CHAPTER 1508: CHAPTER 1430: CHILDHOOD FUN

Regarding Ye Ranran, he knows everything. Jun Mochan has never hidden anything from him and would tirelessly talk about Ye Ranran over and over again.

He would say she’s gentle as water, beautiful and intelligent, resilient and wise.

So in Jun’s little mind, Ye Ranran is perfect.

"Then shall we call Mommy?"

Jun nodded enthusiastically like a pecking chicken: "Okay, okay."

Ye Ranran had just gotten into the car when her phone rang. She glanced at the screen and saw it was Jun Mochan calling. Instinctively, she looked around her surroundings.

"Why are you calling at this time?" she asked.

"Fu Rong doesn’t have time to bother with you right now. Don’t worry."

It sounded as though he could see what Fu Rong was doing.

"Baby misses you. Say a few words to him." Before Ye Ranran could respond, Jun’s little face appeared on the phone screen.

"Mommy." He waved at Ye Ranran through the screen.

Ye Ranran felt a surge of warmth in her heart, like small flowers blooming in a field, filling her whole being with life and color. Her smile lit up her face: "Baby, aren’t you supposed to be in class today?"

"Class is over now, and the stuff they teach is so easy. I can go or not go; it doesn’t matter."

"Really? Then next time, I’ll test you."

"Okay! Daddy says I’m very smart, but Mommy is the smartest."

Such a young age and already knows how to flatter people—Ye Ranran wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry. She turned to Jun Mochan, "How are you teaching him?"

"Just telling the truth. Besides, he’s three years old now—he’s not a baby anymore, right, Baby?"

"Yeah, Daddy says I’ve grown up and need to be sensible."

That reasoning...

"He’s only three. What could he possibly understand?"

Jun Mochan set Jun down and motioned for him to go inside and read.

"Daddy, say goodbye to Mommy for me." Although reluctant, Jun obediently left.

"When I was his age, Grandpa had already started teaching me the Art of War." Jun Mochan’s tone was calm.

Ye Ranran was taken aback. Before she could respond, Jun Mochan continued, "A solid foundation now will mean blessings later."

If you’re alive, there’s plenty to enjoy. If you’re not, even billions of wealth won’t bring happiness.

"I just think he’s too young—it’s too hard on him." No childhood fun—what’s left to enjoy?

"He has everything other kids have. I even take him to amusement parks sometimes. Kindergarten doesn’t teach much; him going there is more about playing and experiencing things. But my son, Jun Mochan’s child, cannot be the same as ordinary children. What others don’t know, he must know—and not just know, but excel at."

Put simply, the commercial empire he will inherit in the future, possibly more than that, is a responsibility he has to be ready to shoulder.

As they say, three years old sets the foundation for a lifetime—if you don’t teach them well when they’re young, you won’t be able to teach them later.

"Alright." Ye Ranran didn’t argue with him. Fine, he could be the strict father; she could play the role of the nurturing mother.

Without realizing it, Ye Ranran had already slipped into this role naturally.

"I’ve already asked One to investigate this matter. I believe there will be results soon. But before that, you’ll need to endure some pressure," Jun Mochan suddenly said.

"I understand. It’s not the first time something like this has happened. I can handle it. Don’t worry, I’m already revising my speech draft and planning to start the election next week."

"Alright. I’ll come pick you up next weekend. If there’s anything you want to do, make sure to finish it in this period." He didn’t want her to have any regrets.