Chapter 1225: Chapter 1225 Accepting the Challenge 11
Mrs. Wang also understood calligraphy and kept nodding: “Indeed, it’s wonderful. She truly is a multi-talented good child. But I wonder what the competition of Na Hai is really about. Do you have any connections at the United Nations that could find out?”
Mr. Wang replied: “My connections probably pale in comparison to her foster father’s. The child came to me today to hone her skills in Go, likely to show off her level of skill.”
Mrs. Wang asked: “So how is her skill in Go?”
Mr. Wang said: “Even if she were to participate in an international Go tournament, she could bring back awards.”
Mrs. Wang sighed in relief, her face breaking into a smile: “As expected from our own granddaughter. She’s definitely inherited your legacy in Go. None of the other kids like Go, and yet you kept saying you have no successors. See, how could there be no successors?”
Mr. Wang was also pleased and, the happier he was, the more he wanted to scold Wang Zimei: “How did I end up with such an unfeeling and heartless daughter?”
Mrs. Wang said: “Alright, calm down. Thankfully, heaven didn’t forsake her, and gave her a pair of good foster parents. Now her marriage is blissful too. Seeing that child makes me think of our little daughter; they look so alike.”
Mr. Wang also missed his youngest daughter, who was his favorite, but also his deepest sorrow.
Mr. Wang embraced Mrs. Wang: “Whether this girl succeeds or fails in the Na Hai battle, we must protect her well.”
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Ye Xingguang returned home to find Xiao Hua complaining for quite some time. Mo Yinhe saw his parents return and felt liberated, “You both finally came back! Always out and about, leaving your children at home unattended.”
This sarcastic tone made Ye Xingguang recall the once-cold little Mo.
Ye Xingguang kept apologizing, holding Xiao Hua and taking her for a bath.
Ye Junqing wanted to take his son to bathe, but Mo Yinhe was unwilling: “I want Mom to bathe me too.”
Ye Junqing looked down at his son: “Didn’t you always refuse to let your mom bathe you?”
“People change.”
Facing Ye Junqing’s intense aura of jealousy, Mo Yinhe stood his ground: “I’m only five years old.”
Unfortunately, regardless of whether he was five or six, Ye Junqing lifted him directly to the bathroom, dreaming that his wife would bathe this little guy during the day.
Mo Yinhe was frustrated but couldn’t conquer Ye Junqing’s strength, so he could only complain coldly: “I’m your son!”
“If you weren’t my son, I would’ve thrown you out long ago!”
Ye Junqing tossed him into the bathtub and stepped in himself, lying in the tub and picking up a newspaper, reading while bath soaking. However, whenever Mo Yinhe tried to jump out of the bathtub, he was promptly pulled back, like Sun Wukong never escaping Buddha’s palm.
Mo Yinhe huffed heavily, resigning himself to soaking in the bathtub.
“Dad, do you think Mom will win in the Na Hai battle?”
“I believe in your mom.”
“Should we secretly take action to ensure Mom’s victory?”
Mo Yinhe’s mind was full of a hundred schemes to guarantee his mom shines brilliantly in the Na Hai battle.
Ye Junqing said, “Winning or losing, why take it so seriously? Does your mom really lack that bit of glory from the Na Hai battle?”
“So, you don’t agree with us doing anything in secret? If Mom loses, wouldn’t she be upset?”
“Winning dishonorably, she’d feel even worse.”