Chapter 1580 - 1582

Gong Ruini was stunned to see the man holding just two suitcases and a baby stroller.

"What about our clothes?" Surely, they weren’t planning on buying new ones over there.

"I only packed a few things. I don’t think there’s a need to bring too much." Zhao Xuran opened the suitcase for Gong Ruini to see the luggage they were taking to Europe.

Alright, the necessary luggage was brought. But, "What about Pingping and An An’s clothes?"

"We’ll buy new ones over there." Zhao Xuran was straightforward. "We’re staying with Guang Ran for a while, so we can buy a few things and just wash them more frequently."

"Besides, we’re planning to rent a car as soon as we get there." Zhao Xuran had everything figured out.

Okay then, since everything was planned, why should she worry about it? Leave the troublesome things to the man to handle.

Pingping and An An were already prepared and had started to doze off, while Gong Jiaxin was constantly tapping their heads, indicating not to fall asleep.

"Wow, you’re about to leave Auntie for so long and yet, you don’t seem to miss her at all." Although she often said she was annoyed by Pingping and An An and wanted to give them a good lesson, she always bought them nice things when going out.

"If you can’t bear to leave, just come along with us," Gong Ruini suggested, pondering the lack of an extra helping hand. If she could coax Gong Jiaxin to come along, it would be perfect.

Go with them? Gong Jiaxin chuckled, "Do you take me for a fool?"

"Only when I’m full would I consider going with you guys." Even Wan Yihui eventually gave up on joining their trip to Europe.

Following Zhao Xuran and his family meant enjoying good food and drink for sure.

"More importantly, I’ve just received an order." This time, Gong Jiaxin was truly gearing up to dive into her work.

What does that mean? Gong Ruini looked curiously at the energetically charged Gong Jiaxin.

Just yesterday, the same person was complaining about not having enough orders, and today, she claims she has one. Gong Ruini thought it ought to be an act.

This kid really put her acting skills up to avoid traveling to Europe.

"It’s true; it’s for designing a wedding dress."

"I didn’t even know someone found my wedding dress designs interesting." Gong Jiaxin said, genuinely surprised.

Designing wedding dresses again, Gong Ruini understood. Actually, she wanted to ask since the wedding dresses were so interesting, why was no one commissioning her for gowns.

Though one is a wedding dress and the other is a gown, there’s still a connection between the two.

Not just Gong Ruini, even Gong Jiaxin found it odd, but oh well, "Business is business."

"At least someone remembers me." Despite the slow progress and not having established her own brand yet, Gong Jiaxin was quite content.

Compared to those classmates who stayed as assistants behind famous designers, Gong Jiaxin’s path in the fashion circle was particularly tough, but she was truly content.

Following a designer can teach you a lot, but it can also easily lead to a change in style.

If you encounter a not-so-great designer, no matter how long you study, there won’t be any progress, and the idea of learning something from them is just a dream.

Gong Ruini looked at the starry-eyed Gong Jiaxin and patted her shoulder, "Do your best. When I get married, I’ll count on you for my wedding dress."

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After a hectic scramble, Gong Ruini finally managed to check-in the luggage and, feeling relaxed, hooked her arm around Zhao Xuran’s as they headed to the departure lounge.

Zhao Xuran was pushing the stroller, "See, isn’t it much easier this way?" This is how traveling should be, rather than feeling like you’re fleeing with a bunch of stuff.

Seeing him almost showing off, Gong Ruini gave him a gentle shove, "I know you plan better and think things through more than I do."

Tch, wasn’t it just about saving money? Shopping in the UK, would she even have time to hunt for cheap but good quality children’s clothes?

Especially since Pingping and An An are growing so fast, clothes can only last one season and shouldn’t be wasted.

Sigh, Gong Ruini looked at the two children in the stroller throwing a fit, "Really don’t know who they’re like. When we were kids, having clothes was enough."

Those days, having clothes to wear was all that mattered, whether they were new or patched didn’t really matter.

But when it comes to Pingping and An An, it had become about choosing a style they were satisfied with, or they’d cry and refuse to wear it.

"Times are different. We’re not saying to spoil them, but at least we can’t be harsh. Plus, the clothes you buy aren’t expensive." Most of the clothes were bought by Gong Ruini and Gong Jiaxin when they went shopping, and Zhao Xuran knew they never bought anything unless it was on sale.

Not expensive? If it were expensive clothes, Gong Ruini would be heartbroken, "You have no idea how grateful I am these clothes are cheap. If they were expensive, I’d really be bleeding."

Pingping’s wide eyes were filled with astonishment, seeing so many people, his mouth couldn’t close.

Gong Ruini noticed her son’s stunned expression, "Gosh, you’ve flown on a plane before."

Pingping glanced at Gong Ruini and ignored her, pulling An An along as they muttered about the shops they passed, of course speaking in gibberish.

Gong Ruini was helpless, even though they were capable of speaking, they still preferred their gibberish language.

"Mommy, eat." Pingping pointed excitedly at someone holding a drumstick.

Afraid they wouldn’t let him eat, he kept patting his own belly, "Tummy hungry."

"Hungry."

"Want drumstick."

"Eat."

Listening to the little duo, Gong Ruini ignored them and signaled Zhao Xuran to push the stroller quickly away.

Such greasy stuff, could their little stomachs handle it?

Seeing the drumstick shop fade into the distance, Pingping immediately burst into tears.

Goodness, they really started crying, and Gong Ruini could only roll her eyes, "Why cry? There’s bread to eat."

"I made it myself." The big kitchen had a big oven, and Gong Ruini was busy making all sorts of delicious treats, so there was no need to buy bread or cake at home.

Homemade, Pingping pouted, "Doesn’t taste good."

"Eat it every day."

Wow, this little rascal claimed his dislike was because he ate it every day. Why doesn’t he just fly to the moon?

Humph, you don’t love eating it, "Well, there’s only bread now."

"If you want drumsticks, go buy it yourself."

"But do you have money?" Gong Ruini asked, amused, about something Pingping certainly didn’t have.

Money? What’s that? Pingping asked, bewildered.

"Money is what buys Pingping clothes and chicken drumsticks you want to eat."

After thinking for a long time, Pingping realized he didn’t have any of that stuff. What should he do?

Pingping thought it over and looked up at Gong Ruini, "Pingping has no money."

"Then you can’t buy it." Gong Ruini didn’t think her words were too harsh; they were indeed the truth.

Can’t buy it? Pingping’s lip began to tremble.

"Crying won’t help." Gong Ruini wasn’t going to indulge him.

Sigh, this was the aftermath of last New Year’s visit when she already talked to the adults, saying they’d handle the kids’ education. Yet, whenever Pingping pouted, they’d agree to anything immediately.