My Fortune-Blessed Leading Lady
Chapter 453: The Excellent Second Generation Bo Yan

Chapter 453: Chapter 453: The Excellent Second Generation Bo Yan

Yuran blinked with an air of innocence, speaking earnestly, "Third Brother, who do you think you’re underestimating? What if I’m actually the king, and she’s just bronze?"

To her surprise, Bo Yan actually burst into laughter, bending forwards and backwards without any regard for his image, "Little Ranran, stop joking, hahaha... Big brother admires your courage, but Ou Jinchu, she really is a king player, with a rank just a little bit behind Xiaoqi.

Of course, I’m talking about professional achievements in the field, not comparing her IQ to Xiaoqi’s."

It was unclear whether he was praising Ou Jinchu or mocking her.

Feeling so utterly distrusted, Yuran looked at Bo Yan with a wronged expression, "Seventh Brother..."

Her voice trailed off, sounding quite pitiful.

Bo Yan patted her little head soothingly, comforting her, "We should just make a quiet, striking impression. Third Brother just can’t recognize true worth, and his IQ is, well... a bit indescribable. You understand."

"Bo Qi, if you’re going to cajole your wife, just do it properly. Am I, Third Brother, your pastime for amusing your wife?"

Bo Ke mocked, "A pastime? Third Brother, you flatter yourself.

Without spicing things up, you’d hardly be suitable for amusing anyone. Don’t you have any self-awareness?"

Damn.

Bo Yan felt his dignity was gravely insulted in this situation; he definitely had to bring Bo Er over sometime soon to properly teach Xiaoqi how to behave.

Completely ignoring Bo Yan’s grinding teeth, Bo Yan’s eyes, deep as ancient wells, rippled with layers of profundity.

"Third Brother, you go tell Second Brother that my domain will not become a breakthrough point, whether it’s me or the baby, we will not let Ou Jinchu bring matters that are outside of the professional realm into this;

even if I’m bronze, I’ll still manage to play up to a king’s rank for you. Over at Xiaowa’s side, I worry that could be another weak spot."

Bo Yan suddenly slapped his thigh, "I knew I’d forgotten an important link. Now that you mention it, I remember. I’ll go back and talk to Second Brother right away;

You all must hold the line, no matter how tough it gets. The Bo Family has been quiet for some years, leading others to believe that the Bo Family seems unsteady."

Bo Yan couldn’t help but laugh, "Unsteady? Who’s going to sway is still an open question—just wait and see."

Bo Yan stood up, smiling slightly, "Even though you’re younger than all of us, your meticulousness is in no way inferior to Big Brother’s. I’ll take my leave first."

Before leaving, Bo Yan went to say goodbye to Zhizhi, who hugged Bo Yan’s neck, "Uncle San, when will you come to see Zhizhi? I’ve missed you."

His voice was so sweet, as if the one Bo Yan had reprimanded earlier wasn’t this little cutie at all.

Bo Yan inwardly scoffed, Little rascal, little brat, so materialistic, always siding with whoever provides—whether it’s mama with milk or daddy with money.

But no matter what he thought privately, faced with a perfect little angel face, Bo Yan just couldn’t get angry. He pinched Zhizhi’s cheek lightly, "Uncle San will send over some more toys for Zhizhi in a few days, okay?"

Zhizhi nodded happily, "Thank you, Uncle San."

"Whatever you like, Zhizhi, you can always call Uncle San, and I’ll make sure to bring it to you."

Zhizhi shook his head, "Uncle San has already bought so many toys for Zhizhi, and I haven’t even finished playing with them. You’re busy, Uncle San. Just bringing what you promised will be enough."

Bo Yan laughed, "Then give Uncle San a kiss, and I shall take my leave. Next time I’ll come to take you out to play again—is that okay?"

Zhizhi hummed in agreement, nodding joyfully.

Because Mom and Dad had special identities, they rarely took Zhizhi to public places, but the other uncles from the Bo Family were different. He had been to the office with his eldest uncle, to the hospital with his second uncle, and to the amusement park with his third uncle.

There was also his fourth uncle and sixth uncle, who had taken him to other places to have fun, and he really liked his uncles.

As soon as Uncle San left, Zhizhi sat quietly on Daddy’s lap. The TV was showing the course he had requested to learn. He studied quietly, surrounded by the gentle guidance of his parents.

In her free time, Yuran would set up a learning device for Zhizhi, which featured language mini-courses she created just for him.

Zhizhi might have inherited her language talent—he was very sensitive to foreign languages and learned them quite fast.

He could now communicate with Yuran in simple French and Arabic, while his English enabled him to communicate without any barriers.

The little studious student was a keen learner. Last week, when she came back, Bo Yan told her, "Guess what our son asked me to teach him today?"

Yuran was somewhat baffled by this question, but seeing Bo Yan’s sparkling eyes, she boldly guessed, "Could it be world history?"

Bo Yan’s smile faded, carrying a hint of sulkiness from being dismissed, "Baby."

Yuran’s hand twitched, and she coaxed him earnestly, "Qi Ge, I can’t guess, can you tell me, please?"

Just like their son, a few soft, gentle words were all it took for one to surrender and confess, "Somehow the darling found my college textbook in some corner of the study and asked me to teach him calculus. I was so shocked that I need you, Baby, to calm me down."

After the initial shock, they tutored Zhizhi according to his interests without pressuring him to learn anything in particular. Whatever he liked, he learned, but Yuran also told Zhizhi that once he liked something and chose it, he must not be fickle.

Luckily, Zhizhi was a particularly persistent child. The issue of other children’s lack of concentration didn’t seem to exist for him.

He could study so intensely that he would forget to sleep or eat.

Of course, his efficiency was so remarkably high that sometimes even Yuran and Bo Yan were quite amazed.

Zhizhi had a wide range of hobbies, liking advanced mathematics, calculus, languages, horse riding, the violin, classical music, and piano; of course, he was also very fond of some ancient musical instruments.

Both of them sometimes admired Zhizhi’s interests with a sense of disbelief. Bo Yan told Yuran, "When I was a child, although I also had many interests, I definitely didn’t have as many as our baby does, and he has persisted in them, which is rare."

Yuran didn’t deny her own multitude of interests, but indeed, she was not as excessive as Zhizhi.

Advanced mathematics, calculus, and horse riding were all taught to Zhizhi by Bo Yan himself. The Bo Family had a horse farm in the suburbs, so there was no lack of space to instruct Zhizhi.

And Bo Yan was not comfortable entrusting his son’s learning to others, so Yuran mostly accompanied them.

During their breaks, Yuran would joke with Bo Yan, "Our family’s behavior reminds me of a popular online joke."

Zhizhi was riding a horse, alone, dressed in a riding outfit, looking majestic and powerful, with a serious and rigid little face, but with sharp and earnest eyes.

The young pony beneath him ran professionally and quickly, showing a variety of fancy steps.

Bo Yan curled his lips in a smile, bringing his gaze back to Yuran, "What kind of joke?"

Yuran cleared her throat lightly, "Let’s agree first, Qi Ge, this is not me boasting—it’s really a joke from the internet."

Bo Yan laughed, "Hmm, I know."

Yuran paused, "Having parents with very high education is what kind of experience?"