Genius Club Chapter 830

Chapter 830: Chapter 20 Quite Capable, Sowhat Impressive (Extra chapter for monthly votes!)_5 Chapter 830: Chapter 20 Quite Capable, Sowhat Impressive (Extra chapter for monthly votes!)_5 “Is your daughter obedient?” she continued asking.

“Hey…

obedient to what?”

Brother Wang gave a helpless smile:

“I used to tell Lin Xian, she’s as stubborn as a donkey, you tell her east, she insists west, always has to oppose you in everything.”

“Raising children, you truly understand the joy of being a parent, and that’s just the first few years after birth.

Just wait till she grows up and has her own ideas, then you can’t control her anymore…”

“Nowadays, sotis when I flip through photos of my daughter from when she was little, I can’t help but look a little longer, think about how cute she was back then, and then think about how rebellious she is now.

Sigh…

I really have a feeling of hoping she never grows up.”

“You don’t ntion it, and I couldn’t even rember the last ti my daughter talked to , it must have been several days, right?

And whenever she speaks to , it’s nothing but asking for money, I wonder where the school gets off charging so much for material costs, tutoring fees, milk fees, class fees, water fees…”

Hehehehehe.

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As he was speaking, Brother Wang couldn’t help but smile:

“Actually, we all know, schools charging so often, it must be the kids looking for excuses to scam so pocket money.

This trick has been played since we were kids, how could parents not see through it, it’s just letting it go.”

Zhao Yingjun looked at Brother Wang’s genuine smile, naturally understanding that despite all his complaining, he really loved and adored his daughter.

She smoothed her windswept hair and turned her head towards the setting sun rging with the city skyline:

“I’m more curious, what’s it like, the mont a man knows he’s beco a father?”

“Hmm…”

Brother Wang rubbed his hands, thought for a mont, and said with pursed lips:

“To tell the truth, I didn’t feel anything real, not the slightest feeling.”

He too turned around, leaning on the railing:

“From when my wife was pregnant, I knew I was going to be a father, but every day I just did the sa things…

going to work, drinking, having fun…

I couldn’t feel any change in my identity, I didn’t know what to do as a father, nor did I understand what this change ant.”

“Only at the very mont my daughter was born, she was so small…

I could lift her with just my two palms, and I kept telling myself, this is my daughter, my baby… It might sound funny, but that’s how it was, such a change in identity and ntality cannot happen instantly.”

“The next day after my daughter was born, I went back to work.

At that company, unlike ours, there was no sympathy, they only gave one day of paternity leave.

Then when I was at work, I didn’t think too much about my daughter, just occasionally opened the family group chat, looked at their photos, and shared so with my colleagues, that was all, I still had no real feel of being a father.”

Zhao Yingjun was listening intently.

Arms folded:

“When did you start feeling like a father?”

Brother Wang chuckled:

“[It was the mont my daughter felt wronged.]”

“I still rember it clearly, she was over three years old, playing in the park, her toy was taken away by another child.”

“At that ti, both her mother and I were busy with work; her grandmother was with her at the park.

The parents of the other child were indeed unreasonable, just saying the kids were playing, and they’d give it back after a while.

The old lady didn’t want to make a scene, just smiled and tried to make peace, telling my daughter to be understanding, to have a spirit of sharing.”

“When we got ho that night, my daughter’s eyes brimd with tears as she told about it.

A tiny thing, right?

For us adults, it’s minor, but for a three-year-old girl…

standing there, forcibly watching, waiting for others to tire of her favorite toy then give it back…

It’s actually pretty cruel.”

“Because their world is so small, one toy is that important, losing it could feel like the sky falling.

Compared to that, my daughter was sensible, she held back her tears, didn’t cry, waited until I ca ho from work in the evening, then threw herself in my arms, sobbing and sniffling—”

“‘Daddy, I really didn’t want to let him play…'”

Talking about this incident,

Brother Wang seed a bit lancholic, rubbing his nose:

“Now you’re hearing talk about this, you might not feel much empathy, seems like just nonsense, trivial stuff, kids fighting.

But it was at that mont, I felt what it was to be a father, I realized there was such a small person who needed protection, needed to back her up, needed to be her support.”

“From then on, my identity and my awareness changed in that mont, I really moved from being a boy to a man, from a man to a father.”

“Seriously, this transition in role for a man can’t be forced…

really, being a dad isn’t like being a mom, mothers can feel the baby’s presence in pregnancy, have those initial communications.”

“As for the role of a father, it’s always a bit slower, a bit duller.

But the day cos eventually, with continual interactions with the child, a man will eventually take up his responsibilities, shoulder the burden, and beco a tower of strength as a father.”

…

Listening to Brother Wang’s account,

the last of the sunlight was also disappearing behind the horizon.

Zhao Yingjun silently nodded:

“Sotis, it’s also slow for a woman to step into the role of a mother.”

“Ah?”

Listening, Brother Wang burst into laughter:

“That’s probably not the case, hey…

I see what you are concerned about, you’re worried about that, huh?

I understand, these days, many young people don’t want children, feeling they lack the patience, lack the affection.”