"His na is Xiong Zhi, a student enrolled in the Xue YouSi after-school program. After I explained classical Chinese to him, he got a 98 on his test, losing two points for typos! He said that ever since that night, his parents stopped arguing. Every day, they happily study together, watch my live streams, soak their feet, and go to sleep. Then his dad stopped being a workaholic, and his mom stopped nagging him and started researching how to cook. The whole family is so happy."
Mr. Gu nodded, "Not bad, not bad."
Xi Rubao turned to another familiar ID: [Student Gray Who Never Wants to Jump Off the Building]: "Ah, this is Li Xiaolou. He has a classmate nad Liang Liang, and his background is pretty grim. He ntioned in the comnts that his mom is in a vegetative state, and he’s raising a 6-year-old sister. If he fails the CET-4, he won’t get his diploma, and everything would be over. So he used to call himself [Student Gray Who Always Wants to Jump Off the Building], but after studying English with , guess what score he got on the CET-4?"
"How much, was it 98 too?"
"Hahaha, no, it was 99. I heard he might have forgotten to write the title in excitent when writing the essay!"
"Hahaha! Good, good, very good!"
The grandfather and grandson laughed together.
Sun Jiao’s eyes nearly popped out; damn, this is a massive case of double standards, isn’t it? Her daughter Gu Pinting’s live stream would have been roasted to death.
Yet Xi Rubao’s live stream was being praised by Elder Gu like a blooming flower?!
Mr. Gu, who had been seething from being infuriated by the third branch, was finally soothed by the cheerful atmosphere of Xi Rubao’s live stream.
He held the small phone, watching it intently.
The more he watched, the more he liked it.
Until...
He saw the pair of hands creating art on the screen.
His slightly farsighted eyes widened and he stared carefully for a long ti. He saw the live stream introduce these hands as belonging to a newly famous comic artist whose career is skyrocketing, with fans everywhere who love her art...
Suddenly, his eyes misted over, becoming hazy.
"Baby, Grandpa won’t watch anymore. You take it." Mr. Gu sat up straight and put down the phone.
Everyone was puzzled as to why the old man was unhappy.
Everyone followed suit and beca serious, not daring to laugh.
Only Zuzi remained lazily cheerful, "Xiao Bei, have you made up your mind?"
Mr. Gu looked at Zuzi, sowhat shocked, as if Zuzi had seen through his thoughts. He lowered his head a bit and rubbed his eyelids, wiping away the haze. When he looked up again, he was serious, "When I get discharged in a couple of days, organize a family banquet. Let’s make it a larger event and invite everyone from the Gu Family. Include the main family, secondary branches, and even relatives from abroad..."
"Dad, what are you planning to do?" Sun Jiao felt a bit uneasy.
Mr. Gu looked at her, "To announce the will. Is that what you wanted?"
Sun Jiao felt a mix of surprise and joy but dared not show it, awkwardly saying, "Dad, you’re such a joker. Ahem, but, the lawyer said it’s good to finalize the will early. It’s beneficial for everyone."
She was hoping for a bit more inheritance to cover that seven billion shortfall.
After all, while the Gu Family has a literary reputation, the wealth accumulated over generations is spread globally, much of which the younger generation knows nothing about, all held in Mr. Gu’s hands...
It would be an imnse fortune!
As they were fantasizing about how much the third branch could receive, suddenly a thunderbolt struck their ears.
"Zuzi, let your mom co over too, at that ti... just invite her to join us." Mr. Gu said softly.
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