Chapter 1128 - 745: The Trust I Had in You Is Being Broken by Your Own Hands

"So your phone, anyone can touch it... Yin Shixiu, I thought you had a germaphobia?"

"I left my phone charging in the office while I was in a meeting next door. I didn’t expect anyone to go in..."

"Didn’t know... Haha, just like you didn’t know about that lipstick mark on your collar last time? Yin Shixiu, all my trust in you is being dismantled bit by bit by your own hands..."

Su Xiaomeng finished speaking calmly, not caring what more Yin Shixiu had to say, and pressed the "end call" button, then immediately turned off her phone.

Back in the house, Shuangshuang and Huanghuang had already bathed, and Su Xiaomeng led them back to their rooms.

Jun Garden is actually built in the style of a traditional courtyard house. Although it’s only two stories high, there are quite a few rooms in the structure.

Shuangshuang and Huanghuang have grown up a bit by now, and earlier this year, Su Xiaomeng had already arranged for the two small guest rooms adjacent to the master bedroom to be prepared, so both Shuangshuang and Huanghuang could have their own rooms.

But as it turned out, Su Xiaomeng never expected that Shuangshuang would refuse to sleep in a room alone, insisting on sticking with her brother, with whom she often bickered during the day.

When asked for Prince Huang’s opinion, he, with a cold and proud face, would only show indulgence towards Shuangshuang.

The siblings still stay together, living in a large bedroom with a symmetrical interior layout alternating blue and pink, which both Shuangshuang and Huanghuang were satisfied with.

It was already nine o’clock.

Shuangshuang climbed up to the top bunk of the high bed, pulled the quilt over her head, and seemed ready to sleep. Prince Huang lay by the bed watching Shuangshuang,

"Not reading?"

The little one with her head covered was completely still, clearly not planning to respond to Prince Huang.

Prince Huang looked to Su Xiaomeng, "I’ve already called her, she’s not listening."

This way of "handing over responsibility" made Su Xiaomeng feel helpless yet amused.

Su Xiaomeng had already understood Shuangshuang’s disinterest in studying, which wasn’t as pressing in the United Kingdom, where primary school workloads are relatively lighter than back home.

Though Su Xiaomeng had gone through it herself, schooling wasn’t as competitive back then as it is now, with the phrase "don’t lose at the starting line" ruining many children’s childhoods. Parents hardly dare to relax from kindergarten onwards, afraid their children will fall behind in class.

After understanding the situation of primary education in China over the last two years, Su Xiaomeng was conflicted about whether to let the kids study back home.

But after careful consideration and cross-comparison, the educational differences between China and the West are many, and it’s hard to determine which educational model is better or more superior.

As Yin Shixiu would say, it’s survival of the fittest, the same everywhere.

It seems Yin Shixiu can only make such statements, as he truly grew up surviving the fittest.

Su Xiaomeng didn’t want to put too much pressure on Shuangshuang and Huanghuang, but she feared the outcome if they faced examination-based education and didn’t do well on their papers.

The decision was made by consulting with Shuangshuang and Huanghuang, requiring half an hour of textbook reading every night before bed.

When deciding to return, Su Xiaomeng had already arranged for someone to prepare a first-grade textbook that covered the curriculum back home, having the siblings start reading it while they were in London.

Prince Huang is truly a relief, reading when it’s time to read, without any procrastination. It’s just Shuangshuang... a real headache.

So Xiaomeng placed the responsibility on Prince Huang to keep an eye on Shuangshuang a bit.

Now it seems, Shuangshuang reads with a lackadaisical attitude, while Prince Huang watches Shuangshuang with equal indifference...

"Shuang’er, in a couple of days you’ll be going to a new school. If you end up being laughed at for not doing well in your studies, don’t come crying to me, okay?"

"Whew... whew..."

"Shuang’er?"

"Mom, I’m already asleep. If you need anything, let’s talk about it tomorrow. Whew... whew..."

The mischievous girl under the covers really made Su Xiaomeng want to lose her temper, but gently patting the puffed-up duvet,

"Alright, let’s call it a day. Tomorrow, no playing tricks, don’t sleep with the covers over your head."

"Okay. Whew... whew..."

Shuangshuang peeked her head out, eyes tightly closed, her little appearance too rebellious to handle.

Su Xiaomeng turned off the bedside lamp on the top bunk, noticing Prince Huang sitting at the small desk, already flipping through the newly received textbook for today...

Sitting next to Prince Huang,

"Do you want Mom to keep you company?"

Prince Huang put down the textbook, "Mom, these books are hard to get used to..."

Su Xiaomeng patted Prince Huang’s head, saying to him, "Yes, the textbooks you used before are quite different from the primary school textbooks here. But you need to learn to adapt slowly, okay?"

"...Hmm."

"If you encounter something you don’t understand, feel free to ask the teacher, or you can ask Mom."

"Okay."

"As for your sister’s studies, you, as her brother, must take responsibility. If she doesn’t understand something, you should be patient in teaching her. Both of you making progress together is the best."

As Su Xiaomeng spoke, Prince Huang’s expression visibly stiffened, showing a face of difficulty, and he muttered while touching his nose,

"Then we’re doomed... she’s so dumb..."

Just as Prince Huang finished muttering, a small rabbit fell from the sky, hitting the back of his head.

A plush rabbit hitting someone doesn’t hurt, but...

Su Xiaomeng and Prince Huang looked up almost simultaneously...

"Whew... whew..."

Prince Huang rubbed his head, clearly not planning to argue with the childish Shuangshuang, only looking at Su Xiaomeng, shrugging helplessly, "Shuangshuang is truly incorrigible..."

Su Xiaomeng picked up the small plush rabbit from the ground, placed it on the table, and sighed softly, still carefully instructing Prince Huang on what to pay attention to at school,

"In any case, absolutely no fighting, you understand?"

"Oh."

"Look at me and promise me."

Prince Huang turned his head to look at Su Xiaomeng, "Mom... I’m not a thug, I won’t just fight randomly."

"Even if you encounter a tricky problem, the first thing to do is to find your homeroom teacher or call Mom. You can’t resolve issues with violence."

"..."

"Yin Huaiyu?"

Prince Huang seemed to find it really hard to agree to this promise, even under Su Xiaomeng’s slightly coercive gaze.

"Alright, Mom, I promise you."

"That’s my good boy."

Su Xiaomeng hugged the little guy’s head and kissed his forehead, "Oh, there’s one last thing to remind you of."

"Hmm..."

Despite not saying it, Su Xiaomeng already saw the disdain in the little guy’s eyes, probably thinking she’s being too naggy.

"You and Shuangshuang have been in the UK since childhood, so your English might be better than other kids of the same age, but... remember, don’t be arrogant, don’t rely on your English skills and not pay attention in English class, got it?"

Prince Huang quickly nodded, just hoping Mom would finish her reminders quickly.

Seeing he was annoyed, Su Xiaomeng knew that if she said more, he probably wouldn’t listen, "Don’t stay up too late reading, rest when you’re tired, okay?"

"Yes, goodnight, Mom."

"Goodnight, baby."

After saying goodnight to Prince Huang, Su Xiaomeng didn’t forget to tiptoe on her toes and say goodnight to Shuang’er, who was pretending to be asleep,

"Good night. Haley."

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The phone was only turned on when Su Xiaomeng woke up the next morning, and ten or so missed calls suddenly popped up, occupying the entire phone screen.

She glanced over them, and among the calls from the same person, there were two from Chi Lun.

Su Xiaomeng instantly sobered up, looked at the time, and quickly called back. It didn’t take long for the call to be answered,

"Morning."

Chi Lun’s bright and cheerful voice came from the other end.

"It’s not even seven yet, you’re up so early?"

Su Xiaomeng quickly asked.

"I was busy with a paper last night, worked until morning, didn’t sleep, just made myself a cup of coffee."

Su Xiaomeng was shocked, "Didn’t sleep all night? My God... what kind of paper requires such extreme effort? Staying up all night is bad for your health..."

"It’s fine, I’m used to it, don’t worry."

Although Chi Lun spoke casually, Su Xiaomeng’s heart was filled with mixed feelings; she wanted to say... she’s not really worrying about him...

"Well... Am I going to have to stay up late a lot in the future too? Haha..."

Su Xiaomeng chuckled dryly, awkwardly asking... Thinking about those two calls from last night... this guy wouldn’t be a workaholic, would he? Used to staying up late... she wouldn’t accompany that!

"Oh, no, no, everyone’s accustomed to working times differently."

"Then... those two calls Professor Chi made to me last night were..."

"Ran into a couple of problems regarding British literature, isn’t your master’s thesis also on British literature? So I wanted to consult you."

"At one thirty in the morning... to consult... a problem?"

Su Xiaomeng blinked, trying hard to suppress her surprise, shock, and the urge to curse, calmly asking...

"Uh... it didn’t disturb you, did it? You had your phone off..."

"No, no..."

But if I didn’t have the phone off, wouldn’t you have disturbed me?!

"I saw you called twice in a row, thought it was something urgent..."

"It’s sorted out now."

"Then... you’re not going back to sleep or anything?"

"No, I’ll help tidy up your desk in a bit."

"Ahem... thank you, Professor Chi. Then if there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up first..."

"Alright, goodbye."

Chi Lun set the phone aside, sipping the freshly brewed coffee while leaning by the office window, looking at the desk not far from him... piled up with chaotic books and files.

Clearing it up would probably take quite an effort.

Sue Su.

This name hasn’t appeared in the public media for a long time. But that video of her standing in a large London University lecture hall, recounting her experience of a terrorist attack... can still be found—The last moment in my life.

The coming new semester should be very interesting...

The morning sunlight poured into the office, illuminating the messy desk, shining on this young professor with long hair...

The aroma of strong coffee filled the office...

Su Xiaomeng stretched, got out of bed... looked at the screen lit up again, flashing with the words "Uncle," Su Xiaomeng ignored it.

Went out for a morning run.