He is Lovestruck in the Revenge-Chapter 305 - 298 Xie Shang Changling Post-Wedding Side Story 3

Chapter 305: 298: Xie Shang Changling Post-Wedding Side Story 3

Chapter 305: 298: Xie Shang Changling Post-Wedding Side Story 3

Jinyi took his mother’s surname and was named Wen Jinyi. His diminutive was Weiwei, the only Weiwei.

Weiwei was very quiet, and he liked astronomy and physics. Although he sometimes could not fully understand, he enjoyed listening to Grandpa Guan’s lectures with Changling, his brother at the Guan family.

Apart from his parents and the elders from both the Xie and Su families, Miss Little Scar doted on Weiwei the most. Many of Weiwei’s sweaters, backpacks, and dolls were hand-knitted by Little Scar.

Weiwei called Little Scar “Little Auntie.” When he was still babbling, Weiwei could already say “Auntie.”

Artificial intelligence research in the medical field made significant progress, and Wen Changling was, therefore, very busy. Weiwei was mostly taken care of by Xie Shang. Weiwei did not particularly enjoy calligraphy, chess, painting, or music, and only learned casually. Still, he mastered them with style, which was very much like Xie Shang.

Although Weiwei didn’t talk much, his curiosity was strong, and he always had hundreds of thousands of “whys.” Why is the sea blue? Why do some watermelons have no seeds? Why don’t ships sink? Why can a stick move a car? Why do rivers flow downwards instead of upstream? Why did Huzi from the Gu family only score thirty on his math test?

Teacher Xin from the kindergarten said that Weiwei was unsociable and did not like to play with other children.

“Weiwei, let’s play ‘Pulling the Radish.'”

Langlang offered to be the radish first so that Weiwei could pull him out.

Engrossed in a picture book, Weiwei did not look at the eagerly waiting ‘radish’ on the ground, “I don’t want to play.”

Disappointed, Langlang went to find someone else to play ‘Pulling the Radish’ with.

A while later, Duoduo came to invite Weiwei to play, “Weiwei, your hair clip is so pretty. Can I wear it for a day? I’ll let you play with Beauty.”

Beauty was Duoduo’s favorite doll.

“No,” said Weiwei as he turned and sat on the other side, focusing on twisting the 2×2 Rubik’s Cube in his hand. The Rubik’s Cube was a gift from Changling, his brother.

Duoduo was about to cry in sadness, but Teacher Xin came over to comfort her.

Huanhuan was the most active child in the Strawberry Class, and he liked Weiwei the most because Weiwei was good-looking and smart. The last time Huanhuan had a nosebleed, Weiwei had pressed it, and it stopped bleeding. Weiwei had an uncle at home who practiced Chinese medicine and knew acupuncture points; Weiwei was just too amazing!

“Weiwei, I caught a butterfly, I’m so awesome!”

Huanhuan showed Weiwei his prize like a treasure.

On Weiwei’s desk lay a 2×2 Rubik’s Cube with all six sides the same color. He glanced up, “That’s a moth.”

“Ah, a moth.”

Huanhuan released the moth and began hopping around Weiwei, “Weiwei, come and catch me.”

“Weiwei.”

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“Weiwei, Weiwei, why aren’t you paying attention to me?”

Weiwei pulled out a 3×3 Rubik’s Cube, “Ji Huan, you’re so noisy.”

Alright, Huanhuan went to play with Duoduo.

Teacher Xin, who had witnessed everything, looked worried. She felt it was time to talk to Weiwei’s parents.

It was usually Xie Shang who came to pick Weiwei up from school.

After saying goodbye to his teacher, Weiwei came out on his own with a sunflower-themed backpack, “Daddy.”

Xie Shang, coming from his law firm with his suit jacket draped over his arm, held Little Star’s hand, “Did you have fun today?”

“Neither happy nor unhappy,” replied Weiwei.

Weiwei’s personality was a bit like Su Beihe’s, emotionally restrained, and much more composed than children of his age.

“Daddy, I want to eat sweet potatoes.”

Xie Shang took him to buy some.

The sweet potato seller, an elderly lady from an ethnic minority, would set up her stand every day under the camphor tree outside the kindergarten. She wore a headscarf that was quite old-fashioned. The lady looked very aged with a lot of white hair and age spots on her hands. She was not fluent in Mandarin but could understand it.

After Xie Shang paid her, he said, “Thank you.”

Weiwei also said, “Thank you.”

Weiwei always thanked Granny Zhu, who recognized her and put a few roasted chestnuts in a bag, handing them to Weiwei while speaking in Mandarin mixed with her local dialect.

Weiwei looked at Xie Shang.

Xie Shang nodded.

Only then did Weiwei reach out with both hands to accept the chestnuts from Granny Zhu, “Thank you, Granny Zhu.”

Granny Zhu waved her hands dismissively.

Xie Shang’s car was parked not too far away. It had started to get windy in the afternoon, and it had been raining frequently lately. A few raindrops fell, striking Weiwei’s face.

It was raining.

Weiwei closed the car door again, “Daddy, can you buy sweet potatoes for my classmates?”

Xie Shang gave her his wallet, “Go buy them yourself.”

Xie Shang let Weiwei do things on her own whenever she was capable. While she grew up in a good environment, she wasn’t spoiled.

Granny Zhu packed two bags of sweet potatoes and brought them with Weiwei to the kindergarten’s entrance, where Teacher Xin shared them with the children and their parents, who were all very happy.

That evening, there was a heavy shower, but Granny Zhu didn’t get caught in the rain because she had sold all her sweet potatoes early.

Teacher Xin said that Weiwei didn’t fit in, but Weiwei was well-liked, and the other children enjoyed playing with her. During Christmas, Langlang and Weiwei performed a skit about pulling up a radish, with Langlang playing the radish. Duoduo brought the prettiest hair clip from home to swap with Weiwei the next day. Huanhuan caught four moths and would give three to Weiwei, and Weiwei would catch a butterfly for him in return. Weiwei was very clever and made a butterfly net from Teacher Xin’s stocking.

In the end, Teacher Xin decided not to discuss this with Weiwei’s parents after all.

On Children’s Day, Teacher Xin posted photos of the children in the parents’ group: [Easton Strawberry Class Group]

Ho Chaotong’s Mom @ Wen Jinyi’s Mom: [Jinyi’s Mom, how did you braid Jinyi’s hair? My kid also wants me to do it for her, but I have no idea how.]

Wen Jinyi’s Mom: [Her dad did it.]

Xu Landuo’s Mom: [Requesting the tutorial]

Zhang Zihan’s Mom: [Requesting the tutorial]

Gu Tong’s Mom: [Requesting the tutorial]

Wen Changling posted a braiding tutorial video to the group.

A chorus of moms: I am sinful…

Who could understand? Slender fingers, prominent veins, just braiding a child’s hair, yet the strength and husbandly vibes overflowed through the screen.

Tonight there were many stars, the peony flowers reached over the top of the wall, their shadows and the slices of moonlight leaking through the cracks fell together on the ground.

An adult and a child sat on the bamboo bed in the courtyard.

“Mommy, why do the stars twinkle?”

Weiwei had a strong thirst for knowledge.

Madam Zhai often bragged proudly outside, saying Changling was a genius, and a genius had given birth to another genius.

“Because before starlight reaches our eyes, it has to pass through the atmosphere,” explained Wen Changling patiently to Little Star, “As it penetrates, the varying densities and temperatures of the atmosphere cause the light’s refraction to change; its intensity fluctuates, resulting in the flickering effect.”

Weiwei half-understood what was said.

Wen Changling cut a melon in half and shared it with Weiwei.

“Weiwei, happy Children’s Day.”

Weiwei smiled, “Mommy, happy birthday.”

Children’s Day was Wen Changling’s birthday.

The star-shaped lamp that Grandma Lin from next door had given now hung on the Chinese Toon Tree in Granny Zhu’s yard. Xie Shang lit up the mosquitorepelling agarwood and placed the incense burner in the center of the courtyard. With the star lamp shining, they wished every year could be as this day.