Chapter 1193 - 800: Their Son, Not Just Wants to Fly

"Those who mock your gifted notebook are no longer worthy of receiving your presents."

Yin Shixiu finished speaking, and Shuangshuang, this little girl, rolled her eyes twice, seemingly imagining how proud she would be at that moment. After seriously brewing the thought, she nodded vigorously at Yin Shixiu,

"Good idea!"

Su Xiaomeng chuckled slightly, and then saw Shuangshuang tumbling off the bed, "Then I’ll go back to my room to sleep, Dad, you can keep sleeping on the bed!"

The little girl patted the bed surface, acting as if she had forgiven him, and left the room on her own.

Su Xiaomeng sat by the bed, looking at the somewhat dazed Yin Shixiu, "What’s wrong? Haven’t you already thought of a solution?"

Yin Shixiu pulled Su Xiaomeng’s hand over and looked at her, "How about you?"

"What?"

"Did you ever get mocked when you were young? Did you ever...get bullied because of other people’s comparisons?"

"How could I possibly be?" Su Xiaomeng looked surprised.

Yin Shixiu looked at her, then nodded his chin, reached out to touch her head, and agreed, "True, with your personality...it’s probably others getting mocked by you."

"Yin Shixiu, if you can talk, then talk, if not, then shut up."

"Alright, shutting up."

"Mm! I meant shut your mouth...mm..." Yin Shixiu flipped over and pinned Su Xiaomeng underneath him, sealing her mouth tightly, and closing his own...

She stared with her eyes wide open, gazing directly at Yin Shixiu’s eyes... Unexpectedly, one person’s eyes first showed a hint of laughter, followed by the other person’s eyes also filled with laughter—tender and sweet...

He circled her wrist with the bracelet on and stroked her wrist, their bodies rubbing against each other... creating a intoxicating desire.

This intoxication lasted until the latter half of the night. Fortunately, the next day was the weekend, and both could afford to be lazy.

In a daze, Xiaomeng leaned against Yin Shixiu, stroking the firm flesh at his waist, murmuring, "Did you discuss anything with Huang Huang after dinner?"

"Huang Huang admires Matthew Moore the most. He knows he might not yet have the ability to be accepted as a disciple by Matthew Moore but still wants to give it a try..."

"Shixiu, have you ever thought, if Huang Huang really succeeds in becoming a disciple of Matthew Moore, he might not stay with us anymore."

"..."

Yin Shixiu slowly opened his originally closed eyes, looking at the ceiling in the dark, but didn’t speak, just gently patting Su Xiaomeng’s arm, patting... until the woman who raised this worrying and melancholy question actually fell asleep exhausted.

Birds grow wings to fly away someday... And their son not only wants to fly but also aims to fly high and far.

Xiaomeng slept until the sun was high in the sky, and Yin Shixiu wasn’t much better than her, waking up just half an hour earlier than she did.

Shuangshuang went to Zheng Garden for breakfast and stayed to play, while Prince Huang got up early, ate breakfast, and went into the music room. By the time Xiaomeng and Yin Shixiu were getting ready, continuous piano playing could still be heard coming from the music room.

Xiaomeng wanted to remind Huang Huang to take a break, but peeking through the glass window of the music room door, Su Xiaomeng saw Prince Huang frowning tightly, with tightly curled music scores tossed all over the floor, one on the east side and one on the west.

Knocked on the door,

"Huang Huang, take a break if it’s not going well, okay? We’ll have lunch soon."

"Mom, don’t come in and disturb me!"

"..."

"I’m not hungry."

Prince Huang’s mood was terrible. Xiaomeng rarely saw him so frustrated and depressed, like a lost person unable to find the way.

This little guy’s temper has been getting worse lately. Su Xiaomeng pursed her lips, but didn’t bump into her son’s muzzle, and withdrew to see Yin Shixiu coming over. Xiaomeng hurried to say,

"Not in a good state, his mood is sour..."

"Don’t bother him, let’s go eat."

"Ah? But that’s our son..."

"I know. I’ll have the maid pack some food for him to take later or have them cook something else for him." Yin Shixiu wrapped his arm around Su Xiaomeng’s waist and advised.

Su Xiaomeng truly felt that a man’s heart is bigger than a woman’s.

They hopped on the electric cart, and Yin Shixiu said to her, "Playing piano, reaching level 10 is a watershed, the dividing line between amateur and professional. But also a bottleneck, many pianists find it hard to advance beyond level 10."

"Huang Huang shouldn’t be facing that, right? He’s still so young..."

Yin Shixiu chuckled, "Don’t worry, just let nature take its course. Anyway, you never really expected Huang Huang to become a pianist, right?"

"Mm..."

As they arrived at Mengqin Garden, before entering, they could hear laughter and conversation coming from the hall. This sound...

Entering the house, Su Xiaomeng looked over and indeed!

Sitting and chatting happily with the Yin family elders were Guan Su and Mr. Zhou Guangren.

"Oh, stinky boy’s mom! And the one next to her... gee, doesn’t look like they’re of the same generation, huh. Hehehehe!" Mr. Zhou Guangren stroked his beard, happily speaking without a hint of guile.

Su Xiaomeng’s heart was delighted upon hearing this, she glanced at Yin Shixiu and muttered, "His eyes are sharp!"

"How do I feel...blind actually." Yin Shixiu replied with a wry smile, his mouth not moving, that remark aimed at Xiaomeng, while on the other side he greeted the elderly politely,

"Mr. Zhou, I’ve heard so much about you. My wife has told me what happened yesterday, if Huang Huang has been disrespectful in any way, I hope you’ll be understanding."

Wow, his words sounded beautiful. If she hadn’t heard Yin Shixiu secretly jab at her with "blind actually," she would’ve thought Yin Shixiu’s respect for this old gentleman came from the heart!

Mr. Zhou Guangren waved his hand, "Come on, don’t play games in front of me. When your Aunt Shaoqun and I were fellow apprentices, you were still wearing diapers! I know full well what kind of person you are!"

"..."

Wow, this Mr. Zhou dares to speak indeed.

However... Su Xiaomeng was a bit surprised looking at Yin Shixiu, turns out he was familiar with Mr. Zhou Guangren too.

"Don’t be surprised, your Aunt Shaoqun always told me you were a promising piano talent but refused to fully immerse yourself, preferring highbrow refined music, yet you pursued being a money-driven entrepreneur."

"Pfft..." Su Xiaomeng couldn’t help but laugh out loud, glanced at Yin Shixiu again, found his smile remaining very composed and pleasant.

"I also often heard Aunt Shaoqun mention Mr. Zhou, saying... you composed hundreds of wedding marches to chase Aunt Shaoqun, but all failed. I genuinely admire Mr. Zhou’s determination and courage."

Mr. Zhou Guangren’s expression changed from carefree happiness, his old face turning red, holding back his breath!