I was reborn after my cousin stole my life.

Chapter 254: Admitting Mistakes

Zhizhi nodded obediently, "I know, Dad. You know, Mom picked my brother and me up from school today. Will Mom work at the hospital from now on? Does that mean she can pick my brother and me up from school every day?"

"Mom is currently doing her internship at a hospital, which is close by, so I have time to pick you and your brother up. However, the hospital is sometimes very busy, and Mom doesn't have time every day. Most of the time, Grandma Zhao has to pick you up."

"Zhizhi knows! Zhizhi is an obedient and good child!" Zhizhi tilted her chin up and happily swung her little feet in her father's arms.

Jiang Zhou: "Not wearing shoes again? Go put your shoes on right now, Qiao Qiao."

Qiaoqiao glanced at her father and quickly went to the entrance to put on her shoes.

"Get up half an hour earlier tomorrow morning and go for a run with me."

Qiaoqiao wore a pained expression, not daring to argue with her father, and could only pin her hopes on her younger sister, "What about my sister? Isn't she running away?"

Zhizhi stomped her feet: "Brother!"

"Run, why don't you run? If you're going to run, both of you run." Yuan Xiu came downstairs. After working at the hospital all day, she went upstairs to change her clothes.

"Daddy." Zhizhi hugged her father's leg, looking up at him with a pitiful expression.

Jiang Zhou looked at his wife, "How about..."

"No way! If you're going to make arrangements, then make arrangements for all of them. Otherwise, don't make arrangements for any of them. If they volunteer, then never mind what I said."

Qiaoqiao quickly shook her head: "Not voluntary!"

Mom, help!

Jiang Zhou: "Then how about we run two days a week from now on?...Zhizhi too."

Zhizhi loosened her grip on her father's leg, pouted, and went back to the coffee table to continue eating dried fish and watching cartoons.

Jiang Zhou: "..."

Yuan Xiu had no intention of letting them off the hook. After dinner, she began to criticize and educate them.

"You dare stand on those stacked stools? What if you accidentally fall? What if you hit the windowsill and get hurt? Do you know how serious the consequences could be!"

Qiaoqiao glanced guiltily at her father, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her clothes. "No, I'm not hurt."

"You're lucky you didn't get hurt. Do you think it's always like this? And what about scribbling in the classroom? Zhizhi, you come here too."

Zhizhi dawdled over and stood next to Qiaoqiao.

Why scribble and draw in the classroom?

Zhizhi's eyes reddened, her little mouth was tightly pursed, and she didn't say a word.

"If you want to draw, draw in your own notebook. But the classroom belongs to everyone. It's public property, not your drawing paper. How can you scribble on it? It's so hard for the teacher to clean it up."

Qiaoqiao looked up. "We cleaned it up."

"Didn't the teachers and classmates help?"

"I helped."

"That's right. So tell me, isn't this adding to the burden on teachers and students?"

Zhizhi muttered softly, "I... I only drew it twice..."

"A few strokes are just random scribbles."

Yuan Xiu squatted down: "You can't waste things that don't belong to you, and you can't mess up places that others have worked hard to tidy up. It's not bad to make mistakes, what's bad is not knowing how to repent and still thinking you're not wrong."

Zhizhi burst into tears, "Mommy, I was wrong, I'll never scribble again..."

Jiang Zhou felt extremely sorry for Zhizhi and picked her up in his arms. "It's good that you know you were wrong. We won't draw next time, okay? Zhizhi loves to draw, so Daddy will buy you and your brother some art supplies. You and your brother can each get a set, okay?"

Zhizhi nodded, looking aggrieved.

Qiaoqiao nestled into her mother's arms. "Mom, I was wrong too. Tomorrow I'll apologize to my teacher and classmates. I'll be good! I'll never stand on those stacked stools again."

Yuan Xiu held the child in her arms, "It's good that you know how to behave."

It's always the same: when someone tries to educate them, one person cries pitifully, while the other readily admits their mistake, only to repeat the same mistake next time.

When she was an infant, Qiaoqiao was the one who cried a lot; now, Zhizhi has become a crybaby.

These two little ones know how to manipulate their own parents.

The package Jiang Zhou brought back hadn't been opened yet, and the brother and sister squatted on the ground watching as the package was unpacked.

"Did Grandma send it?"

"Definitely."

"Grandma will definitely send me a little dress."

"Grandma must have sent me toys too."

"And there's delicious food too!"

"Will there be chocolate?"

The brother and sister started discussing it back and forth, having long forgotten about what had just happened.

Jiang Zhou opened the package and took things out one by one.

"Wow! It's a doll! It's the doll from TV!" Zhizhi picked up a little doll wearing a dress and with golden curly hair and showed it to Yuan Xiu. "Mommy, look! Her eyes are blue!"

"Mom saw it, and it's a foreign baby."

"Hehe!" Zhizhi hugged the little doll and laughed. "I want to play with Sister Xuanxuan and braid the doll's hair."

Qiaoqiao was dragging a red matchbox toy car around on the ground, imitating the sound of a car starting up.

Yuan Xiu had never seen these toys in the mall before, and they are currently very difficult to buy on the market.

Ms. An Hui is fluent in English. Some time ago, her company arranged for her to go abroad to exchange ideas with other people. These are all the things she brought back from abroad.

Jiang Zhou picked up a bottle of perfume with English letters printed on it. "This is yours."

Jiang Zhou's gift was a pair of sunglasses.

Jiangzhou gave it a try.

"Wow! Daddy looks so good!" Zhizhi praised without reservation.

Yuan Xiu smiled and nodded, "It's indeed very good. It's different from the aviator sunglasses they brought back from the south. It looks different."

Jiang Zhou wasn't used to it and took it off after wearing it for a while. "When would I ever have a chance to wear this? I'd just buy it and leave it at home to collect dust."

Qiaoqiao went up to his dad and said, "Let me wear it, I'll wear it when I grow up."

Jiang Zhou: "Okay, I'll give it to you when you grow up."

Qiaoqiao was so happy she jumped up and down.

Yuan Xiu found it amusing, thinking, "When you grow up, you won't even look at me anymore."

Ms. An Hui also bought a gift for Aunt Zhao, a silk scarf with a unique pattern that looked like a foreign product.

Besides these things, they also sent plenty of food and clothing, including the little dress that Zhizhi had been asking for, the chocolate that Qiaoqiao wanted, and a pair of jeans.

Jiang Zhou picked it up and looked at it. "It's yours."

He handed the jeans to Yuan Xiu.

Yuan Xiu took it and saw that it was exactly the same as the jeans that the young man she met this morning was selling.

It seems they bought it from those people who trade goods in the south.

"Do you know how much these jeans cost here?" Yuan Xiu asked Jiang Zhou.

"How much?" Jiangzhou didn't know.

In terms of fabric alone, this material is no different from denim; it's durable and inexpensive.

Thirty-five.

"What? Thirty-five?" Aunt Zhao couldn't believe her ears. "Are these pants made of gold? They're so expensive!"

Jiang Zhou wasn't very surprised. "These pants probably only cost a few dollars a pair in the south. No wonder so many unemployed young people are flocking to the special economic zone."