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Chapter 699: Saving Money for Air Tickets

Chapter 699: Chapter 699: Saving Money for Air Tickets

Having her mother’s twilight years settled made Zhu Qianying overjoyed. That evening, she personally cooked a lavish dinner and eagerly awaited the two grandpas’ return for a hearty meal.

They say a chef’s mood affects the taste of the dishes. Having eaten meals cooked personally by Zhu Qianying lately, the two grandpas had become rather picky eaters. Even so, they savored every dish on the table that night, with the little boy shaking his head and smacking his lips, his mouth full of oil.

"Mommy, what did you use to cook tonight’s dishes? They’re exceptionally delicious!"

Even the usually disciplined Eldest Young Master Yán had half a bowl more rice than usual that night.

"Is it because something good happened?"

Young Master Yán couldn’t help but be curious. But he clearly had more insight than the little boy.

"Ha... You guys are sharp indeed!" Zhu Qianying couldn’t hide her joy.

One piece of good news followed another recently, with the exception of the issue regarding the Bai Shao mother and daughter duo of course.

Young Master Yán raised an eyebrow, quietly looking at her, silently waiting for her to reveal the good news.

"Baby boy, you’ve been eager to call Grandfather Luo your Grandpa, you’re going to get your wish soon," Zhu Qianying chuckled as she ruffled the little boy’s hair.

"Oh yeah! Did Grandfather Luo finally propose?"

The little boy was clearly longing for it.

"Yes, but we have to wait until mother-in-law attends the food exhibition before we get the marriage certificate. For now, you still can’t call him Grandpa, okay?" Zhu Qianying kindly reminded her son.

"I know... I can just call him Grandpa secretly..."

Zhu Qianying couldn’t help but laugh. Well, wasn’t his reply the same as disregarding her words?

"Just leave him be. As long as he likes to call him Grandpa, and he likes to listen, then it’s fine."

In Young Master Yán’s view, a name was just a name. If both parties liked it, then it was OK.

"Daddy is right. As long as Grandfather Luo likes it, then there’s no problem, right?"

Zhu Qianying knew that he was supposed to persist in this matter, but she decided to ask about her son’s school activities instead.

"It’s all good..."

The little boy absentmindedly answered, took a few more bites of his meal, and then suddenly remembered something.

"Oh... right, Mommy, school informed us of a field trip happening next Monday. Do you want to go?"

Ever since he realized what school was about a few months ago, he had no idea what a regular school field trip was.

But Zhu Qianying, a born and bred resident of L City, of course knew what it was.

"Of course, we’re going!"

The little boy tilted his head curiously and asked, "Are we going to play with Daddy and Mommy?"

He just assumed that it was a family outing.

"Silly boy, it’s not going with Daddy and Mommy, it’s going with your teachers and classmates."

The little boy tilted his head to think for a moment, "Hmm... sounds interesting, let’s go then..."

Once the decision was made, the little master finished his dinner, ran to his school bag, rummaged around inside, and finally pulled out a notice saying, "Look, Mommy, you need to sign on the consent form."

After handing the notice to Zhu Qianying, he took out a piece of paper with content written on it, hesitated for a moment, and finally handed it to Young Master Yán, "Daddy, give me money!"

Young Master Yán took it and saw the words "fee notice" at the top of the page.

This little boy, he let his mom sign the consent form, but when it comes to paying, it’s his dad’s responsibility.

So, he sees his mom as the decision-maker, while he sees his dad as an ATM who only pays?

"Don’t you have red envelopes and pocket money?" Young Master Yán teased the little boy as he glanced at the amount column at the bottom of the notice.

But, it was only a few hundred yuan.

"Daddy, how could you be like this?"

The little boy’s thriftiness and temperament had already seeped into his bones. Even though he now knows he is the son of a rich family, he still holds his red envelopes and pocket money very tightly.

No one, except Zhu Qianying, could trick a single yuan out of him.

Zhu Qianying finished signing the consent form, and upon hearing her son’s indignant query, she thought the fee for the trip was a sky-high sum. But it turned out to be just a few hundred yuan. For the little boy who casually received tens of thousands of yuan as pocket money these days, it was actually a small sum.

"Baby, it’s not a lot. You could use your own pocket money," Zhu Qianying also teased him.

The little boy pouted and said decidedly, "No, that’s my pocket money!"

Seeing his steadfastness, Zhu Qianying couldn’t help but dig deeper, "Baby, you already have a lot of pocket money. It’s not a big deal to spend a few hundred. Have you set your eyes on something precious?"

The little boy neither looked at her, nor answered right away and stared at the table for a while before mumbling in a low voice.

"Plane tickets are expensive..."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Qianying realized that her precious son had not really put aside anything for the past few days. He was just planning something in a different way.

Now, he was fixated on finding Bai Xiaolu, and had started saving money for plane tickets.

Understanding this, Zhu Qianying and Young Master Yán didn’t know what to say for a while.

Seeing his parents remain silent, the little boy thought they were not giving him money. He climbed off the sofa in a huff and said, "I’m going to ask Grandma for money..."

Young Master Yán grabbed him and pointed to the storage cabinet, "Daddy’s wallet is in the bag, baby, take it yourself!"

The little boy’s face immediately lit up. He ran over, rummaged through Young Master Yán’s bag, found the wallet, and pulled out a few banknotes.

Young Master Yán thought he would take a bit more.

Unexpectedly, the little boy ran back and handed the money to him, "Daddy, count it, it’s just right!"

Young Master Yán took the money and counted it. Sure enough, it was the exact amount as stated on the payment notice.

This little boy was sometimes too honest.

"You need some pocket money, right? Take as much as you want."

The little boy’s face lit up, ran back happily, took two more Red Bulls, "Daddy, can I take 200 as pocket money?"

In Young Master Yán’s view, these few hundred, or thousand, were really just small change. But the little boy was acting as if he had been granted a great favor. After putting away the money, he dutifully climbed onto the sofa and began to massage Young Master Yán’s waist and shoulders.

In his own words, he didn’t pocket the money for nothing.

Meaning, he wanted to use his labor to offset the pocket money.

Young Master Yán certainly wouldn’t refuse his precious son’s attentiveness. There wouldn’t be many days when he could be easily fooled, so he might as well make the most of his innocence. In a year or two, it might be difficult to boss him around.

Plus, he’d been sleeping in his own bed these days, so he should pay some rent, or some kind of mental damage fee, right!

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