Reaching the age of thirty, my income randomly doubled

The Pagani worth over twenty million yuan was quickly delivered to our doorstep.

The low and flashy design is very popular among children.

Er Piya was excited to try drifting with it, and my eldest sister’s two daughters felt almost the same.

But honestly, the car just looks good; it’s not that comfortable to drive.

At least Chen Pingsheng doesn’t enjoy driving such cars at the moment.

The whole family went inside to cook, letting the kids play on their own, those who wanted to play soccer did so in the yard, those who liked shuttlecock played shuttlecock.

In the evening, we could have a small tea while overlooking half of Victoria Harbour, chatting about this and that.

What kid wouldn’t love such days? Even Xiao Ya and Xiao Le, who have always loved studying, had a blast.

This was also Chen Yao’s first time in Xiangjiang; other than noticing the wealth disparity here, there wasn’t much else for her.

Whether it’s Capital City or Magic City, urban development certainly isn’t worse than in Xiangjiang.

After spending so many years in big cities, who would envy living in Xiangjiang?

"Pingsheng, will you return to your hometown after the New Year?"

"Not this year; I’ll head back to Magic City right after the New Year."

Well then... My eldest sister still wanted to take Xiao Ya and Xiao Le for a visit to Wangcai Village.

It’s been a year since she’s been home.

"Your younger sister’s Little Fatty is also quite cute!"

"Indeed, quite cute, just a bit overweight."

"He’s only two years old; it’s cuter when they’re a little chubby."

That’s not just ’a little chubby’... Chen Pingsheng didn’t know how his younger sister could raise her child to be so fat, looking just like Hao Shaowen when he was little.

"Look, there goes your Er Ya bullying him again."

Er Piya is just a bit plump, chubby and cute.

His sister’s kid, Hu Qilin, is really fat, chubby as a ball.

He likes to play with Er Piya, but Er Ya doesn’t enjoy playing with him.

Too slow when running and prone to tripping, even playing hide and seek is no fun since he can’t find a hiding spot before the counting ends.

Hu Qilin still hasn’t decided where to hide and ends up being easily spotted.

That Little Fatty really is quite simple.

Children’s happiness is indeed very simple; just need a few peers to play together.

The days in Xiangjiang were pleasant; we stayed until the third day of the New Year before taking my private jet back to Magic City.

By then, it was February 18th of the solar calendar, which is also the festive Chinese New Year’s day of the third.

Chen Pingsheng’s family returned to the Bund Community, that middle-class small flat.

Another new year has begun, and our family needs to swiftly adapt to the brand-new 2018.

But before that, my wife Song Yanxi and I held an elaborate inheritance ceremony at home for the spoiled brat, Chen An’an.

It was simply cooking a couple of dishes, then handing her a card.

The card didn’t contain much money, just two small goals.

Chen An’an, at just ten years old, has become the truly wealthy little young mistress of her age.

Her annual allowance increased from one hundred thousand a month to two small goals.

From now on, it’s up to her to show her capability to manage the money.

The reason for arranging her to spend New Year in Xiangjiang was also to let her clearly understand the harms of gambling.

To witness firsthand the devastation at the foreigner’s restaurant where gambling has torn families apart.

And to see countless others who live in coffin-sized rooms for life because of gambling.

Chen An’an herself only spent a few days playing, feeling quite uninteresting, before she could accept the annual allowance of two billion from the family.

The heir development plan has officially begun.

Of course, she can’t let Er Piya know about the two hundred million for now.

Otherwise, the little girl will start crying again, insisting on being the same as her sister.

"An’an, when I was your age, my monthly allowance wasn’t even one hundred."

"You even had one hundred, I had to earn my tuition by catching loaches during the summer and winter breaks."

Each generation is stronger than the last.

They indeed used to live in poorer conditions, but for the spoiled brat’s generation, at age ten she could already manage more money than some people could earn in several lifetimes.

It’s quite unimaginable.

Chen An’an asked somewhat perplexedly, "Dad, how should I spend this money?"

"That’s up to you."

Chen Pingsheng said, "Your mom and I both hope that you can learn to manage money sooner. You’re still too young right now, just go ahead and do what you think is meaningful. Two hundred million might seem like a lot, but in our family, it’s just your annual pocket money."

Could her pocket money really be that much?

Chen An’an heard her parents’ comforting intent and nodded seriously, then shared her own thoughts, "Dad, I want to transfer to those ordinary middle schools when I start junior high!" Stay connected with NovelBin.Côm

"Ordinary middle schools?"

Chen Pingsheng asked her perplexedly, "Why don’t you want to attend an international school?"

"They’re all kids from wealthy families, I want to rely on my own efforts to get into a good high school."

You want to get into a good high school by your own efforts.

Although it’s a good thought, the result is really hard to predict.

Chen Pingsheng was inclined to have her continue in international school, but Song Yanxi fully supported her eldest daughter.

Her daughter should indeed get into a good high school through her own efforts.

Fine then... if the wife agrees, what objection could he have?

Next year, find her a better ordinary middle school and let her go crazy with internal competition. @@novelbin@@

Nowadays, kids start internal competition from elementary school.

Countless educational tutoring classes.

Song Yanxi also supported her very much but still reminded her, "An’an, everything in that kind of middle school depends on grades, if you end up at the bottom of the class, it would really be a bit embarrassing."

"How could that be, if my sister can do it, I can definitely do it too."

Alright then... the sisters are really getting competitive.

Song Yanxi always felt as if her daughters were growing up; she wasn’t sure if it was relief or a sigh about how time flies.

Time ages people.

After the spoiled brat went out, Song Yanxi still said wistfully, "What I remember most clearly to this day is when the spoiled brat used to carry a big golden bowl and a Small Erhu, performing in the alleys of Nanluo Gu Alley."

"Don’t mention you, I am the same."

Chen Pingsheng held his wife’s hand, laughing and joking, "Even though time is merciless, your gentleness is still the same as before, and your appearance is still as youthful and beautiful as when you were eighteen."

Tsk... Song Yanxi gave him a big eye roll, but she was still happy to hear those words.

"In the blink of an eye I’m almost thirty, and you’ll soon be a middle-aged man at thirty-five, we’re not young anymore, we can’t compare to the delicate skin of eighteen-year-old girls."

"Tsk... you better not say that, a thirty-year-old woman is as vigorous as a wolf or a tiger, that saucy dance of yours is utterly captivating, I just love your twenty-nine-year-old self."

"You’re trying to trick me into having a fourth child."

When the festive mood arrives and the atmosphere is right, the door is pulled shut and it all begins.

A hearty welcome... a generous sharing of knowledge.

Song Yanxi owns a beauty business; her little face and skin are maintained just like a little girl.

Ever since she got pregnant with Little Third, the two of them hadn’t done that in a long time.

But now, as they resume, it was impressively profound.

A long-lasting memory indeed!