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Chapter 339: The Baby Boy is a Little Local Tyrant

Chapter 339: Chapter 339: The Baby Boy is a Little Local Tyrant

Zhu Qianying had been back for quite a while, yet she was reluctant to venture into the corners of the Yan Family’s home. She feared that stepping anywhere might stir up the memories of old days.

Yet when her son tugged at her, excited about seeing a bird’s nest, she did not want to dampen his enthusiasm. Accordingly, she agreed to accompany him to the woods.

The woods were populated with many osmanthus trees. Five years ago, these were merely saplings that reached up to her shoulders. Now, they had grown lush and tall, with Zhu only reaching halfway up their trunks.

She guessed that when it was time for the osmanthus blossoms to bloom, the entire woods would be filled with a delightful fragrance.

Quite naturally, thoughts of her happily married days sprung to her mind. She would recall how one day after dinner, Yan Bo, who was always busy, suggested that they go for a walk. Their stroll led them here and she had been quite curious.

"Did Dad or Mom like the osmanthus flowers? Why did they plant so many..."

"It was Mom!"

"That’s great! When the osmanthus blooms in July or August, we can pick some to make osmanthus cakes!"

"You know how to make them?"

"Of course, have you forgotten who my mother is?"

"Hmm, then I look forward to trying them!"

"Sure!"

She had been rather naive back then. After their walk, she immediately called her mother to get a list of instructions for making osmanthus cakes. But, she didn’t know then that she would never have a chance to use that recipe.

To be more precise, the heartfelt enthusiasm to please her beloved, had no place to be put into practice.

"Mommy, Mommy, look, the little bird is up there!"

Her son’s clear voice brought Zhu back to reality. She looked up to see a small bird’s nest hidden among the lush branches of the nearest osmanthus tree.

She had to admit, her little boy had sharp eyes!

"How clever, how did you spot their nest?"

Zhu Qianying instinctively lowered her voice and tiptoed to peek into the nest. Within it, she saw two or three hatchlings, bare of any feathers.

"The bird mommy was feeding them worms..." her son said. Like Zhu, he tiptoed, hoping to see the baby birds, but he was too short. Anxiously, he tugged on Zhu’s arm and said, "Mommy, I want to see!"

Zhu bent down, picked him up, and let him peek at the nest. Upon seeing the featherless baby birds, his face lit up with delight and joy. He covered his mouth with his hand, perhaps afraid that a stray noise might startle the hatchlings.

Their dog, still recovering from a recent cold, obediently stood by Zhu’s feet, looking up at them while wagging its tail, patiently waiting for the attention of his little master.

Carrying her son for a while took its toll, and Zhu had to put him down. She shook off her tiredness and teased him.

"Baby, you seem to have put on some weight!"

Her son just shrugged nonchalantly, "Hehe, grandma says, being chubby is also cute!"

Zhu chuckled silently. The little one’s only problem was that he couldn’t control his appetite!

Just chubby?!

"Really! Grandma said, whether you’re handsome or not, it’s all about the face! Look at me, I could charm anyone with mine!" As he spoke, he formed his little hand into a victory sign and posed cutely at Zhu.

Zhu merely nodded, she didn’t have the words to critique her son’s self-pride. In her eyes, his self-love and vanity was something only someone special like her son could possess, which made him all the more adorable.

And so, Zhu spent time wandering around the garden with her precious son and their dog Star. By the time they returned indoors, Yan Bo, the only working member of the family, had already left for the day after breakfast.

"Mommy, are those lanterns going to be hung outside the front gate?"

While her son was having breakfast, he kept glancing outside, watching the servants decorating the house.

"Yes, indeed. Chinese New Year’s Eve is tomorrow, we surely have to decorate the house beautifully and joyfully!" Yan’s mother-in-law answered before Zhu could reply.

This was the first time her son would be celebrating the Spring Festival in China, and his understanding of it was limited. He knew only that they would have a great meal on New Year’s Eve and receive two red envelopes before bedtime from his grandmother and mother. The next morning, he would get two more. Otherwise, he didn’t have much recollection of anything else about the festival.

"Will you and grandma give me New Year money just like grandma and mommy did?"

His interest lay mostly in the red envelopes. A few days ago, he had seen a warship model at his elder brother’s place in the capital city. He liked it very much but knew it must be expensive, so he didn’t ask his mother for it.

Now, he was calculating in his little mind that, if all the red envelopes from his grandparents and parents were added up, he might be able to afford the model. That would be fantastic!

What he didn’t know was that even without his father Yan Bo’s wealth, he was already richer than many tycoons with the significant number of shares secretly transferred to his name by his grandparents.

Let alone the fact that after he got back, Yan Bo and his wife changed their will and made him the sole heir of all their assets. The value of his inheritance, at this point, was immeasurable.

But none of this was known to him. Even if he understood that he was a mini-tycoon, all the talk about shares and inheritance meant nothing to a four-year-old boy. They were abstract concepts, unlike the red envelopes with hundreds or even thousands of yuan which were much more tangible and exciting.

So when Yan Bo, who had once controlled half of the nation’s economy, heard his adorable grandson’s innocent words, he couldn’t help but cheerfully lift him onto his lap and give him a playful nip.

"Of course there will be! You’re our most precious grandchild. How could you possibly not get a red envelope?"

Upon hearing this, the little boy’s face lit up with joy, "Thank you, grandpa and grandma!" His expression was even more vivacious and cheerful.

Yan Bo felt nostalgic. He remembered that when his son Yan Han was this age, he already realized that he would inherit the family business. So the boy didn’t care about money or anyone else and surely didn’t bother trying to seek or appreciate them.

But this little grandson was different. For him, a simple red envelope could bring him great joy and happiness. Such simple pleasures were ones that his affluent son from childhood had never experienced.

This grandson’s contented and happy demeanor made Yan Bo realize that inner wealth was far more important for children than material wealth.