Chapter 1582 - 1584

Early in the morning, Gong Ruini was pushing Zhao Xuran to go out for a wander.

You should know that the place they were going to today was Gong Ruini’s most desired destination, and she even prepared lunch specially.

Looking at the large bags in Gong Ruini’s hands, Zhao Guangran felt guilty, "Sister-in-law, you see, you’ve come all the way to the United Kingdom, and I haven’t been able to properly entertain you."

"I really feel all sorts of distressed." His face was increasingly apologetic.

Feigning innocence, Gong Ruini slapped Zhao Guangran’s face away, "Don’t want to see you."

"Uh, but really..." Zhao Guangran was a bit awkward too, "It’s not like we haven’t had authentic Chinese food in ages."

"Our skills are really just limited to a few dishes, no matter how well we cook, it’s tiring to eat them constantly."

"Actually, it was Gong Jiaming, that kid, who came up with the idea." Zhao Guangran kept apologizing to Gong Jiaming in his heart.

Really, there’s no other way; if this matter isn’t handled well, would Gong Ruini let him off?

Hmph, Gong Jiaming’s idea? "Remember you said you’d treat us at a famous restaurant in London." The food’s already made and eaten; now what’s left to do is to strive for more benefits.

Oh no, she really remembers—Zhao Guangran couldn’t help but worry his wallet might not survive, what to do, what to do?

"Well, Pingping and the others are small; it’s inconvenient to dine out." Zhao Guangran thought for a while to organize his words.

Regarding this issue, Zhao Xuran stated it’s not a problem at all, "As long as they cut the meat, they’ll use forks themselves."

"Also, to train their eating ability, we’ve had countless special training sessions at home."

Considering travel issues, one couldn’t wash a multitude of clothes every day, and for this, Gong Ruini really trained them well.

Although there were occasional slips, the overall situation was really good; with a bit more practice, Gong Ruini affirmed they’d definitely become efficient at eating.

Alright, Zhao Guangran didn’t fret anymore; isn’t it just hosting? "Alright, let’s eat all over London."

"Actually, brother, if you like, I can take you to a bar; the bars here are quite similar to those in New York." Zhao Guangran sincerely recommended.

Is this a recommendation for bars, or an attempt to break up a marriage—Zhao Xuran unceremoniously slapped the hand off his shoulder.

"I’m a family man; I won’t go to such smoky, chaotic places." Zhao Xuran truly didn’t love places that Zhao Guangran would so strongly recommend with an expression of endless entertainment.

Family man? What’s that supposed to mean—is he implying he’s not a good person?

"Did I say anything wrong?" Zhao Xuran picked up the twins, who had long become impatient, ready to leave.

"Uncle." After staring at Zhao Guangran for a long time, Pingping finally called out as they were leaving.

"Uncle." Following Pingping’s lead, An An also called out.

Wow, what a surprise for Zhao Guangran—even though he was back in the United States, he was busy, returning to New York and meeting old friends, catching up.

Even if everyone had their own little agenda, the superficial relationship had to be maintained, just in case such connections came in handy someday.

Plus, Pingping and An An were so young back then, how could they remember him?

Did their big brother specifically teach them? No matter the reason, at least their big brother is genuinely a good person, even teaching Pingping and the others to call him.

Gong Ruini and Zhao Xuran were surprised by Pingping’s ability to say uncle and other similar words; however, they truly hadn’t told Pingping about Zhao Guangran’s appearance or how to call him.

Unexpectedly, Pingping actually called out voluntarily, but was it his own guess or a lucky guess—regardless, Gong Ruini didn’t believe Pingping actually remembered.

"Uncle, pretty, watch." Pingping said very clearly.

Ugh, Zhao Guangran, being a magnate, gave them a pair of watches as a first birthday gift, which Gong Ruini also mentioned.

"How do you know it was this uncle who gave it?" Gong Ruini asked her son again, perplexed.

"Mom talked about it."

"I’ve seen uncle."

"Gifts, lots of gifts."

Listing so many reasons, Gong Ruini thought her son definitely remembered the last one, and seeing Zhao Guangran so thrilled, she had no choice but to admit her son had truly charmed his uncle this time.

"Gifts, An An likes." An An said softly, prompted by Pingping’s gaze.

Oh my, whether An An truly remembered Zhao Guangran is definitely debatable, but it’s for sure she said this because of a cue from Pingping’s gaze.

With a nephew and a niece both singing his praises, how could Zhao Guangran not be pleased?

"Come back early today; Uncle will take you shopping." He sneered at Pingping and An An’s clothes, expressing maximum disdain and distaste.

In such a good mood, especially since the children remembered the gifts he gave—courteous, thankful children like these were rare, so he couldn’t let them be disappointed.

Taking Pingping and An An to buy clothes? Is magnate Zhao Guangran about to make a comeback? Gong Ruini was thrilled; having someone to solve the kids’ clothing needs was genuinely not cheap.

If she weren’t worried that calling him a magnate would scare Zhao Guangran away, Gong Ruini would definitely lavishly praise this magnate around, hoping he’d agree to supply all of Pingping and An An’s clothing needs.

"Alright, give Uncle a kiss and bring him good luck."

"Bless Uncle to make money today, then take you on a shopping spree," Zhao Guangran said generously.

Speechless, this uncle’s request was genuinely extraordinary, asking two toddlers to bless him.

"Good luck." Pingping and An An understood what a kiss meant and skillfully kissed Zhao Guangran on the cheek.

Since her child often kissed people, Gong Ruini didn’t find it odd, but Zhao Guangran’s reaction made Gong Ruini want to kick him.

Running around the room with raised hands, circling the sofa, shouting as he ran.

"Pingping kissed me; I’ll have good luck."

"An An kissed me; I’ll surely become rich."

Repetitively saying just these two sentences, Gong Ruini really wanted to remind him to use different words.

With Zhao Xuran pulling Gong Ruini and the others to leave—if they stayed, who knew what foolish thing Zhao Guangran might do?

Seeing her son’s dumbfounded expression, Gong Ruini dared to bet her son was secretly mocking Zhao Guangran.

Fortunately, they were indoors, with no outsiders around—otherwise, if word got out, who would cooperate with Zhao Guangran?

After a celebratory episode, Zhao Guangran realized he hadn’t arranged a time with Gong Ruini and the others; he stopped to organize a meeting time.

However, he couldn’t find them, dumbfounded.

"I’ve already discussed with Xuran where to meet, and I’ve given Xuran our company’s address," at a crucial moment, the boss was truly unreliable in all sorts of ways.

Zhao Guangran felt embarrassed, once again making a fool of himself in front of Gong Jiaming—not that he isn’t an intelligent person, but the frequency of his blunders truly makes one exasperated.