Bo Xin pressed on the wound. Wen Jinyi's face showed no abnormality, but moving the joint still hurt. She didn't like putting patients in a cast, so she bought a brace instead. "Be careful. Try walking on the balls of your feet." Wen Jinyi leaned on his crutches. "Can I try walking three steps over there?" Bo Xin was speechless. "...You should be able to stand steady before thinking about continuous walking." Wen Jinyi rubbed his nose, a little guilty. There was a wheelchair nearby. If he couldn't walk during this period, he'd rely on it to get around. At least it was better than lying in bed all the time. If he wasn't going to be in the same class as his younger brothers, he really needed to heal his foot first. He didn't want to cause trouble for his classmates and become known as 'that kid in the wheelchair.' First impressions were still important. Wen Jinyi propped himself up on his crutches and took two steps forward. It hurt a little, but he could endure it. And he could walk relatively steadily. Wen Jinyi's eyes lit up with surprise as he looked at Bo Xin in shock. Bo Xin thoughtfully rolled up his sleeve for him. "I said I could heal you, and I can. I never lie." Wen Jinyi was sweating profusely, looking exhausted. Bo Xin helped him sit back down. Pushing the wheelchair outside to get some fresh air could be very beneficial for the patient's body and mind. "If you want to go out and look around, I can push you out." The place where Wen Jinyi was staying had floor-to-ceiling windows. From the balcony, he could see a garden full of roses, and further away, ivy climbing the entire wall. So he shook his head. "Not now. It's all the same. When I can stand, I'll go experience it myself." Bo Xin quite liked that attitude. "When you're fully recovered, remember to go show off in front of Ji Xingzhi." Wen Jinyi remembered that President Ji had doubted Bo Xin's medical skills. It seemed Bo Xin held a grudge too. That meant he was even less likely to forget the embarrassing scene after anesthesia. But Bo Xin's personality meant she would never tell anyone. How reassuring. ...Of course, as long as he didn't provoke her. Wen Jinyi sat up straight. "I will definitely go! And if you really want to push me out for a walk, I'm fine with that!" Bo Xin thought she saw wrong. In the blink of an eye, this kid had become so respectful. "Actually, I'm not that free. I meant for someone else to push you." Wen Jinyi was taken aback. He remembered that Bo Xin's visit this time was about those trafficked children. What else was there? He really couldn't think of anything, so he asked directly, "What for?" Bo Xin had found something for Yuxu to do, but she couldn't leave Yanyi idle. Otherwise, Yanyi would continue letting himself become a dummy. Without a sense of urgency, that's just how he was. "I found a part-time job for Yanyi." "Doing what?" Bo Xin smiled. "Collecting rent with me." She had many properties, but not that many. If divided by area, there were only three in this area. Then by date, about ten days per month—a fairly easy job. That's why she didn't want to go back to the hospital. After enjoying a life like this, who would want to work nine-to-six and be exploited by a boss? Bo Xin took care of these kids because she wanted to, and occasionally she could put them to work. "As for Yuxu, I'll leave him in your care. After all, you're his big brother." Wen Jinyi scratched his head. "Even if you didn't say it, I would do that." Bo Xin patted his head, thinking he really had the demeanor of an older brother. Outside, Yanyi was getting impatient. He bounced on his calves like a galloping pony. He'd never been to this place before, but he thought the yard was even bigger than his grandmother's. Both had flowers, but grandmother's was a large patch, while the Wen family's was neatly arranged, with specially paved stone paths. It looked very orderly. He took two steps at a time, trying to grab his mother's hand to lead her, only to find his mother was even more relaxed than he was. It was because she had longer legs and was taller. "Mom, why doesn't grandmother's house have this kind of decoration?" Bo Xin was curious. "What? Do you think grandmother's house is inferior to this one?" "Of course not." Ji Yanyi interlaced his fingers behind his back and jumped four steps at once, better than ever. "If I had to say, I like our house the best. When I play downstairs, I meet other kids who bounce around like me, and we can compete." And he always beat them, which made him very proud. Bo Xin had no problem living in a residential community. As expected of her own child—they thought alike. But being proud of jumping farther than others while feeling nothing when someone got better grades... Bo Xin knocked on the tenant's door. Nowadays, tenants didn't do online transfers like in the future. Payment was offline, required cash, and most importantly, someone had to be home. It was hard to collect in every sense, but there was an advantage: families were close, and many lived together. Those who weren't home would ask relatives or friends to help. This was Bo Xin's first time collecting rent with a child. Everyone looked at Yanyi. "This kid is really bright." Elderly people loved children like that. In just a few words, Yanyi's pockets were filled with candy. One tenant asked, "When he was little, we never saw you bring him. Now that he's grown, you bring him out?" Everyone knew the younger the child, the more they needed their parents. Bo Xin explained, "It's when they grow up that they need to experience things." Landlords needed to know the tenants' financial situation, and tenants needed to know the landlord's. What if one day she ran out of money and had to sell the house? Then they'd have to move out immediately. So they knew Bo Xin had many properties and was financially stable. The tenant said, "What? Want the kid to experience the joy of collecting rent?" Bo Xin said, "Ah, no." She waved her hand, and Ji Yanyi zipped back to her side, incredibly fast. Flushed from the praise, Yanyi was clearly excited. Bo Xin cut to the chase. "If 350 is the monthly rent, and if you pay for half a year upfront, there's a 10% discount. So how much should be collected this time?" The flush on Ji Yanyi's face instantly faded. He couldn't even understand the question. Bo Xin prompted, "It's a simple arithmetic problem." Ji Yanyi counted on his fingers, actually doing calculations in his palm. His nails were just long enough to leave marks. "...Is it 1,800?" Bo Xin strongly suspected Yanyi had just multiplied the two simplest numbers together. But she had no proof. Never mind. Bo Xin started explaining to the tenant, "This is why I brought the kid." If he couldn't even do simple arithmetic, he'd have trouble surviving on his own. "The shortfall this time, consider it a discount too." Anyway, the difference wasn't much, but it definitely wasn't what Yanyi had calculated. Going downstairs, Ji Yanyi was silent. He walked along the wall, but it still didn't give him a sense of security. Gradually, his mother stopped, so he stopped too. At this moment, looking at his mother, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly. Bo Xin's tone was indifferent. "You've been slacking off too much lately." Ji Yanyi: "!!!" "Don't lose to those kids just starting to study at Red Star Charity Primary School." Bo Xin thought it over and decided to put some pressure on the child. — That evening, Ji Yanyi lay on his desk, writing furiously. The desk lamp was too dazzling, so he pushed it aside. What Mom said about that ten percent—he would firmly memorize it next time. Ji Yanyi put his hands on his cheeks, squeezing his face into an exploding ball. Because his cheeks were chubby, it really looked like that. He patted his flushed cheeks and continued studying. Ji Xingzhi bought a box of fried chicken outside, including drumsticks and wings. Since Yanyi loved it, and he happened to see no line—usually that place was packed—he grabbed it immediately. He placed it on Yanyi's desk, considerately turning the visible side toward Yanyi. But after three minutes, there was no reaction. That was completely out of character. Ji Xingzhi pulled out half the box. "If you're not eating, I will." Ji Yanyi was stunned. "Then go ahead. Just leave a little for me." Ji Xingzhi smiled, thinking the kid wasn't completely obsessed yet. Because the desk lamp was in the wrong position, he patted Yanyi's back. "Sit up straight. You don't want to be nearsighted, do you?" "What's wrong with being nearsighted? I see some classmates wearing glasses. It looks so cool." Kids had the weirdest ideas. They'd regret it when they grew up. Of course, Ji Xingzhi wasn't nearsighted; he'd just heard nearsighted people say that. Ji Xingzhi crossed his arms. "If you become nearsighted and your brother doesn't, people will say you got it from studying. Won't that be embarrassing?" Ji Yanyi's eyes widened. He was actually a little scared. The key was that it would be so humiliating. Seeing that it worked, Ji Xingzhi didn't say more. "So, is it about studying? How did your mom motivate you?" He could tell easily, because Yanyi studying was strange in itself. But he had a question: "Why didn't you ask me directly?" Bo Xin spoke from behind Ji Xingzhi. She had half-closed the door, just gone out to boil water, and Ji Xingzhi had run in to give the kid fried chicken, disturbing his studies? Overindulgent parent? Ji Xingzhi really thought it was fine if Yanyi didn't study much. And hadn't Yanyi improved last time? Not until Bo Xin told him what happened today did Ji Xingzhi rarely doubt his own decision. Because probably since Yanyi was born, he never understood why someone wouldn't get even the simplest things. After a long silence, Ji Xingzhi squeezed out a sentence: "Good motivation." "After the kid finishes his problems later, go explain the wrong ones to Yanyi. Make sure he understands, or he'll definitely make the same mistakes again." Ji Xingzhi coughed a few times, startled. "What about you?" Bo Xin pointed with her chin toward Yuxu's room. "I'll tutor that one. We'll divide equally." How was this equal? The workload was completely different?! Ji Xingzhi reached out behind her, weakly calling, "Hey."