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At the Su family home, Gu Zi brought two children into the house. Su Li stood there with his head bowed, his small face looking guilty.

Noticing his crestfallen expression, Gu Zi pulled out a creamy White Rabbit candy and handed it to him. “What’s this? Is our little Su Li upset about something?”

Su Li, unable to keep things bottled up, immediately confessed, “Mom, do you think it’s our fault Xu Sheng got scolded by his mom?”

He had been feeling terribly guilty. It was his idea to have Xu Sheng teach them chess, and because of that, Xu Sheng had lost track of time and ended up getting reprimanded when his mother found out. Su Li was sure he’d messed up again.

Gu Zi crouched down and ruffled his hair. “How could that be your fault? Don’t think like that, sweetheart. But I’m curious—didn’t you and Xu Sheng not used to play together? Why the sudden chess game today?”

Before Su Li could answer, Gao Ming piped up. “Auntie, Xu Sheng came over to thank Su Li. It was his idea, not ours. And you know what? I don’t think he’s so bad after all. We just didn’t really understand him before. Honestly, he’s kind of pitiful.”

Su Li nodded eagerly. “Exactly! That’s all it was, Mom. I don’t understand why Auntie Huang Fei got so angry about it.”

Gu Zi paused, unsure of how to explain the complexities of the situation to them. Finally, she said, “Don’t think too much about it. If you really want to help Xu Sheng, then just be his friend quietly, without anyone knowing. That boy… he really needs friends.”

Su Li took his mother’s words to heart.

The next morning, as he nibbled on an egg tart during breakfast, Su Li made a decision. He deliberately saved two tarts, carefully wrapping them in a napkin before slipping them into his school bag.

Once he arrived at school, he headed straight for the entrance of the Little Genius Training Class—Xu Sheng’s classroom—and waited for him.

Initially, he’d thought about waiting for Xu Sheng at the school gate, but the fear of running into Huang Fei made him change his mind. So there he was, standing nervously by the classroom door, and before long, Xu Sheng appeared.

Su Li darted forward, quickly shoved the two egg tarts into Xu Sheng’s hands, and then bolted down the hallway like a startled rabbit.

Xu Sheng blinked, stunned, as the still-warm egg tarts sat in his palms. A small slip of paper peeked out from between them. Curious, he unfolded it.

“Sorry for getting you scolded yesterday. Here, these egg tarts are for you!”

Xu Sheng glanced down the corridor where Su Li had disappeared, but the boy was long gone. His gaze dropped back to the tarts in his hands, their rich, buttery aroma wafting up and making his mouth water.

These smelled different—better—than any egg tarts he’d ever had before. These were special. These were from Su Li.

His cheeks flushed pink as he looked around nervously, tucking the egg tarts into his bag when he noticed classmates approaching. Once he reached his seat, he hunched over, carefully nibbling on the treat.

The creamy, custard filling melted in his mouth. So good!

Meanwhile, Su Bing, who was also in the Little Genius Class, noticed Xu Sheng’s unusual behavior as soon as he walked in. It wasn’t that he paid much attention to the boy ordinarily, but this morning, he had seen his younger brother sneak two egg tarts into his bag, acting suspiciously.

And now, those very tarts were in Xu Sheng’s hands. The familiar, mouthwatering scent of their mother’s homemade tarts lingered in the air.

Su Bing’s sharp eyes took it all in—the way Xu Sheng hunched over, protectively cradling the tarts, eating in tiny, cautious bites. The guilty expression on his face was a mirror image of how Su Li had looked earlier that morning when he’d smuggled the treats into his bag.

For some reason, Su Bing couldn’t help but feel that Xu Sheng and Su Li were… oddly alike.

Back at home, Gu Zi had finished her study session and was now heading out the door with a stack of cash in hand. Unlike most women her age, she already had her own bank account, complete with a savings passbook.@@novelbin@@

After months of working at the newspaper, she’d accumulated a decent salary. Adding that to the money from her dowry and the repayment from Lin Miao, her little “treasure trove” now exceeded ten thousand yuan.

Gu Zi felt no guilt about keeping her finances separate. She had a strict policy: her money stayed hers, and Su Shen’s money stayed his. She had no intention of letting her husband know about her private stash.

It wasn’t about trust—it was about security. After all, no matter how close you were to someone, it was always wise to keep a few secrets.

She wasn’t worried in the slightest. On the contrary, she felt triumphant.

Strolling down the street, she couldn’t help but grin. At such a young age, she had already achieved financial independence. In a time when the economy wasn’t exactly booming, this felt like nothing short of a personal victory. Life was good.