelliousness in his youth, and he was suddenly stunned.

The hand placed beside his leg slowly clenched into a fist, and after a while he nodded: "Okay, I understand."