The Beautiful Teaching Assistant Gave Me Three Children, Shocking the Entire School
Chapter 187 Flying to Lighthouse Country

Chapter 187: Chapter 187 Flying to Lighthouse Country

Sitting on the bed, Tang Yuxin reflected on her mother’s earlier reminders.

"Xiao Fei is a good person. You must treat her well. Also, that money he gave you... you absolutely cannot accept it."

"Our family may not have a lot of money, but we still have our dignity!"

As these thoughts ran through her mind, Xiao Fei pushed open the door and came in.

"Honey~~~"

Tang Yuxin immediately flashed a heartwarming smile that could cure absolutely anyone.

Once Xiao Fei lay down beside her, Tang Yuxin burrowed into his arms without hesitation.

She suddenly found it somewhat amusing.

What had she been so worried and afraid about earlier?

There was really no reason to worry or be scared in the first place, was there?

Shifting her body slightly to find a more comfortable position, Tang Yuxin eased into a deep sleep.

The next day.

Xiao Fei and Tang Yuxin, along with their three kids, bid farewell to both sides of their families, took Xiang Zilan and Little Bei to Rong City, and boarded a flight to Shanghai.

For this trip abroad, Xiang Zilan and Little Bei weren’t coming along.

After settling the two little ones at home and preparing several days’ worth of food for them, Xiao Fei took his wife and kids, and together they boarded a plane bound for the Lighthouse Country.

Musk was a man of tremendous wealth and influence; he had even established an airport right next to his company.

On this day, as Xiao Fei’s plane landed at the airport and he stepped off, the first person he saw waiting to greet him was that man.

Musk.

Some called him a pioneer of technology, the real-world Iron Man.

Others said he was a fraud, his grandiose claims mere tactics to coax investment funds, and that the whole idea of emigrating to Mars was an impossible endeavor.

Yet no one could deny that this man had achieved remarkable success in the field of commercial space exploration, developing a fully reusable rocket, the Falcon 9.

... That much was undeniable.

"Xiao...!! We’ve finally met! I’ve been so looking forward to this day! Hahaha...!!"

As Xiao Fei descended the gangway, Musk immediately jogged over, arms wide open, tightly hugging Xiao Fei.

Standing obediently nearby was Tang Yuxin, who scrutinized the man before her.

On the plane, Xiao Fei had given Tang Yuxin a thorough analysis of Musk.

He was a man proud to the extreme.

In his eyes, only a select few individuals in the world were worthy of being deemed "people."

And among those few, an even smaller fraction qualified to stand alongside him.

Even if the fantasy of Mars migration became a reality, in Musk’s mind, the number of people fit to be called "settlers" on Mars would boil down to mere hundreds out of the seventy billion on Earth.

To Musk, the rest of humanity was nothing more than expendable fodder to be exploited.

Consumables.

Clearly, her husband was viewed as one of the privileged few by Musk, someone he considered worthy to stand beside him.

After the hug, Musk released Xiao Fei, took a step back, and smiled as he extended his hand toward Tang Yuxin: "Hello, Mrs. Xiao."

"Hello."

Musk exchanged only a brief handshake with Tang Yuxin before shifting his gaze away...

Even though Tang Yuxin’s beauty was so striking it broke all barriers between East and West and could charm absolutely anyone.

He had zero interest in women.

For Musk, women were always readily available whenever he wanted them.

"Xiao! Come quickly! The rockets are ready! They’ll be launched by tomorrow!"

Seeing Musk’s eagerness, Xiao Fei chuckled and shook his head.

"Don’t rush. We just got off the plane. My wife and the kids are a bit tired, so I’d prefer to rest first."

"Oh... No!"

Musk was visibly displeased.

He couldn’t quite understand why Xiao Fei would act this way.

But as one of SpaceX’s heavyweight shareholders, second only to Musk himself in equity, Xiao Fei’s opinion was something Musk had to respect.

"Fine, rest for now. But I think there’s something your kids might enjoy."

As he said this, Musk glanced at the three little ones being held hand-in-hand by both Xiao Fei and Tang Yuxin.

Under Xiao Fei’s teaching, the children sweetly called Musk "Uncle" in their tiny voices.

In English, naturally.

Xiao Fei’s multilingual education had definitely paid off.

Meanwhile, a group of Musk’s company executives who had accompanied him were curiously eyeing the family before them.

It was just unbelievable.

Their usually irritable and authoritarian boss, who despised almost everyone, was treating someone from Yanxia with such reverence.

Sure, this couple was incredibly good-looking — you couldn’t even find actors fitting their level of attractiveness in Hollywood.

But that certainly wasn’t why their boss held them in such high regard.

On the way.

"Xiao, I heard that battery technology from BYD was provided by you?"

"You want it too?"

"God as my witness, of course I do."

Musk widened his eyes. "Tesla needs that tech badly, Xiao. Why didn’t you ask me first when you knew about it?"

"Sorry, I have an agreement with them. I can’t give it to you now. If you really want it, go talk to BYD yourself."

Xiao Fei swiftly passed the ball over to Wang Chuanfu.

Musk frowned in frustration. "What a shame. Wang isn’t exactly the easiest person to negotiate with."

Soon after, the group arrived at the company.

Musk led Xiao Fei on a tour of the offices, specifically arranging for several robot dogs to entertain the kids.

The little ones, seeing robot dogs for the first time, were beside themselves with excitement.

All three climbed onto the backs of separate robot dogs while Tang Yuxin and Xiao Fei stayed close by to help steady them, ensuring they wouldn’t fall off.

"Are these your creation or Boston Dynamics’?"

"Integrated their technology. I have a small stake in Boston Dynamics, though nothing substantial."

Musk raised his brows proudly.

In robotics, he wasn’t much of a technical expert—but he had money.

"They’ve been struggling lately—those robot dogs aren’t selling... Haha! I heard they’re bundling parts of their business to sell to South Korea’s Hyundai."

"Poor Hyundai, becoming the next scapegoat."

"By the way, Xiao, about that Chinese phrase you wanted printed on the rocket..."

"Is there a problem?"

"No, no, not at all. It’s just... wasn’t the plan to use your kids’ names? Why a Chinese phrase instead?"

Xiao Fei glanced at his three little ones with a smile.

"It’s a line from a Yanxia poem. My children’s names are derived from that very poem."

He wasn’t naive.

Why would he publicly plaster his kids’ names on a rocket launched by the Lighthouse Country?

The global frenzy that would follow over identifying the children behind those names would be unimaginable.

Like this—choosing to print a poetic line from Yanxia—the media buzz would still be there, but far more manageable.