CH extra 6.1

My name is Wen Nian, I’m a male, and I’m six years old.

My father is the famous Wen Yu and my mother is the famous Chi Zhengzheng.

My name was given by my beloved mother. Of course, it was a very good thing for me, after all, according to my father’s standards and his pitiable attentiveness, he would probably have called me –

Wen Aizheng. (t/n: 闻爱筝, 爱 ai means love 筝 zheng from Chi Zhengzheng’s name. Wen Yu basically wanted to call his son “I love Zhengzheng” lol…)

I don’t want to be called “Aizheng” at all, so I’m glad it was my mom who had the right to name me. (t/n: 癌症, ai zheng means cancer as in the illness… Yeah…)

I’m about to have a younger sister in my family, and my dad is so nervous that he’s already in the hospital with my mom, skipping work to watch over her.

Uncle Zheng Ye always says that my dad is the most irresponsible boss!

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But fortunately, God seemed to give my dad preferential treatment, so much so that even though he often skipped work to be in love, it didn’t affect his career at all. On the contrary, he used his business talent to make Yu Ding a huge business empire, that no one could compare.

My mother became the richest person.

It couldn’t be helped, who let my father have no money, all the family assets belonged to my mother.

I’m also very worried about my beloved mother, I can’t wait to go to the hospital to see my mother. Being pregnant and giving birth is too hard, my mother is really worthy of admiration.

So why am I still writing in my diary at this moment?

Because school isn’t over yet.

Sometimes, I really hate school, it’s so boring.

Especially with a bunch of stupid classmates and a nagging teacher who likes to give meaningless assignments.

I don’t really understand the point of keeping a diary?

Is it so that when these kids grow up, they can look back at their stupidity during second grade?

The premise is this – when we grow up, we’ll be able to find this diary.

Although they’re all older than me, I think they’re really stupid. A few of them are so unkempt and their clothes are so dirty that I really don’t want to see them.

As I write this, it’s important to say why I came to school.

Although my dad is amazing, and as much as he and I love each other deep down, a lot of times, we’re just tired of seeing each other.

Especially when it comes to my mom.

My dad thinks that I’m too much of an eyesore, he thinks my mom cares so much about me that she ignores him.

I’m also very angry. He’s still my dad, but he keeps hogging my mom. When I was less than three years old he didn’t let me share a room with her!

I used to get an elite education, I was home-schooled every day. My mom would take care of me when she was home, and if my dad went to work. That was when I could be alone with my mom, I was really happy.

But dad was so horrible, he told Mom really earnestly that my personality was too cold, that I wasn’t in touch with my peers, and that I was a little devil. He suggested that I should come to school to take classes and have more contact with my classmates to change my personality!

Then, mom thought about it for a while and agreed!

Yeah, my dad was a very smart man. He always had good reasons to convince Mom to achieve his goals, like sending me to second grade, sending me to school, and letting me sit in a classroom with a bunch of stupid kids.

I’ve obviously learned up to junior high school knowledge. Now I’m even asked if I know how to read. It’s an absolute waste of time!

Life is short with just a few decades, it’s such a waste of a life. It’s outrageous!

I’m now worried about my mom. Although her due date is still three days away, who knows if my sister will come into the world early?

My sister’s arrival was actually an accident, well, actually, I was an accident too.

Mom was looking forward to it, but Dad felt that having a baby was dangerous and that it would disturb their world as a couple.

I didn’t know how dangerous having a baby was before, so when I knew I was an accident, I hated my dad so much.

But now that I’ve learned that having a baby is a dangerous thing. My mom took the risk of having me and now she’s taking the risk of having my sister.

She is really great.

I also understand my dad. He really cares about Mom too much, that’s why he’s scared and nervous. He doesn’t really dislike me, he just doesn’t like me as much as Mom.

My sister is about to come into the world. My dad is so worried about Mom that he can’t sleep well all night long. I’ve seen him several times distracted at work.

Well, dad is actually still very good to me, he’s just a bit strict, and keeps going against me.

Ah, I don’t know what my mom is doing right now, I miss her so much.

That should be it for this diary. I’m sure I’ve exceeded the word count a long time ago, but it isn’t even the time of the end of the class yet.

I’m going to hand it to my teacher and then go see my mom in the hospital.

Wen Nian checked it carefully, and then stood up with a poker face and walked to the teacher at the teacher’s desk.

He was very calm, with a small bun face, he looked very refined and good-looking, but he was a little devil, with a face of “I’m an adult” and “I’m not a child”, which made people really couldn’t help but laugh.

No matter how smart our little Wen Nian was, being in the second grade at the age of six, in their class, he was still a little too short, so could only sit in the first row.

Therefore, he took a few steps toward the teacher on the teacher’s desk and handed the diary to her.

His language teacher felt really helpless and she was very fond of this child, such a smart child. What teacher wouldn’t like him? But sometimes he was so smart that they were a little at a loss for words, she felt helpless.

“Little Niannian, didn’t the teacher say? You can’t hand in your assignment until the class is over.” The language teacher blinked.

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Wen Nian’s little bun face frowned and said: “But I want to get out of class early and go home.”

“No, little Wen Nian, sit back and read for a while, you can’t leave class early.” Of course, the language teacher disagreed.

The children in the second grade were still young, and this school was a top-notch international school, so of course, they had to pay attention to the safety of these children.

They could only rest assured when they release the children to their parents or nannies from school in a unified manner.

Wen Nian had expected it a long time ago, he sighed and sat back.

When the language teacher saw him sigh, she couldn’t help but smile.

She looked down at the diary, the more he looked at it, the more complicated her expression became.

Little Wen Nian was really smart. The other children had to work hard to write two hundred words, they also had many misspellings and pinyin, but he had already written so much.

But when he called her “a nagging teacher who likes to give meaningless assignments”, the language teacher didn’t know what to say for a while!

This child, what could she do about him?

And this was Wen Yu’s and Chi Zhengzheng’s son!

This child was Wen Yu’s and Chi Zhengzheng’s child, naturally, this little boy received attention at the beginning of entering school. His growth process must be accompanied by certain pressures.

But looking at him, the language teacher’s heart was soft again.

She actually really likes this child, he was such a talented child, she had never met such a talented child before, but this child was really quite disobedient which gave her a bit of a headache.

This time, seeing him at the back, she knew why he wanted to hurry up and leave class early today, he wanted to go to the hospital to see his mother, she couldn’t help but feel touched.

If only her family’s children could be as thoughtful as this child ah!

The language teacher put down his diary, stood up, walked up to Wen Nian, bent down, and lowered her voice: “Niannian, has your nanny come yet? If she’s already here, I can send you out early.”

“I’m coming!” Wen Nian’s eyes lit up.

He quickly jumped down and stood beside the teacher.

The language teacher shook her head and led him out early.

The writing class was still a while away, but apparently, Wen Nian had already exceeded his quota. She led him to the school entrance and saw that the nanny from the Wen family, surnamed Wang, was really waiting, so she handed the child over to her.

“Thank you, teacher. Goodbye teacher!” Wen Nian thanked her in a rare lively voice and bent over to salute her.

The teacher waved her hand and said goodbye to Wen Nian.

And then, Wen Nian, who had left class early, hurriedly went to the hospital with Auntie Wang.