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

He slowly approached, lowered his voice, and glanced at Lin Shuanglian who was very close. His voice was as small as a mosquito's buzzing, "Isn't it all right?"

"Yes." Jiang Wangshu nodded. In order to avenge her "revenge", she deliberately said calmly, "My problem is over. I guess it's your new problem."

"Ah...?" Hua Tingjue was frightened, his eyes were dull and his voice was trembling.

What else?

He tried to get closer to her and try to get some useful information out of Lin Shuanglian. "Sister Shuanglian, what happened to my mother?"

But Lin Shuanglian didn't buy it at all. She said with a fake smile, "Madam has her reasons."

Saying it means not saying it.

Hua Tingjue had no choice but to go to the study. As soon as he entered the room, he began to wail: "Mom, I just finished applying the medicine, you're not going to hit me again, are you?"

Hearing the noise, Mu Xiuzhi snorted and laughed, "It seems like you really want to be beaten, you keep talking about it. Fine, I'll grant you that."

"Hey, no, no, no." Hua Tingjue waved his hands to refuse, and then he reacted, "Eh? Mom, you called me here not to beat me or scold me?"

Mu Xiuzhi glanced at him and said nothing.

He hooked his finger and said, "Come here."

"What?" Hua Tingjue approached cautiously.

Mu Xiuzhi frowned slightly and asked him, "What are you going to do next?"

Hua Tingjue was stunned for a moment, his eyes constantly observing Mu Xiuzhi's expression, "Can I... tell the truth?"

She narrowed her eyes and said, "Speak."

After receiving her order, Hua Tingjue said boldly: "I want to sleep. I'm so sleepy." He yawned lazily, and his voice was filled with fatigue and casualness.

Mu Xiuzhi: “…”

Her expression froze.

I can't figure out why Hua Tingjue is the son of her and Lian Sheng. Isn't this brain too slow? Just now, talking to Jiang Wangshu was as smooth as talking to him.

Her head ached a little, so she raised her hand to rub it, frowning, "Who asked you this? I mean, what are your plans for Jiang Wangshu's pregnancy?"

"Oh, this." Hua Tingjue suddenly realized what was going on. He turned the tables and even complained, "Mom, can't you speak more openly?"

Mu Xiuzhi was choked and speechless. Giving birth to a son is just to collect debts.

She glanced at him calmly, and Hua Tingjue immediately put away his nonchalant attitude, "Oh, Mom, what else can I plan? I just have to take good care of them."

"Do you know that giving birth is a very arduous and stressful thing for women? Jiang Wangshu is currently in the rising stage of her career. Do you want her to stop working to take care of the child? Even if you can hire a nanny or a childcare worker, you as parents will still have to put in the effort, right?"

Hua Tingjue listened to her teachings quietly, and at the same time was thinking about her words. He suddenly raised his hand, "Me? I can take care of the baby!"

"You?" Mu Xiuzhi raised her eyebrows and looked him up and down with suspicion, "You take care of the baby?"

Hua Tingjue raised his head and chest, faced her scrutiny, and nodded confidently, "Yes, I can take care of the child. Mom, I have decided, I plan to stay at home and take care of the baby full-time in the future."

"Full-time babysitting?" These four words shocked Mu Xiuzhi, especially when they came from Hua Tingjue. She asked seriously, "Do you know what responsibilities you need to bear to take care of children at home full-time?"

Being a full-time parent at home is a huge pressure, no matter if it is a man or a woman. Even if Hua Tingjue does not have to worry about the cost, raising a child is not as simple as just handing her over to a nanny. Once something goes wrong with the child, the blame and criticism from all sides will fall on the person who is taking care of the child.

"I know, I've signed up for a class that includes psychological counseling for pregnant mothers and fathers." Hua Tingjue looked calm and composed, as if this was just a trivial matter.

He sat down skillfully, his dark eyes sparkling, seemingly not bothered by the worry and doubt in Mu Xiuzhi's eyes, and talked freely: "Studying relies on the brain, which is innate, and you and dad didn't give me any. But raising a daughter is different, raising a daughter requires a lot of love, which I have!"

Apart from the time when his father passed away, Hua Tingjue's time was generally comfortable and carefree. He grew up truly surrounded by love.

As the youngest of the Hua and Mu families, he had been loved since childhood and had ample material conditions. Whatever he wanted would appear before him that same day.

When he was a child, his parents would take time out every day to play some childish but interesting games with him. Then he would sit at the door and wait for his older brothers to finish school, because his older brothers would bring him good things, including food and toys. His grandpa, uncle, and aunt also loved him very much and would bring him new treasures every few days.

Not to mention when he grows up, he no longer has to bear the burden of the Hua family, but he still has the inheritance rights given to him by his eldest brother and second brother. The dividends from the group alone are enough for him to live a life of idleness and waiting for death for several lifetimes.

Therefore, he can have a simple and clear character.

It was for this reason that he was sure that he could learn to treat his daughter the same way his parents treated him when he was a child. The things he lacked the least were love and money.

When he talked about this, his face lit up and his confidence was overflowing. He even said, "Besides, if they can do it, why can't I?"

Mu Xiuzhi couldn't stand his arrogant look and said to him coldly, "Others can go to Beijing University? Can you?"

"..."

Hua Tingjue choked and froze, and whispered back, "Uh... well, let's put it in context. They are two different things."

However, Mu Xiuzhi was quite satisfied that he had such an awareness. After all, he was her own son, so she still needed some advice. She put away her sharpness and solemnity, and softened her tone: "Hua Tingjue, you have to understand that getting married and having children is not a joke. Since you have made up your mind, okay, I can promise you."

Her eyes were unusually gentle. "Remember, people who are career-oriented have to make choices and sacrifices between family and career. Starting a business is even more difficult. Since you've married someone, you should treat them well. Having a child won't be easy either."

"Don't rely on others for everything. Taking responsibility is what the Hua family should do."

Hua Tingjue nodded heavily, "Yeah, I understand, Mom."

The matter was almost explained, and then Mu Xiuzhi waved her hand to send him away, "Okay, you can go out now. Aren't you sleepy?"

Hua Tingjue was surprised, "That's it?"

Mu Xiuzhi was full of coldness, "Why, do you want to stay here and get beaten?"

"No, no, no, I'll leave right away!" Suddenly, Hua Tingjue, who had walked to the door, ran back again. He suddenly raised his voice and shouted at her:

"mom!"

Mu Xiuzhi looked up, "What?"

"Go ahead." He rummaged through his pockets, as if he was going to throw something to her. The unidentified object drew a beautiful parabola in the air. Mu Xiuzhi reacted very quickly and caught it steadily.

Is it an apple?

"What is this?" Mu Xiuzhi was confused. She just felt that the apple looked familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere.

"It's the apple my dad gave me!" Hua Tingjue replied with a smile.

He had done this more than once or twice. Mu Xiuzhi understood immediately. She picked up the inkstone on the table and shouted angrily, "Hua Tingjue, you little bastard, stop right there!"

"I won't stand anymore. I'm going to sleep. Bye~"

Hua Tingjue waved his hand, and seeing this he quickly slipped away.

Mu Xiuzhi, who was furious, was left alone in the study.

Staring blankly at the apples in her hand, which she had carefully selected one by one, Mu Xiuzhi was so angry that veins on her forehead were throbbing, and she wanted to beat up her son who came to collect the debt. But thinking of his expression and tone when he just spoke, she curled her lips and smiled softly. The child who only knew how to play has finally grown up.

She weighed the apple and tightened her grip. "Hey, it was your son who took it, not me. Please help me scold him. This kid is so annoying."