The first thing to learn is language-related topics, followed by developing logical thinking.
"J.C operates on a wide scale, with many subsidiaries spread almost around the globe. So, Ranran, he needs to understand what others are saying." He didn’t want his child to be blind to the world, relying on translators for everything in the future.
"I get it. I won’t object, but do you think the ti spent at kindergarten could be shortened a bit?" That way, there could be more flexibility, right?
"No need. Next year, I’ll let him start elentary school." Let him enjoy another year of ease.
That soon? Ye Ranran was stunned but didn’t object. She knew how much pressure kids face these days, especially those born into such families.
After finishing the discussion about the child’s education, Jun Mochan pulled out several thick photo albums.
"Ranran, co here."
Ye Ranran and Jun Mochan sat face-to-face on the bed, both cross-legged.
"These are all about you." Ye Ranran opened the top-most album. There she was, a younger Ye Ranran, wearing a red cotton jacket, her smile radiating joy, brows curved in happiness.
Seeing her younger self, Ye Ranran took the album closer.
There were quite a lot of photos. The earlier ones were well-taken, while the later ones turned out uneven due to angle issues.
"Why is this one just a side profile?" Ye Ranran pointed to one of the photos and asked.
In the photo, a young girl was wearing a ponytail and a white dress, her lips curved. Even though it was just a side profile, her happiness was palpable.
What had made her so happy? She looked so joyful.
"Because this one was taken secretly by ." Jun Mochan admitted straightforwardly.
"At the ti, I knew you, but you didn’t know . I thought this girl looked pretty cute, so I snapped a photo." Jun Mochan explained.
But from his slightly evasive eyes, Ye Ranran could sense sothing different. She lunged at him: "Fess up! Did you secretly have a crush on back then?"
"Yes, yes, I’ve liked you for a long ti. But back then, you had a boyfriend. Later, when you broke up with him, I got together with you."
Betrayed, hurt—those mories Jun Mochan never told Ye Ranran. He didn’t want her to recall them.
After all, she’d already accepted him now, so whether she rembered them or not didn’t really matter anymore.
"Really? That easy?" It sounded a little surreal, but it seed logical enough—she couldn’t find any flaws in his story.
"I have a successful career and striking looks. You had no reason to turn down."
"Keep dreaming." Ye Ranran scoffed dismissively.
Jun Mochan grabbed her hands: "Tell , am I wrong?"
"Maybe I liked you for your money at the ti." Ye Ranran retorted, sticking to her stubbornness.
She’d absolutely never admit to being swayed by his looks.
"That’s okay, as long as I love you." Jun Mochan lowered his head.
Just as the room’s atmosphere was heating up, Jun Baby pushed the door open from outside: "Mommy, I finished my howork."
"Mommy, did Daddy bite you?" Jun Baby’s eyes were a bit strange, almost pitying.
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