"And remember, everything in this world is ownerless. What’s yours today might belong to someone else tomorrow. The only thing that really belongs to you is the skills you learn, which no one can take away."
Ping’an tilted his head, his little face showing deep thought as he looked at her.
"For example: if you learn martial arts. Can anyone take that away from you? No, right? But a weapon used for self-defense is ownerless, and anyone could own it."
"Another example: if Mom gives you a lot of money, but you do nothing and just eat every day, won’t it decrease day by day? But once you can earn money, these worries will disappear."
Zhou Jiao spoke in a gentle tone with a soft attitude, slowly conveying her message. She needed to instill the right life values in her child, that a gentleman values wealth but acquires it properly.
There are no children who cannot succeed, only neglectful parents. She had stumbled her way forward, taking many wrong paths, and she only hoped to provide some helpful advice for her child.
Zhang Guoqing stood by, smiling without saying a word, quietly listening to their conversation.
"Alright, I need to go report to your grandpa about this trip to the South. Your dad loves you more than anything, so have a good chat with him."
Leaving the big bundle behind, Zhou Jiao quickly took off.
"Dad, I love you more than anything, too."
Zhang Guoqing was delighted and laughed heartily: "Your mom has so many expectations for you, but I have only one request—Ping’an is enough. As long as you’re happy, it’s good."
"I’m very happy now."
Zhang Guoqing picked up his son and sat him on his lap, resting his chin on the child’s head, murmuring, "Even if there are more kids in the future, no one can replace you."
Ping’an hugged him tightly, his face beaming with a bright smile. In other families, there’s a strict father and a loving mother, but his dad spoiled him the most. Whatever he wanted, he could always turn to his dad for it!
Standing outside the study door, Zhou Jiao entered with a smile. As soon as she saw her father’s red eyes, her expression immediately tightened, and she ran to his side, concerned.
Zhou Xiaozheng looked at her worried face, "Dad’s fine."
Zhou Jiao moved her gaze to the letters and the open family tree on the desk, glanced thoughtfully at her dad, and then squatted down to hug his neck.
"Dad, you still have me."
Zhou Xiaozheng smiled and patted her arm, "Yes, Dad has you."
Noticing a few names at the top, Zhou Jiao suddenly understood why he was feeling down, "This seems to be recorded in my grandfather’s handwriting. Should I make another copy?"
"No need, pick a good day, and we’ll add our names, just the two of us."
"Okay, and we’ll add Mom and Brother, too." Zhou Jiao’s gaze shifted into the distance, "Dad, should we add Ping’an too?"
Zhou Xiaozheng shook his head and patted her, "Bring a chair over. I’ve already talked to your father-in-law about some things, and Xiao Wu should have an idea too, so I’ll let you in on it now."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Jiao rushed over to get a chair, sat down, and waited for him to continue.
"You might have guessed, right?"
Zhou Jiao nodded slightly. On this trip back home, her mother-in-law mentioned that Ping’an was five years old and asked if he needed to have a son to continue the family bloodline since schooling was soon.
"Your father-in-law is a good person!"
Zhou Jiao couldn’t help but chuckle. This ’nice person card,’ her in-laws truly deserved. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have sent packages back to the Northeast even from the South.
Zhou Xiaozheng continued with a smile, "When I went back to the Northeast to find you, Brother Zhang said that in the future, you could choose one of your children to have the Zhou surname. If they are all daughters, then Ping’an can fulfill both family obligations."



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