lcionline Chapter 750: Rong Ning Continues
Chapter 750: Rong Ning Continues
Even for a child with intelligence superior to most, at an age when people find him annoying and the whole family competes to pamper him, Rong Qingqing was truly at wit’s end with Shen Zhengting using ordinary methods.Reasoning with him, this little rascal with a sharp tongue could talk even more than his own mom, Rong Qingqing.
Trying to play any tricks on him, he would see through them in no time. After the first time, tricking this little guy a second time was as difficult as reaching the sky.
And this little guy’s temper? She couldn’t find a single praiseworthy point, even with her doting mom filter.
One day, Shen Zhengting was in the playroom working on a puzzle. Despite his young age, the puzzle he played with was exceptionally big.
When Rong Qingqing pushed the door open, she didn’t realize the little guy had pieced the puzzle all the way to the door. So when she pushed it, the puzzle near the entrance was immediately disturbed.
Rong Qingqing stood at the door, speechless.
Seeing the little guy sitting unhappily on the floor, pouting and about to cry, Rong Qingqing thought quickly and beat him to it, bursting into tears first.
Crying as if in great distress, pitifully.
"What do I do, baby? Mommy didn’t mean to. Mommy just wanted to call you out for some fruit. Mommy feels so sad now. How could Mommy mess up your puzzle like that? Mommy feels so guilty and so miserable, boo-hoo, will you stop loving Mommy because of this~"
Rong Qingqing cried with such sincerity, tears falling one by one.
Ever since she became a mom, Rong Qingqing’s acting skills have become flawless.
Crying on command has become second nature.
The little guy sitting on the floor, already tearful, heard this and could no longer stay angry.
He sat there, sighed heavily, and then got up from the floor, stepping over the puzzle pieces with his short legs, walking towards his crying mom at the door.
Then he raised his hand and patted his mom’s hand, saying, "Mommy, don’t cry. I’m not mad at you."
"Oh, okay baby." Rong Qingqing stopped crying instantly, holding onto his chubby little hand, her mouth quietly curling up.
As long as I cry faster than the kid, he can’t catch up with my reaction.
This trick of Rong Qingqing’s was only effective for about two years; after Shen Zhengting turned three, he wasn’t as easy to pacify.
But still, the little guy really loved his mom. Seeing her fake crying, if he couldn’t find Dad, he’d just sigh quietly himself, with little shoulders bearing the weight of undue maturity for his age.
Shen Jue, aware of Rong Qingqing’s tricks on the child, simply watched every time. Occasionally, he would stifle laughter that he couldn’t hold back, letting out a low chuckle, but he never intervened in the interactions between Rong Qingqing and their child.
Rong Qingqing, naturally lively and different from other girls, was a first-time mom, and Shen Jue never expected her to be a perfect wife and good mother.
As long as She was happy, that’s all that mattered.
When Shen Zhengting turned four, on the Lantern Festival that year, Rong Ning officially held an art exhibition in Hai City.
Over the years, Rong Ning had been absorbed in painting and had gradually built her reputation.
She was now a new-generation artist with a fair amount of online fame, with over a million followers on Weibo two years ago. Last year, besides releasing an individual art book, which sold incredibly well, she secured many collaborations, creating numerous joint pieces, and earned quite a lot of money. This year she was busy preparing for a private art show.
To attend Rong Ning’s art exhibition, on the thirteenth day of the New Year, Shen Jue took Rong Qingqing and Shen Zhengting, the family of three boarded a plane to Hai City.