Chapter 3

This person is Guo Muzhou, Han Xuan's maternal grandfather.

In his forties, he was wearing a bright shirt that was popular in the United States in the 1980s, with large sunglasses covering half his face, complementing his handsome and mature appearance, making him look like a trendsetter.

Old man Han Qianshan had once told him that his grandfather, when young, inherited a small rubber factory and a modest fortune from his great-grandfather. It took him nearly twenty years to expand the business to a nationwide scale, just like his father, Han Qi, he was a well-known figure in the Chinese-American community.

Later, he grew tired of the daily grind, sold the business, and began a world tour. Unexpectedly, an economic crisis soon hit, leaving the new owners in a mess, which made Grandpa Guo Muzhou boast for a long time, claiming he had sharp business acumen. Many people actually believed him.

Indeed, just by looking at his mother's demeanor, it was clear she wasn't from a humble background, Han Xuan thought to himself.

He turned to rub his grandfather's bearded face, then stretched out his little hand and pointed outside.

Before the car had even turned off, Guo Muzhou saw the little kid stretching out his hands and babbling in a language he couldn't understand, spitting all over his face. He immediately laughed.

Grandpa Han Xuan looked at his grandson in his arms, feeling a mix of emotions. He pouted and thought to himself, "They say grandchildren are close to their grandparents, but why is it different with me?"

But Grandpa Guo was overjoyed. He immediately turned off the car, took off his sunglasses, and pulled out a gift box from the back seat. He ran over to his grandson, his proud demeanor making Old Han even more frustrated.

Just as Guo Muzhou was about to take his grandson from Old Han, he realized something wasn't quite right.

Han Xuan pushed away the hand that was about to grab him, turned to his grandfather, and spat again, drawing his attention. If you listened closely, you could hear him mumbling, "Car, car!"

Indeed, what truly attracted Han Xuan was the Ferrari 250 GT!

This model is one of the most precious in Ferrari's history, and one of the most sought-after by top collectors in the 21st century.

Only 39 were produced in the early 1960s, and production stopped in 1964. In 2009, one was auctioned for 20 million euros, and it was still in high demand!

In his previous life, there were fewer than 30 left, and they were in poor condition. This one in front of him was in perfect condition, even in the 1980s, showing how valuable it was. He wondered how his grandfather had maintained it.

Noticing Han Xuan's unusual behavior, the others followed his gaze and saw the red sports car gleaming in the sunlight.

"Hey, this little brat has good taste," Grandpa Guo Muzhou said with a smile, "Come on, big grandson, let's go for a ride."

"Father, there's a child here," his mother chided, looking at the happy old and young.

Thus, when Father Han Qianshan returned, he saw his son holding the steering wheel and laughing.

"Father, Mother, Father, you bought a new car? Look how happy this kid is. He might turn out to be a wastrel," Han Qianshan said, brushing off grass from his clothes and looking displeased.

"You're just like him. I'm busy managing hundreds of convenience stores across the country, while you're happily living on the ranch."

Old Han glared at his son, unhappy with his criticism of his grandson. Before he could finish scolding him, he saw Han Xuan accidentally lean to one side and quickly straightened him up, forgetting all about his son.

Han Qianshan shook his head, recalling his dark childhood, and was speechless.

After all, grandchildren and grandparents are always close.

Guo Muzhou laughed and replied, "Not really. Someone went bankrupt recently and owed me money. They couldn't pay, so they gave me this car as collateral. What a deal, 200,000 US dollars for this thing, not even as good as my old Ford. It doesn't even have a roof, and when it rains, I get soaked. I had to drive with an umbrella for a while."

Han Xuan listened to his grandfather, opened his mouth, rolled his eyes, and smiled, keeping his true thoughts hidden.

The afternoon passed in casual conversation. As the sky began to darken, Grandmother Han finally let go of her grandson.

Han Xuan didn't nap in the afternoon, enjoying the family time. In his previous life, his grandparents had passed away early, and he had no memories of them.

Unfortunately, in this life, his grandparents had divorced when they were young, and no one seemed to want to talk about it, so he had no idea what had happened.

After eyeing the car for a long time, it was finally his grandfather's and grandfather's turn to hold him. Just as the two elders were staring at each other, Han Xuan yawned, turned over, and fell asleep. They were stunned, not sure whether to marvel at his ability to turn over at such a young age or their bad luck. They reluctantly placed him in the cradle and hummed a lullaby with their hoarse voices.

The baby went to bed early, luckily avoiding a disaster...

Mother Han and Grandmother Han went to the back of the house to pick vegetables for dinner. The arrival of autumn made the large vegetable garden look somewhat desolate.

Occasionally, women returning from the garden would greet them, their baskets filled with enough vegetables for their families.

The vegetables on the ranch were free, and the cowboys could pick them as needed.

Apart from necessary expenses and the cost of their children's education, they hardly spent any money throughout the year. The small wooden houses they lived in were also free, provided by the ranch, with each family building their own.

The cowboys and their families were grateful and took great care of the cattle, sheep, and horses. When the animals were sick, they would be more anxious than the owners, using their rich experience to care for them until they recovered or passed away.

In the morning, after milking the cows, the women would come in groups to help tend the garden, which is why the newly arrived couple had managed to keep it well-organized.

In this idyllic ranch, people were closer to each other, unlike the cold and indifferent atmosphere in big cities.

Perhaps this was why Han Qianshan and Guo Feng, despite their high education, chose to live here for a long time.

Maybe it was because the grass wasn't as fresh as usual, but two white llamas sneaked into the garden. When they saw the mother and daughter-in-law approaching, they quickly hid behind a tree, showing only their buttocks. They only came out to eat the tender cabbage after the women left.

In the stable, a mare was moaning, and soon a little foal was born, struggling to stand on its legs.

Beside it, little John clapped and cheered, "Come on, little one!"

Old John watched his son's excitement, shaking his head, perhaps remembering himself at that age.

Winter soon arrived, and one day, the grass began to sprout, first one blade, then more and more.

The ranch gradually came back to life, with cowboys riding tall horses to herd the cattle and sheep, waiting for them to grow, a cycle that repeated year after year.

Time slowly moved to the year 1990, another spring. The grass was just tall enough to cover the feet, and the animals were shedding their thick winter coats.

The cowboys skillfully laid down the Merino sheep, and the scissors fell, the soft, high-quality wool dropping to the ground, piling up high.

Mother Guo was still beautiful, having just celebrated her thirtieth birthday. She was pruning the rose bushes, while Father Han personally stepped in, dodging the saliva of the "divine beasts" and shaving them, leaving only the hair on their heads.

The proud Mr. Alpaca finally endured the inhumane torture and strutted away, showing his large front teeth, mocking his bald companions, unaware that he looked the same...

Our baby, Han Xuan, was already seven years old. No, calling him "baby" would get him beaten up.

In this life, he was still called Han Xuan, a name he had fought hard to keep. The elders, unable to deal with the crying baby, finally agreed to use the name "Xuan," a pity for the name "Han Dahai."

Life always has regrets, Old Han consoled himself, while Han Xuan was relieved to have avoided this disaster.

Even though his parents still called him by his nickname, it didn't stop this 29-year-old soul, who had lived two lives, from lying in a rocking chair, sipping fresh milk, and reading the newspaper delivered to him.

Han Xuan had deeply fallen in love with this place.

Without advanced phones, computers, or skyscrapers, nature provided all the comfort he needed.

"Except for the four days a week I have to attend tutoring classes," Han Xuan thought to himself as he saw the young French tutor walk into the yard.

"Hello, Han, do you remember the French I taught you last time?"

"Of course, I'm a genius," Han Xuan said shamelessly.

Only he knew the truth; he had learned two languages at birth, thanks to his previous life.

Other children usually start speaking around six months, but he began to speak a few English or Chinese words at two months, shocking everyone.

This greatly boosted the parents' confidence in raising their child. They taught him new words every day, and he learned them in one go. By five months, Han Xuan was already trying to form simple sentences.

It wasn't to show off; he just couldn't stand lying in the cradle all day. Things improved when he learned to walk at around six months and started running around.

Han Xuan found his memory much better in this life, possibly due to the early development of his brain and good genes. In two years, he had mastered the knowledge his parents had spent nearly 20 years learning, and they were both Harvard graduates!

They had to go to great lengths to find a tutor to lay a solid foundation for him, but it was no longer just a foundation.

The reputation of the prodigy spread quickly throughout Montana and then across the United States, and it was now spreading globally. His story had been featured in the news multiple times.

Entertainment wasn't as advanced as in his previous life, and Americans were also gossipy. The fame of the prodigy, the Chinese child genius, was unparalleled.

Even companies selling baby formula thought about having him endorse their products.

This made life difficult for children of this generation, the previous generation, and even the generation before that. Recently, Chinese education methods had become popular.

How effective they were, no one knew. But decades later, when these children grew up, they still hated hearing Han Xuan's name.

Under the urging of the beautiful young teacher, our prodigy, Han Xuan, was now listlessly reading a French book.

Pudding, now eight years old, lay at his feet, influenced by his owner, lazily drooping his ears and dreaming.

In the garage nearby, two cute puppies ran out, and behind them was the classic Ferrari.

Far away in Hong Kong, Guo Muzhou sneezed twice, rubbed his nose, and continued eating his rice bowl.

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