C13 Perceptual Number

After Lee Yue left, Ji Xinqing was still silently recalling her words.

After bidding farewell to Yang Qi, Ji Xinqing returned to the Meng Clan.

It was already evening. The sky was slightly dark.

Walking into the courtyard, Ji Xinqing saw Meng Lanshan alone, squatting under a big tree, constantly drawing on the ground.

Ji Xinqing walked over with a smile, squatted and asked, "Lanshan, what are you writing?"

His gaze fell onto the ground.

Ji Xinqing saw a string of numbers.

Surprised, she asked again, "Lanshan, did you write this?"

Lanshan was no more than four years old, and had never had any access to pre-school enlightenment.

Then how did she know how to count?

However, Meng Lanshan didn't answer.

Ji Xinqing looked at the numbers on the floor again.

It was crooked, not like an adult's handwriting.

Then this is …

Ji Xinqing looked at Meng Lanshan in shock.

At this moment, Meng Lanshan's gaze was focused. Although her expression was somewhat wooden, she still stubbornly picked up a small stick and wrote down a string of numbers.

Ji Xinqing remembered Lee Yue's words and didn't disturb her. She just stood to the side silently, watching.

The number looked familiar. The more Ji Xinqing looked at it, the more she felt like she had seen it somewhere before.

When Meng Lanshan wrote down the numbers again, Ji Xinqing suddenly recalled that this was clearly the same number she had written down a few days ago when she had cleared her treasury!

That day, Lanshan was still holding onto that piece of paper and seriously reading it for a long time. At that time, she hadn't noticed it, but she didn't expect that Lanshan would actually remember that string of numbers.

Could it be that this was the special intelligence that Lee Yue had mentioned?

Ji Xinqing didn't dare to make any wild guesses and looked at the other numbers written by Meng Lanshan.

She also saw a series of numbers.

11, but very unfamiliar.

Ji Xinqing did not remember that she had written these 11 numbers. She only thought Meng Lanshan looked at them from somewhere else.

However, this major discovery made Ji Xinqing a bit excited.

Could it be that her Lanshan was very sensitive to numbers?

Ji Xinqing did not leave. She accompanied Meng Lanshan the entire time, squatting under a big tree.

Soon the butler came to greet them for dinner.

Only then did Ji Xinqing carry Meng Lanshan into the living room.

Not long after, Meng Qingrong also went downstairs.

Looking at the empty seat beside Ji Xinqing, he frowned and asked, "Sofia, why isn't Qin Yue back yet?"

As soon as Meng Qinyue was mentioned, the displeasure that Ji Xinqing had been trying her best to forget returned to her mind.

Invoice, Jewelry, Woman...

Her expression became unnatural for a moment as she looked at Meng Lanshan beside her. She still tried to smile and replied, "Dad, Qin Yue said that the company has urgent matters to attend to, he is still working overtime."

Meng Qingrong's face sank, "What is he busy with? Why can't I remember if there's an emergency at the company? "

Ji Xinqing was still smiling. "Dad, it's not like you don't know Qin Yue's personality. He's a workaholic."

Wang Jianfen snickered on the side, "Ji Xinqing, how did you become a wife? "Do you really think that our Qin Yue is a money-spinner? Let me tell you, if anything happens to his body, I'll make it so that you won't be able to eat anymore!"

Ji Xinqing clenched her chopsticks tightly, not saying a word.

At this moment, Meng Qinyu also said, "Sister-in-law, I want to talk about you too. I didn't marry you to serve you as a Bodhisattva since you don't have to work, so you might as well stay at home and do housework. But you actually gave it all to the housekeeper.

Meng Qinggrong glanced at him, "Well, what's the use of saying all this?" "To eat."

Only then did Meng Qinyu shut her mouth in dissatisfaction.

After a few bites, Meng Qingrong stopped and looked at Ji Xinqing. "By the way, Xinqing, I asked the housekeeper to let you know about Dr. Zhang. Did you and Qin Yue check this afternoon?"

"Dad, don't worry. Qin Yue and I are going." Ji Xinqing pulled out two reports from her bag and handed them to Meng Qingrong. "Dad, you see, Qin Yue and I have our reports here."

Meng Qingrong took it and read it.

It was the same result, all the results were normal.

However … Meng Qingrong glanced at Ji Xinqing, who was eating with her head lowered.

Why was there no movement from her stomach?

Could it be …

Meng Qingrong put down his chopsticks and said, "Xinqing, did something happen between you and Qin Yue? I don't think Qin Yue has had much to eat at home recently. "

Ji Xinqing went silent for a moment before replying with a smile, "Dad, it's nothing. He said the company had a few big orders recently, and they were always eaten at the company. "

Her smile looked forced.

Meng Qinggrong didn't inquire any further. She just instructed the butler to call Meng Qinyue and ask him to come back early.

Ji Xinqing's mother-in-law and sister-in-law did not cause any more trouble. After a meal, Ji Xinqing ate in peace.

After dinner, Ji Xinqing brought Meng Lanshan back to her bedroom.

She pulled two sheets of white paper from the drawer.

Then, Ji Xinqing wrote a long string of random numbers on a piece of white paper.

Ji Xinqing placed the white paper in front of Meng Lanshan.

Sure enough, Meng Lanshan was interested in the numbers on it. She took the paper and started reading it seriously.

After about ten minutes, Ji Xinqing took out another piece of white paper. She smiled and said to Meng Lanshan, "Lanshan, can you do me a favor? I forgot what I wrote earlier. Can you help me write it down?"

Meng Lanshan stared at the paper in her hand without saying a word.

Just as Ji Xinqing felt disappointed, Meng Lanshan suddenly took the piece of paper.

Ji Xinqing happily handed the pen to her, she patiently explained, "Lanshan, this is a pen, it's more useful than your stick just now."

Meng Lanshan was lying on her stomach on the edge of the bed.

Her hand was small, and she was struggling to hold the pen.

However, looking at the crooked seven or eight digits that she wrote down, Ji Xinqing picked up the piece of paper and compared it with the previous one, only to find that it was exactly the same!

Ji Xinqing's heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, Meng Lanshan had also finished writing down the numbers. She passed the white paper back to Ji Xinqing with an expressionless face.

Ji Xinqing received it with a smile and then bent down to kiss her forehead. "Lanshan is awesome."

Ji Xinqing carried Meng Lanshan back to her room.

Seated at the head of the bed, Ji Xinqing wrote down one to ten numbers.

Meng Lanshan lay on the bed, looking at her without saying a word.

Ji Xinqing smiled, then held the paper in front of her eyes and said patiently, "Lanshan, mom will teach you how to count, okay? Look, don't you think they are very familiar? You've seen them many times today. "

"This is Number One," Ji Xinqing pointed.

Meng Lanshan didn't say a word, but stared fixedly at the number she was pointing to.

Ji Xinqing knew that she had taken her words to heart, so she went on.

After teaching her ten numbers, Ji Xinqing suddenly pointed to her lips and said word by word, "Lanshan, I'm Mom — Mom — Mom —"

However, Meng Lanshan still didn't have the slightest reaction.

This was a child born of Ji Xinqing after suffering so much. Why didn't she look forward to it?

However, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

Ji Xinqing kept the gloom from her eyes and kissed Meng Lanshan on the forehead before returning to her bedroom.