Chapter 1577 - 1579

Zhan Jing was genuinely against letting An An start early education like Pingping, but now she is completely at ease.

However, she didn’t expect the news to reach back home, only to be met with a not-so-great attitude.

Sarcasm was minor; even Gong Tao bluntly asked Gong Ruini if Pingping and An An were really their children, which made Gong Ruini fuming with anger.

"Pingping, An An, let’s run together." Previously, the two children had to be carried to the terrace, but now Zhao Xuran doesn’t hold them; he lets them hold hands and walk up by themselves.

Gong Ruini yawned continuously, carrying a heavy camcorder on her shoulder. No matter what, they just wouldn’t believe it.

They even straightforwardly said, don’t expect a few photos to smooth things over. Without video evidence, they wouldn’t believe.

Although Gong Ruini thought they wanted to see more of the twins beyond just eating, drinking, playing, and sleeping, she had no choice but to record.

"One, two, one. One, two, one." Pingping chanted rhythmically, holding An An’s little hand.

Zhao Xuran ran behind them the whole way, of course, due to special circumstances today.

If not for the camcorder, Zhao Xuran would surely run his own pace, as long as he observed from a distance.

As for Pingping, although a bit mischievous, he knew not to play around at this time; otherwise, he’d face serious punishment.

Pingping never thought punishment to be a problem, but rather amusing. However, he couldn’t burden An An.

Pingping was used to just the two of them running, and seeing Zhao Xuran following today, he was dumbfounded for quite a while.

"Daddy, aren’t you running?"

"Daddy needs to supervise you." Zhao Xuran was anxious, praying the kid wouldn’t say something shocking.

He better not, or the old folks watching this video would give them a hard time.

"Oh." Pingping acknowledged, then turned to continue running with An An.

Zhao Xuran let out a long sigh; as for what that "oh" meant, he didn’t have the time to concern himself with it.

Gong Ruini watched from behind, laughing. This kid disdained his son’s slow pace, often running on his own. See what happens now, almost backfired.

Gong Ruini thought the running would soon end, but unexpectedly, they ran numerous laps, tiring her considerably.

Running was one thing; it could be seen as exercise. But carrying a heavy camera on her shoulder was another, so Gong Ruini secretly decided to set it down for a rest.

In her view, it was just running. The connection could be easily edited back together wherever it cut off.

Gong Ruini had just found a chair to sit and rest. "Mom, why aren’t you filming?"

"Mom, we have something to say to Grandpa and Grandma." Pingping raised his voice.

Oh no, Gong Ruini panicked, ever since realizing her son’s tattling habit, she had been exceptionally vigilant.

Every time she filmed them, she was particularly careful, capturing moments when they weren’t aware.

And each time they called, she was extremely cautious. If something seemed off, she’d take the phone away.

Gong Ruini knew Zhan Jing and the others were aware, but it didn’t matter; everyone pretending ignorance wasn’t so bad.

But today, there was no way to stealthily record, "What do you plan to say?"

"Tattling," Pingping said righteously, "Tattling, tattling."

See, this child was obviously up to this idea. Gong Ruini turned away, refusing to look at Pingping. As if by saying so, it would happen; he’s taking himself too seriously.

"There’s always a chance." Pingping indicated that even if not today, he would find the opportunity.

"This filming is for Grandpa." Initially, Pingping didn’t understand why Dad, Mom, Uncle, and Aunt were carrying the camera to film them.

But now he understood it was to show Grandpa and them, giving him an idea. Since they didn’t want him tattling, isn’t this a great opportunity?

Oh dear, there it was. Gong Ruini knew they would eventually find a chance, might as well let them vent.

Save on some international call charges, "Film it, then."

Hmph, so what if they film, as these kids are in great health. Even if Zhan Jing and the others saw, it would only prove they’re well taken care of.

Not to mention Zhao Gang wasn’t against them learning martial arts, just worried they were too young, fearing it might harm them.

Seeing Pingping and An An doing well now, would the family still object?

Gong Ruini was reluctant to move, pitifully looking at Zhao Xuran. Running at this pace was tiring even for him.

Gong Ruini signaled that she needed to appear to rescue someone in this moment.

"My shoulder hurts." Gong Ruini kept rubbing her shoulder, looking pitiful.

Zhao Xuran previously suggested he could film, as the heavy machine was no joke for his wife to carry.

"Daddy, is it okay?" Pingping called out.

Zhao Xuran nodded, "It’s on."

Pingping acknowledged, then pulled An An to bow toward the camera, "Hello, Grandpa and Grandma."

"Hello, Grandma and Grandpa."

"Hello, Ancestors."

"Hello, Uncle and Aunt."

"Hello, Uncle, Uncle, and Aunt."

Gong Ruini watched, full of pride at her sweaty yet polite son and daughter greeting everyone.

Which family’s well-mannered kids are these? They’re ours, born by us.

Of course, Gong Ruini remained vigilant. Such a polite opening was just the appetizer, showing they were well-mannered kids.

The main point was coming next, and Gong Ruini was really anticipating it, curious who Pingping would start with.

Yet unexpectedly, Pingping went on to thank a lot of people, making Gong Ruini almost fall asleep.

Gong Ruini imagined such talented individuals, if they became stars and were suddenly told they won an award, going on stage to accept it, they would handle it effortlessly.

Certainly, they’d include everyone deserving gratitude, but was it a bit verbose?

Please, they’re just kids, being able to perfectly say what needs to be said is a great achievement, thought Gong Ruini.

Yet such official talk, Gong Ruini was genuinely tired of. She was eager to hear the theme of Pingping’s tattling.

If not worried about overstimulating Pingping, she would have preferred him to be straightforward and concise.

At this moment, Gong Ruini seriously considered making coffee to perk up. While pondering about fetching some food and drink, she heard Pingping mention her.

Gong Ruini involuntarily stiffened, was the main act about to begin?