After a good laugh, Xue An asked, "What about Hu Ying and the girls, Xiang Xiang and Nian Nian?"
"Hu Ying has recently become obsessed with a game, she’s having the time of her life playing it in the Magic Treasures Pavilion! Xiang Xiang and Nian Nian are studying; I’ve set a rule that they must read for at least an hour each day. Later, I’ll have to check. If they don’t pass, they’re not allowed any snacks for the day!"
"An hour, won’t that be too hard on them?" Xue An felt sorry for his daughters.
"Too hard? One hour?" An Yan widened her eyes, "Xiang Xiang and Nian Nian are already seven years old! At this age, they would have been in kindergarten on Earth by now! I’m just making them read a bit more, otherwise, are they supposed to play all day?"
What followed was a thorough scolding from An Yan, mostly about how Xue An was spoiling the two girls rotten.
Xue An had heard these words so much lately that his ears were nearly calloused, but he didn’t dare not listen. He just kept a smile on his face, nodding frequently, and from time to time, he even had to express his agreement.
"That’s right! What the wife says is right! I know my mistake!"
Under the magic of this married man’s three-phrases charm, An Yan’s scolding continued for a full five minutes before coming to an end.
Then An Yan crossed her arms, somewhat angrily, "It infuriates me, the more I talk about it!"
Xue An chuckled, "Okay, okay, I know you’re doing this for the girls’ sake. But they’re not like other kids; they’ll have nearly limitless time to learn in the future, so I just wanted to make their childhood a bit more cheerful!"
"Pah! Even with limitless time, it shouldn’t be wasted. Didn’t we all come from the same beginnings? If we really leave them be, and they grow up without any perseverance, wouldn’t that be terrible?"
An Yan’s words sobered up Xue An.
He really hadn’t thought about these things.
And, thinking it over, he realized An Yan made a lot of sense.
If childhood was just endless playtime, that might not be such a good thing either!
Only with moderation could a person’s character be cultivated.
"Yan’er, I understand. I’ll pay attention to this from now on!" Xue An said sincerely.
An Yan’s mood shifted from anger to joy, and then suddenly, she remembered something, "Hubby, I saw it all in the Magic Treasures Pavilion; that Miss Zhuo is so pitiful! Even her own family bullies her, do you want to help her?"
As she spoke, An Yan’s eyes began to redden.
Xue An knew that An Yan was moved by the situation; she saw her own past in Zhuo Yangyang and held her tenderly in his arms.
"There, there, of course, I’ll help her. Otherwise, why would I have followed her back?"
"So how do you plan to help? Are you going to beat up all those bullies who are mistreating her?" An Yan asked.
Xue An shook his head, then gently stroked An Yan’s long hair, "Yan’er, although most things in this world can be solved with fists, there are still many people and issues that can’t be, like this one..."
"If I stand up for Miss Zhuo, even though I could let her vent her anger momentarily, she’ll never be able to step out of this shadow for the rest of her life!"
An Yan nodded, understanding the sentiment better than anyone.
Wasn’t that what the An Family went through?
And she herself had taken a long time to walk out of that shadow!
Not to mention, Zhuo Yangyang’s situation was even more perilous than her own past.
"So what do you plan to do, hubby?"
Xue An smiled slightly, "Of course, I plan to... just mix it up!"
No sooner had he spoken than Xue An felt a sharp pain on his shoulder. Looking down, he saw that An Yan, annoyed that he wasn’t speaking seriously, had bitten his shoulder.
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