I'm a Transmigrated Woman Who Is the CEO's Arranged Bride

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Xia Tianxin and Dr. Ping went to the study.

Assistant Wang tidied up his tablet.

It turned out he was watching a live sports game. He was mute, with no sound on, and wasn't wearing headphones, like he was watching a silent movie.

He felt that Xia Tianxin was paying special attention to Miss Shen.

I don't know if it's just my imagination.

Children probably don't understand.

But his IQ is 151...

Finished tidying up.

Assistant Wang began reviewing the surveillance footage.

There are security cameras in the study.

The concerned assistant, Wang, was worried about leaving the psychologist alone with the child, fearing that the psychologist might say something strange or misleading that could cause psychological trauma to the child.

Ouyang Si also put down the documents and looked at them for a while.

So both of them saw this scene.

Assistant Wang looked shocked and embarrassed.

The young master is so clever; he could tell at a glance that the other person wasn't a teacher.

The young master's evaluation of the president and Miss Xia was quite fair.

Since Miss Xia and the president got together, his workload has increased dramatically, and he often has to work overtime unexpectedly. Recently, his hair has been falling out in clumps while he takes a shower, and he is worried that he will go bald before he gets old and become a bald cow or horse.

  

Ouyang Si looked stunned.

People's self-evaluation is always complicated and confusing, far less straightforward than how others evaluate you.

He immediately composed himself and asked his assistant, "Did the doctor sign a confidentiality agreement?"

Assistant Wang nodded.

"Give her another sum of money and tell her not to come again."

Assistant Wang received it.

Dr. Ping, driven by professional ethics, still wanted to try his best. Although dealing with such a child was intimidating—his eyes held a childlike innocence yet a complex depth—Dr. Ping felt that the child also had redeeming qualities. Although his tone was cold and sarcastic, it was perhaps his way of expressing concern; he actually cared deeply for his parents.

But the child's parents told her not to come again and to shut up.

That's all she can do.

She was also a little worried that such a smart child might harm himself or not want to live if he suffered a huge misunderstanding or injustice, because he was too smart and saw through the world.

Despite the other parent's request that she not come again, she still took responsibility for the lesson and provided a professional evaluation report.

Assistant Wang sent the report to the boss.

The doctor's assessment was a bit alarming; he actually thought Xia Tianxin had suicidal tendencies and that the young master also had mild antisocial personality disorder.

Ouyang Si read the report.

I only glanced at it once before immediately closing it.

I dare not look.

He suddenly understood why the older brother committed suicide. The older brother must have been very intelligent. He saw through his own tricks and understood his parents. He was disappointed with this world, so he left resolutely.

The young man is very kind.

He suddenly disliked Xia Tianxin.

Why is he such a prodigy? He could have just been an ordinary, cute kid; he didn't need to be highly intelligent.

After the teacher left, Xia Tianxin played with the educational toys by herself.

I didn't continue playing on the tablet.

There is a time limit for him to use the tablet each day, and Assistant Wang set a timer password for him.

Although he figured it out easily, Assistant Wang's favorite password was his birthday and his favorite lucky number 9. Normally, he would play according to the time limit.

Ouyang Si then went to his own study.

The house is quite large, and although the father and son are in the same space, apart from the heartwarming moment when Assistant Wang took the photo, they might not see each other for a whole day.

Ouyang Si usually works on weekends or participates in some activities.

He was considered a smart man; he had tested his IQ, which was 139, far lower than Xia Tianxin's and his older brother's.

He was in his study at that moment, realizing that he hadn't called his uncle and aunt in a long time.

After the little brother died, the uncle and aunt regretted it very much. Within two years, the aunt's hair turned completely white and her eyesight deteriorated. Later, she underwent cataract surgery. The uncle's hearing also deteriorated. The uncle had been injured while working on a construction site and did not talk much. He wanted to get a cochlear implant, but the uncle refused.

He built roads and factories in his hometown, enabling people from his hometown to work there. At the same time, he cooperated with the local government to relocate villagers, providing subsidies to build new rural areas in places with convenient transportation and close to the factory.

Every household's life has improved.

They built a big villa for my uncle and aunt.

But his uncle and aunt still missed the old house. Everyone else had moved away, but they still lived in the old house.

There are only two or three households left in that village now, and they are all elderly people.

Ouyang Si is very busy and hasn't been back for a very long time.

It's been a long time since I made a phone call.

He was suddenly startled.

Holding my phone, I finally dialed that old number, a number I knew by heart.

He would play every week when he was in school.

The phone rang for a long time, so long that he thought no one would answer it, until he picked it up at the last moment.

It was my aunt's voice.

"Which one?" A thick accent, a familiar local accent.

"Aunt, it's me."

"Sizai, have you eaten? Are you feeling alright? Your uncle and I are fine, don't worry about us. Yueyue came to see us a while ago. She said you were busy, so she helped install a solar water heater and electricity. It was a huge help; we won't have to worry about power outages during thunderstorms in the summer. She also went to pay respects to your brother's grave. She's a good girl. When are you two getting married? Your uncle and I are free now, so I'm making some baby clothes. We'll send them to you after your wedding. When you have kids, they can wear them. You can make your own baby clothes; they're so soft..."

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Si couldn't help but shed tears.

My aunt has poor eyesight and doesn't watch TV or use her phone much. My uncle has poor hearing and doesn't listen much.

He felt guilty; he was afraid that his uncle and aunt would find out the truth and stop loving him. His uncle and aunt would rather be blind and deaf.

He didn't know how to explain breaking off his engagement with Shen Yue, nor did he know that Shen Yue had actually gone to his hometown to visit his uncle and aunt after graduating.

It seems that once, when Shen Yue saw him, she gave him a big hug, which he found inexplicable.

"I've eaten, I'm fine, don't overwork yourselves."

"I'm not tired. Your uncle is picking peanuts in the yard. Yueyue likes to eat homemade salted peanuts. She ate quite a lot last time. After the peanuts are harvested, I'll make some myself. Once they're done, I'll have someone send them to you so you can take them to Yueyue."

"it is good."

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On the field, the spectators in the stands were chanting wildly: "Dragon King, Yuebao, Shen Qiyi, look over here, look over here, I love you so much!"

Upon hearing the desperate shouts, Shen Yue slowed down and waved a red flag in the direction of the shouts.

The audience in the stands were so moved that they cried.

They are fans in Shen Qiyi's fan group.

I started following her from her personal stand-up comedy show, and have gradually come to where I am today.

From Shen Qiyi to Yuebao to Shen Longwang, I don't know why, but seeing her so radiant makes me unable to hold back my tears.

I'm so happy.

Seeing her win makes me feel like I've won too.

Life is worth living, and I have no regrets.

My idol is far more powerful than I imagined.

I will also work hard to become a better version of myself.

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