Rebirth of the Villainous Female Boss
Chapter 1203 - Chapter 1203 Chapter 1175 The path through the mountain of

Chapter 1203: Chapter 1175: The path through the mountain of books is made by diligent studying (Thanks to Hua Piao Ling for the He’s Bi jade token + update) Chapter 1203: Chapter 1175: The path through the mountain of books is made by diligent studying (Thanks to Hua Piao Ling for the He’s Bi jade token + update) “`

“Alright, no use getting mad at someone who’s injured. After you’ve put ‘Beautiful Lady’ to sleep, let’s discuss some classical poetry.”

“Dream of Red Mansion Watson?” Camden couldn’t help but think of the classic “Finger-Tired Game”–that’s a good one!

“Is that all you have in your mind? Today, I’m going to talk to you about Opera!”

Ah, Camden felt a bit let down but dared not to go against the wishes of the noble pregnant lady, so he grudgingly took ‘Beautiful Lady’ to the restroom where she happily relieved herself in her own designated canine toilet while Mario Yuno complained on the side.

“You, always whimpering at the wrong times. My daughter-in-law is about to kiss me, and there you go whimpering. Is it that easy for me to get a little blessing!”

He returned to the bedroom, full of displeasure, to find Kiara leaning on the bedhead, reading without even lifting her head to ask.

“Did you wash your hands?”

“Yeah.”

“This Classical Literature really does have a significant impact on prenatal education. Opera was a pinnacle of the Southern Region culture, featuring many classic descriptions.” The book Kiara was holding was indeed “Selected Works of Opera.”

“You go on with the prenatal education; I’m going to sleep.” As soon as Mario Yuno heard her chanting, he lost all interest and flopped onto the bed, pulling the covers over his head.

“No, you need to get up and read this one to me.”

Resigned, Camden got up unwillingly, took the book she handed him, and after only a glance, his eyes widened.

“A red silk quilt, an ivory bed, in my arms I hold my pleasing man…”

Emma! What’s this situation? He glanced at Kiara, who raised an eyebrow.

“Keep reading!”

Mario Yuno’s face heated up, clearly understanding her implication.

Kiara saw he stopped reading, leaned over to hug his neck, and read for him, “Call me ‘brother’ and take your time playing, but don’t wake up my dog. My pleasing man, my handsome man, I reserve my affection for you.”

That night Mario Yuno made a firm decision: from now on, he must encourage his child to study well. The uneducated can only say, “You dead ghost, why aren’t you coming!” But the educated can reel off a long string of poetry and songs.

Being educated really does make a difference.

“Incense burner under the daylight, purple ‘Smoke’ arise!”

Jojo Father’s pet parrot was reciting the words it had just learned to Kiara, and Jojo Father showed off proudly to her.

“How about that, Dr. Clark? I taught it well, didn’t I? I’ve got to teach my bird some poetry and songs.”

Kiara’s face turned slightly red at the sentence, probably reminding her of something, but thankfully Jojo Father didn’t notice.

“By the way, Dr. Clark, I heard you’re pregnant?”

“Yes.”

“Haha, that’s good to hear. Your husband isn’t young anymore; it’s about time you gave him an heir.”

“This one is a girl.” Kiara always believed it was her Wendy coming back to her.

“A girl is fine, too. You’re still young; you can have more.” Jojo Father’s preference for boys might never change even until his death.

Kiara once tried to correct his view, but to no avail–not even a psychologist could cure such deeply rooted chauvinism.

“My Jojo is about the same age as you; it would be nice if she could give me grandchildren someday.” Jojo Father sighed. Although he had come to terms with life and death, he still hoped to hold a grandchild before he passed away.

Kiara imagined Jojo being pregnant, sending shivers down her spine. The thought of men giving birth was utterly creepy.

“Uncle, I don’t want to do the usual therapy today; can we just chat instead?”

“Sure, come on, let’s get ‘Edward ‘Old King” to set up the tea table, let’s have a drink.” Jojo Father enjoyed talking to Kiara, a very wise child who knew everything from astronomy to geography and had no generation gap with him, an uneducated man.

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The two enjoyed some fragrant tea and started with casual business talk, but Kiara smoothly shifted the conversation to the main topic.

“Uncle, if you only had one day left, what would you most like to see?”

“Of course, I’d like to see Jojo find a good home, and better yet, give me a grandchild to hold, then I could die without any regrets.”

In his youth, he strove for his career and for money, only to realize in the end that those things were not important at all; the only thing that mattered was his children.

“So do you hope that Jojo lives a happy life the way he wants, or do you hope he lives an unhappy life the way you want it?”

“Dr. Clark, are you trying to dig a trap for me? I’m not falling for that, I hope Jojo lives a happy life along the path I’ve designed for her!”

This stubborn old man was on guard against Kiara’s brainwashing. Kiara wasn’t in a rush to argue, simply sipping her tea lightly.

“Uncle, something terrible has happened!”

A young man rushed in, flustered. He was Jojo’s cousin, once Secretary to Jojo’s father, now he’s Jojo’s deputy.

“What happened? Weren’t you with Jojo conducting business in the Southern Region?” Jojo’s father was surprised to see him.

The young man glanced at Kiara, Kiara nodded at him, and the young man swallowed before speaking.

“The mine collapsed!”

“What?!”

“Jojo… He’s trapped inside too…”

Jojo’s father’s vision went dark, and he fainted on the spot.

The young man, frightened, hurriedly called for a doctor and didn’t forget to ask Kiara.

“Dr. Clark, you didn’t just kill my uncle, did you?”

He was already in the late stages of his illness, terrifying a patient like that, what if it hastened his death?

“It’s all right, I know what I’m doing.”

The doctor had been called over by Kiara in advance. After checking Jojo’s father’s condition and performing emergency procedures, Jojo’s father finally woke up.

“Jojo!” Jojo’s father opened his eyes, feeling pain all over.

Since his surgery, he had not felt such pain in a long time; now it felt like all his old ailments had returned.

But when he woke up, he found himself in a pitch-black room. Was he already dead? Was this Hell?

Jojo’s father was preoccupied with the thought of Jojo being buried in the mine and tried to get up in a hurry, but he found he was completely immobile.

Suddenly, the dark walls started showing projections–it was Jojo!

In the silent space, picture after picture of Jojo appeared.

From when he was a child to his growth into adulthood, each time-stamped photo allowed Jojo’s father to reflect on past memories. The walls turned into a screen magnifying Jojo’s image.

Jojo’s father seldom looked at these photos; he didn’t even know where they all came from. He wanted to get up and ask about Jojo’s current state, but he was tied down and couldn’t get up, forced to patiently look at each photo.

The photos were silent, some blurred with age, but Jojo’s father seemed to spot an issue.

As a child, Jojo was very cheerful. As he grew older and started wearing masculine clothes, he seemed cheeky but happy. Many of the photos of Jojo’s university days were new to his father–their source was Kiara, collected through various channels.

There were photos of Jojo at basketball games, participating in athletics, and with clubs, as well as him distributing flyers for work outside. It was clear that despite being financially strapped, Jojo was happy, living the life he wanted.

The most recent ones showed Jojo after he took over the mine, working overtime and wearing work clothes for mine inspections. Jojo’s father noticed there was not a trace of a smile on Jojo’s face, only weariness.