Regarding this, Lin Mubai actually holds a different opinion: "My thoughts aren’t quite the sa as yours. Jiayou’s intelligence exceeds that of average children, which ans his thinking, problem-solving abilities, and thods are entirely different. Allowing soone like him to be with children of the sa age group would make him seem out of place, and over ti, it would suppress him, preventing him from embracing the life he wants."
Because he grew up the sa way, he deeply understands the child’s mindset.
Seeing the subtle shift in his wife’s eyes, he continued: "A child has their own life journey. Although he is only twelve years old, you should not treat him like a typical twelve-year-old. We should trust him and believe in his choices, because ultimately, his future belongs to him, right?"
An Nan was finally convinced. She nodded along with his words: "I understand. I won’t bring this matter up anymore. Whatever Jiayou wants to do in the future, he’ll go ahead and do it. I will always support him and won’t hinder him."
"Good, that’s my girl." Unable to help himself, Lin Mubai raised his hand, intending to gently stroke her hair.
But as soon as he lifted his hand, An Nan, who reacted sensitively, swatted it away, disagreeing verbally, "What are you doing? I’m not a little cat or dog; you’re not allowed to touch my hair."
Little cat, little dog.
Hearing these words, the corner of Lin Mubai’s mouth twitched instantly. He really wanted to retort, where do you have the gentleness and cuteness of a cat or a dog. In the end, he didn’t dare say it out loud, because he knew very well that if he did, breakfast wouldn’t be peaceful today.
The one who takes it seriously with him isn’t his wife, but his mother, who regards his wife even more highly than her son.
As Lin Mubai’s mother walked out of the kitchen, adept at reading the situation, he quickly stood up to greet her, took the breakfast, and then smoothly placed it in front of his wife, fully demonstrating the virtue of being a good husband.
"Wife, quickly eat, we still need to head to the company after this."
As soon as he uttered these words, Lin Mubai regretted it, knowing he said the wrong thing.
Sure enough, his family’s reprimand swiftly followed.
"Why rush? Breakfast should not be eaten quickly; don’t you know it’s not good for your stomach? Nannan, don’t listen to him, eat slowly."
In such a scenario, choosing not to speak was the wise choice. An Nan opted to avoid trouble and obediently nodded: "Mom, I understand."
Soon, what should have been a al finished in twenty minutes was dragged out to thirty-five minutes. Lin Mubai could already predict that he would miss his morning eting today, but it wasn’t a big deal, because in the grand sche of things, heaven and earth may be large, but his wife is the largest.
Just as they got into the car, An Nan still felt a bit apologetic to her husband and murmured, "I’m sorry for making you late this morning."
Because the driver was up front, An Nan’s voice was very soft.
Lin Mubai smiled and shook his head: "It’s alright, sit tight, we’re about to set off."
The Lin Family Mansion isn’t very close to the Nanqi Group, nor is it far. The car arrived at the group’s entrance forty minutes later. As An Nan prepared to get out, Lin Mubai called after her: "Call when you’re finished. I’ll have the driver pick you up to go to the Lin Group, and we can have lunch together at noon."
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