Looking across the entire upper-class society of Guancheng, how many successful men could reach the level of commitment they have?
Let alone men in upper-class society. Most of them are extremely busy with work. Forget personally looking after children; even showing a bit more concern for their kids is already commendable. Many cannot even remember how old their child is this year, which grade they are in, or which school they attend.
Even among ordinary people, there are plenty who are hands-off parents. Like Zhou Honglin in the past, who treated his child like a toy. When he was in the mood, he would play with him a little. When he was not, he ignored him completely.
Zhou Honglin used to pay no attention to Yangyang. It was only after the divorce and all those events that he learned to gradually become a qualified father, working hard to regain the bit of affection Yangyang had for him. Only then did the father and son end up with the good relationship they have now.
“With nannies and housekeepers watching, there’s no need for Big Brother to specially take leave.”
The old lady said, “Having him take half a day off to look after the child would also let him relax. He could take Beibei to your sister-in-law’s company. Perhaps your big brother would enjoy it very much.”
Zhan Yue said nothing more.
Big Brother was no longer the workaholic he used to be, devoted solely to his job.
Perhaps letting Big Brother take half a day off to care for the child would indeed make him happy.
Thus, the grandmother and grandson settled it just like that.
The old lady returned to her room to rest.
Zhan Yue sat on the sofa for a moment before going upstairs.
As soon as he lay down on the bed, he sent a message to Zeng Xiaoya, asking if she had gone to sleep yet.
Zeng Xiaoya replied quickly, asking if something was wrong.
Zhan Yue switched to voice messages. “Doctor Zeng, sorry for disturbing you with a message so late.”
“I was just about to rest when your message came. If it had been two minutes later, I would have had to reply tomorrow.”
“What’s up? Is something the matter?”
Zeng Xiaoya asked.
“Doctor Lin came to see me.”
Zeng Xiaoya did not reply with a message but called Zhan Yue directly. Once he answered, she asked, “Senior Lin didn’t do anything to you, did he?”
Zhan Yue said, “No. What could he do to me? If it came to a fight, he definitely wouldn’t be my match. If it was an argument, he might not even win that.”
Zeng Xiaoya asked with amusement, “Is the Eighth Young Master Zhan very good at fighting and arguing?”
Aren’t heirs from wealthy families supposed to have refined manners?
“We do business. Our eloquence has to be excellent. Being persuasive is the basics. We can scold someone without using foul language. As for fighting, knowing some punches and kicks means you can fight. Even without formal training, you can still fight. The chances of winning are just lower.”
“My brothers and I are all accomplished in both scholarly and martial pursuits.”
Zhan Yue took the opportunity to boast a little.
“Doctor Lin told me to stay away from you. He said you don’t belong to me but to him. He said I’m not worthy of you, that I only have good looks, that I’m one of those who live off my brother and sister-in-law.”
“He said I can’t give you a happy life. In short, he’s very insecure and feels I pose a great threat to him. He can’t win you over, and it’s all my fault.”
“He also said that by troubling you from time to time now, I’m trying to seize the chance to steal you from him.”
Zeng Xiaoya: “…… Zhan Yue, I’m very sorry. Because of my entanglement with Senior Lin, you’ve been dragged into this.”
