"Are you serious?" Chuxia glanced at the wall clock, then couldn’t help but reach out to touch Luo Xiaoqiong’s forehead. "It’s not midnight, and you don’t have a fever..."

"Go, go..." Luo Xiaoqiong brushed away her hand. "I’m here to discuss serious matters with you. How can you look down on me like that? You think only you can make progress, and others can’t?"

"That’s not what I mean. We’ve already discussed that you should take the exam, and you tried for a while. But then you started a pattern of inconsistency, and later, you said it was better to choose what’s suitable for yourself rather than force it. Now, suddenly changing your mind at a time like this, how could I not be shocked?"

Chuxia turned her head to look at Zhao Qihui, who was quietly sitting aside like a background prop. "Sister Qihui, what did you say to her that got her so excited?"

Zhao Qihui laughed helplessly. "I didn’t say much, just talked about the daughter-in-law and mother-in-law relationship, and suddenly, she started gloating, saying I have two younger sisters-in-law who will give me a hard time in the future. I told her I’m a university student, so they shouldn’t make things hard for me. Then, she said she would take the university entrance exam too, and ran over here."

"She always reacts like that, acting on impulse..." Chuxia joked, then looked seriously at Luo Xiaoqiong. "Have you really decided? If you give up halfway this time, it might be a bit embarrassing."

"Really, I’m absolutely serious this time. But you need to tutor me well. I’ve forgotten most of what I learned before..." Luo Xiaoqiong smiled, looking a bit embarrassed. "Honestly, I’m not good at this. But for the sake of my child and my future, I must give it a try. Otherwise, if I only seek comfort while young, I’ll be left with regrets when I’m older."

"It’s not as severe as you say. My brother definitely won’t force you on this matter. As for the child..." Chuxia laughed and touched her belly. "Whether they respect you isn’t based on a diploma."

"I know that. I just think it would be a pity not to use the opportunity..." Luo Xiaoqiong sighed, looking helpless. "And all of you are better than me. If I don’t work hard, where will I have any status at home in the future?"

"Alright, stop lamenting. No one is stopping you..." Chuxia laughed, looking at her. "But I can tell you one thing for sure, if you turn into a resentful wife, the child definitely won’t respect you."

"Annoying! When have I ever resembled a resentful wife?" Luo Xiaoqiong glared at her, dissatisfied. "It’s just that you’ve surpassed me so much. I’m suddenly feeling a bit nervous."

Knowing that what she said was true, Chuxia decided not to tease her and seriously said, "Don’t worry. Whatever you want to do, we’ll do it. I’ll fully support you."

"I knew our Chuxia was the best to me..." Luo Xiaoqiong hugged Chuxia’s arm and rubbed it affectionately. Originally lying there playing happily with his big brother, Beibei glanced at her twice and, pouting, started howling, "Ow ow ow..." Chuxia shook her head, helplessly. "Who does this naughty boy resemble, really..." She said while patting the little fellow, who abruptly stopped crying and started laughing "Giggling" while waving his little hands...

"Not only does this little thing resemble your Division Commander in looks, but even his personality is similar. I only hugged your arm, and he’s already so unwilling. What if I hugged you? How would he react?" Luo Xiaoqiong said as she reached out to hug Chuxia, seemingly wanting to test her words. Originally laughing happily, Beibei glanced at her a couple of times, then started bawling, "Wah wah wah..."

"Alright, alright..." Zhao Qihui, feeling sorry for him, quickly stepped forward to gently pat the little fellow, glaring at her unreliable sister-in-law. "He’s so young. Sister-in-law, can you stop messing with him?"

"We can’t pamper him..." Chuxia was indifferent, smiling as she looked at Zhao Qihui and said, "Sis, don’t worry about him. Just let him cry. He’s so possessive even at this age; how can that be okay?"

"He’s just a few months old. If you let him cry, what if he cries too much?"

"Kids don’t break from crying..." Chuxia said as she reached out to pull away Zhao Qihui’s hand gently patting Beibei, then gently poked the little fellow’s forehead. "If you keep this up, Mommy will only like your brother and not you."

"Giggling..." The little fellow thought Chuxia was playing with him and immediately became happy again...

Zhao Qihui was taken aback, "I thought you were really heartless and didn’t want to bother with him. Turns out I misunderstood. Chuxia, I can’t trust you anymore."

"I really need to correct this bad habit of his..." Chuxia said while reaching out to pick up Nannan, who’s been lying beside her watching her and smiling. She looked half-seriously at Beibei and said, "From now on, if you don’t behave, I’ll only hold your brother and not you."

"Ah... ah ah..." Seeing his brother being picked up, the little fellow urgently stretched his paws and waved them forward fiercely. Chuxia backed away, stubbornly ignoring him. "Ow ow ow..." Not achieving his goal, the little kid began howling again...

"What’s wrong?" Zhao Yulan hurriedly pushed the door open and came in. Seeing a few people gathered around the bed and her little grandson lying there wailing, she quickly stepped forward to reach out and pick up the little one.

"Mom, don’t interfere." Chuxia reached out to pull Zhao Yulan back, "He’s just a few months old, but he’s already so possessive. I’m trying to correct his behavior. If we don’t fix it now, it’ll be even harder later."

"This child, of course a few months old baby wants to be with whoever they’re closest to. How can you say he’s possessive?" Despite her words, Zhao Yulan didn’t forcefully pick up Beibei. Her daughter had already talked to her about this issue before, and they had reached an agreement: when one is handling the child, no matter right or wrong, the other cannot intervene. So, even though it pained her, she held back.

"Mom, don’t underestimate these little ones. You think they don’t understand, but actually, they do. If we can’t shape their personality before they turn three, it’ll be hard to change later. So, just listen to me.

When I’m not home in the future, don’t spoil this little rascal either. Look at Nannan; he’s much more sensible, never fights or throws tantrums. This little troublemaker is even more difficult than a girl."

"You child, where do you get all these crooked theories..." Looking at her grandson crying so hard he was gasping for breath, Zhao Yulan felt a pang of heartache, "Xia, if you want to correct him, there should be a reason. Don’t make a fuss over a small matter. Let me hold him, okay?"

"No!" Chuxia refused outrightly. Seeing her own mother’s eyes nearly welling up with tears, she handed Nannan to her, then shuffled forward, gazing seriously at the little one who was crying while sneaking glances at her, "Beibei, if you want Mommy to hold you like she does your brother, you need to behave; you can’t use this trick whenever things don’t go your way.

This time, Mommy can forgive you, but remember, from now until you’re three, you only get three chances. If you use them all up and still can’t change, Mommy won’t like you anymore.

And, each time you use a chance, Mommy will punish you. The punishment is that for a week, except for feeding you, I won’t hold you. Regardless of whether you understand, that’s what Mommy is going to do!"

"Isn’t this like playing music to a cow..." Luo Xiaoqiong couldn’t help but mutter softly, "If he actually listens to you, I’ll walk backwards. A child just over six months—your demands are too high... uh..." Watching Beibei, who quickly stopped crying, laughing pleasingly at Chuxia and reaching out for a hug, Luo Xiaoqiong was completely taken aback...

Zhao Qihui also looked surprised at the joyous mother and son cuddling together: "Xia, did he really understand, or was it just pretend?"

"It’d be a miracle if he truly understood. He just stopped crying because he saw me reaching out to soothe him..." Chuxia laughed, looking at them both, "Do you really believe it?

How can a child just over six months old understand? I’m just starting to instill this concept in him now, and I only held him after he stopped crying. With Nannan in Grandma’s arms as well, after enough repetitions, he’ll naturally understand what I mean.

Of course, when he becomes more sensible, I’ll fully implement this method. The three chances I mentioned aren’t just empty words; it’s just that the actual effect won’t be evident now.

"Fine, I’ve learned something new today..." Luo Xiaoqiong smacked her lips, "If this method works, I’ll teach my kids this way too. I’ll even tell Doudou to learn a bit..." She couldn’t help but curiously scrutinize Chuxia, "Where did you learn all these weird theories?"

"From books..." Chuxia said naturally, "Now that I’m a mom, of course, I have to look at books about parenting. I don’t want to raise them wrong; the one suffering would be myself!"

"You..." Zhao Yulan looked at her daughter helplessly, "You always have a system for everything you do. But I just feel that a child crying this hard is too heartbreaking. When you were little, I never let you cry like this, and you didn’t turn out wrong either?"

Not turned out wrong? If I weren’t ’wrong,’ would I have the chance to be your daughter?

Of course, these thoughts were never to be spoken aloud; Chuxia just smiled, saying, "Mom, how many daughters as smart as yours can be compared like this?

Besides, they say a prodigal son who turns back is worth his weight in gold, but there are those who never return like the Yangtze River. If we truly ended up with ones like that, wouldn’t it be troublesome?

So, to avoid future troubles, it’s better to toughen up a bit now. It’s for their own good. Also, boys should be raised a little rougher."

Zhao Yulan: "..." Why is it whenever I argue with my daughter, I never win... (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)