Ji Xingzhi's mouth and tongue were dry. He rolled his shoulders and neck and walked out the door. A dim little lamp was lit in the living room, where a few boards had been set up as a makeshift desk. The sponge sofa was too soft, so Bo Xin was almost lying sideways as she wrote and drew. This was actually quite rare, because both kids wanted their mom to sleep in their own rooms. Giving up the desk was simply an instinctive decision. Bo Xin wasn't the type to deliberately put herself through hardship, but was this posture—lying on her side with her elbow propping up her body—actually comfortable? Bo Xin propped her head up and picked up a slice of watermelon from the table. "Finished with the medicine application?" Mentioning this, Ji Xingzhi chuckled and hummed in assent. "How is it? Want to check?" Bo Xin wasn't interested. "When you use someone, don't doubt them; if you doubt them, don't use them. Since you're still wide awake now, if he hurt you, you would have yelled out." So there was nothing to worry about. Ji Xingzhi had to admit there was some truth to that. This wasn't like when Bo Xin treated him before, when he was unconscious. But about yelling out... "Don't make me sound like a pig being slaughtered." She could have used the word 'complained.' She definitely just had a warped sense of humor. Ji Xingzhi instinctively touched the wound. The child's hands were too small and couldn't apply much force, but Yuxu was very serious. In those learning eyes, there was truly a focused spirit. When he was a child, he had an idle personality, not serious, but his grades were good. His classmates envied him, and his parents were lenient because of it. He only put in about thirty percent effort. Sometimes he wondered if he even had the talent to work hard. Starting a company was one of the few things he enjoyed doing. This seriousness, so different from his own—he knew who it must have been inherited from. Perhaps Yuxu would truly achieve more than him when he grew up, and not just in terms of money. Tsk. What was this feeling of pride mixed with annoyance? Bo Xin looked at him quizzically. "What are you smiling about?" Ji Xingzhi touched the corner of his mouth. Was he? Then he realized how stupid the gesture was and put his hand down. "I was thinking, with the kids learning so many things, won't they end up mastering nothing?" Bo Xin had confidence in the children's time management. "He knows what he's doing." He spent the most time at his desk every day, so much so that even Bo Xin, thick-skinned as she was, felt bad taking over the child's desk. Anyway, she couldn't tell Ji Xingzhi that Yuxu would surpass him when he grew up—after all, in the story, Yuxu's startup company had beaten the Ji family without them being able to fight back. Of course, that was also partly because Yanyi was in charge. Yanyi was very good at martial arts, but academics were his weak point. Wasn't that just a muscle-bound idiot? If he couldn't stop using his fists, wouldn't any family fortune be lost to Yanyi's actions? Bo Xin suddenly felt she needed to push Yanyi harder on his studies. She remembered that the school's midterm exams were coming up in a few days. Time flew so fast. In Bo Xin's memory, it was still the first days of school. In between, the whole family had gone to the countryside. She hoped Yanyi wouldn't fall behind again. The next day, when Bo Xin went to the Wen family, she brought a box of tea leaves. Nothing too expensive, since the two families were now in frequent contact. If it were too valuable, there would be back-and-forth refusals, making it hard to visit again. At the Wen residence, Ming Ruyu had known early on that Bo Xin was coming. She didn't have much to do daily, but she did have parties and beauty treatments, so she coordinated in advance to avoid a wasted trip. After these days of recuperation, Wen Jinyi's tendons were slowly healing. There was no anesthesia, so the pain had to be endured every night. This tingling sensation gave Wen Jinyi hope of gradual recovery. Though he still couldn't get out of bed, lying there wasn't too hard to bear. Since Bo Xin, his benefactor, was coming, Wen Jinyi was very excited. Back when he was under anesthesia, Bo Xin had looked at him with a strange expression. But he couldn't remember it, so he didn't know what had happened. Had he cursed at her in anger? He stuck his foot out from under the blanket to air it out and stretch it. The door opened from outside. He didn't look up but stared at the sutures on his foot. "So, is this visit to check on my foot?" Ji Yanyi came in holding a bouquet, spreading his arms as if in surprise. "That's part of it, but mostly, it's because we kind of missed you." Both younger brothers had come. Wen Jinyi had thought only Madame Bo Xin would come. And such a direct expression of missing him—only Yanyi could do that. "If your mother allows it, then I hope I can join you guys at school too." Bo Yuxu looked carefully at his foot. Clearly, this was beyond his scope. He'd better just wait quietly for his mother to come. "But unfortunately, Mother doesn't allow it, so don't get out of bed either." Wen Jinyi was taken aback. What was this? The feeling of being lectured by a doctor? But Yuxu was definitely imitating his mother. It actually looked quite similar. But facing Bo Xin, he was a child; to Yuxu, he was an older brother. "I'm older than you, so you can't boss me around." Bo Yuxu looked away. "An Ran is older than me too." And he could still treat An Ran. So in front of a doctor, the patient's age didn't matter at all. Bo Yuxu had already formed his own theory. Wen Jinyi couldn't help asking, "Who is An Ran?" He had only been lying in bed for half a month, and these two kids had already met so many people outside. Suddenly, lying in bed seemed a bit harder to endure. Ji Yanyi chimed in, "He was a trafficked child who came back to the capital with us. Let me tell you—Yuxu is really amazing now. He can assist in checkups for those kids." Bo Yuxu was stunned. Faced with such enthusiastic praise, he clearly felt a little awkward. Maybe he should charge Yanyi the lowest interest rate after all. Wen Jinyi lay weakly in bed, looking a bit dejected. "Your lives these days are way too colorful." Ji Yanyi realized he had said too much. "Don't worry. Just focus on recovering. At worst, you'll only get to take the final exams. Unlike those trafficked kids, who might have to take the midterms." Along the way, Ji Yanyi had heard about that and couldn't help feeling a chill for those kids. He remembered they said some of them had never even studied. To integrate into the group, they'd better play with kids their age. Wouldn't that mean the older ones had to study even harder? Thinking about it, the older kids were really pitiful. Ji Yanyi's eyes rolled upward as he recalled his own painful days of cramming. He shuddered involuntarily. Wen Jinyi: "So, among all these kids, I'm the only one who can't take the exam?! Even if I do, I won't be in the same class as you!" This was so different from what he had imagined. Wen Jinyi grabbed his hair in frustration. The next second, his angry expression froze. Forgotten memories suddenly rushed into his mind, fast and fierce. His tears and fragility back then, and the whining words he had said... Ji Yanyi asked worriedly, "Brother Jinyi, are you okay?" Unlike his earlier agitation, Wen Jinyi was now perfectly calm, his eyes almost numb. "It's nothing. If we're not together, then so be it." If he didn't fuss about being with his younger brothers, maybe he could salvage a bit of his dignity as the older kid. While the children played, the adults chatted. Bo Xin hadn't brought Ji Xingzhi because she wanted him to drink the medicine every day, so he had to learn to boil it himself. Boiling it at home was the first step. The smell at home wasn't very pleasant either. Ming Ruyu had something to say: "Then take this ceramic clay pot from my house. It was used to boil medicine for the elders. They say the older the pot, the more effective it is, right?" Bo Xin nodded. "Then I won't be polite." Ming Ruyu laughed. "Please, don't be polite." If only Bo Xin had been just as unpolite when accepting her beauty card. The two could chat about the kids' matters at the beauty salon. Both families had two children, so there must be many things to learn from each other. But Bo Xin wasn't interested. She was a doctor with good skin, so she probably didn't like that kind of thing. At home, Ming Ruyu kept everything well organized. When she had nothing to do, her way of distracting herself was to put things in order. Seeing a messy place become tidy made her mood a little better. But only a little. Since there weren't many people in the house, there wasn't much trace of living. Sometimes she would deliberately mess up the room just to clean it again. A psychologist had once said this mindset was unhealthy. But she thought, so what if it's unhealthy? It was her only way to distract herself. Even going to the beauty salon, she mostly slept. She had a special masseuse; when the masseuse massaged her scalp, her consciousness would easily drift into chaos. In that case, not taking the beauty card might be better. They could just talk while awake, which seemed nice too. "You want to send those kids to school?" Bo Xin didn't know much about this. "What's wrong? Is it difficult?" It wasn't that. Ming Ruyu was just surprised. She looked at Bo Xin with sparkling eyes. "I didn't expect you to always come up with these unexpected ideas." Bo Xin hesitated and pressed her lips together. Ming Ruyu was too accommodating to her demands, so she couldn't tell her true opinion. Actually, she was really not an autocratic person. Bo Xin sighed and decided to ask directly. "So... how feasible do you think it is?" "I think it's very feasible. They say those kids might be bullied, but I have great confidence in the students at our school." When the children were brought back, the media reported on their stories. Some worrying comments often appeared. But only the children themselves could walk out of the shadows. They would have to integrate into society sooner or later. It was better to integrate as children than as adults. In this world, no one could truly guarantee their whole lives except themselves. "So, when do you want to do it?" Bo Xin had already decided. "Let's do it in a few days. It's around the time of the midterms." Getting those kids up to speed quickly and having them blend in with the others—this was probably the best time. Ming Ruyu's eyes lit up. Then she felt a bit mischievous about it.