Chapter 64: Pink Bubbles Turn into Math Formulas

At the gate of the De’an community, Wen Xia patted Qin Mo’s shoulder, tilting her head with a bright smile. “Husband, your mission is complete. Let me down now.”

Qin Mo didn’t tease her further. If her father saw them, marrying her would become even harder. In his previous life, he only worked on impressing his father-in-law after marriage, but this time, he couldn’t afford to wait.

Just then, Qin Ande and Jiang Yu happened to drive up and saw the two playing around at the gate. They stopped the car, and Jiang Yu called out with a smile, “Xia Xia, Mo Mo.”

Wen Xia quickly let go of Qin Mo, standing obediently as she greeted, “Aunt Qin, Uncle Qin.”

“Come inside and sit for a while,” Jiang Yu said warmly.

Wen Xia waved her hand and smiled sweetly. “Aunt Qin, I need to head home. My dad’s waiting for me.”

Hearing this, Jiang Yu didn’t insist. She got out of the car, opened the trunk, and pulled out two bags of snacks, handing them to Qin Mo. “I wasn’t sure what you like, so I just picked a few things. Your uncle and I will be home the next few days—drop by if you have time.”

“Mom… I mean, Aunt Qin, thank you. Please don’t buy me anything next time—I feel so embarrassed,” Wen Xia said, touching her nose with a bashful look that made her all the more endearing.

Qin Mo’s parents truly treated her well. They never demanded anything from her, nor did they pressure her to conform. Even back when she and Qin Mo had decided to delay having children, his parents had supported their choice, saying it was up to them.

Jiang Yu chuckled lightly. “There’s nothing to feel embarrassed about.”

Qin Mo glanced at his watch. It was five minutes to eight. “Mom, I’ll take Xia Xia home first.”

They made it to Wen Xia’s house at 7:59 p.m., running the last stretch. Wen Xia was out of breath. “Qin Mo, go home now. I’m going in.”

Qin Mo handed her the bags, gave her a quick goodnight kiss, and just as the door opened, he froze under Wen De’s gaze.

“Uncle Wen, I’ve brought Xia Xia back,” Qin Mo said, his heart skipping a beat.

“Mm.”

Wen De opened the door and motioned for Wen Xia to come inside. He glanced at the bags in her hands, then turned to Qin Mo. “Wait a moment.”

He stepped inside and quickly came back out with a bag in his hand. “The mall had a sale.”

Qin Mo immediately understood that his father-in-law had picked this out specifically for him. “Thank you, Dad.”

The word “Dad” slipped out, and the atmosphere froze.

Seeing Qin Mo’s slightly panicked expression, Wen Xia held back her laughter and stepped in to defuse the situation.

“Qin Mo, you should head back now—it’s late. Dad, is there something in there for me?” She grabbed Wen De’s arm and pulled him inside.

During the three-day New Year’s holiday, Pearson Tutoring Center didn’t hold any extra classes. After sleeping in, Wen Xia woke up and worked on two test papers. Around 1 p.m., Qin Mo called and asked her to go see a movie.

Wen De had gone out for work and wasn’t home at the moment.

Wen Xia changed into a fresh outfit, grabbed a small bag, and left for their date.

When Qin Mo saw her carrying a small cloth bag with the words “Top Student” embroidered on it, he chuckled softly. “Wife, putting your hopes on the bag? You’d be better off relying on your husband.”

“Alright, here’s a quick test, straight from your husband. What’s the parametric equation of a circle?”

Still lost in the pink haze of their date, Wen Xia suddenly found herself bombarded by a parametric equation. The pink bubbles burst, replaced by cold, hard math formulas. “…”

She momentarily reconsidered wanting a husband.

“x = a + rcosθ, y = b + rsinθ (θ∈[0,2π)), where (a, b) is the circle’s center, r is the radius, and (x, y) is any point on the circle.”

“And the formula for the area of a sector?”

“S = nπr²/360 = ½ * r * l.”

When they arrived at the cinema, Qin Mo finally stopped his relentless math questions.

After collecting their tickets and buying some popcorn, they found their seats and settled in.

The movie was a coming-of-age story, mostly centered around high school life. About halfway through, Wen Xia noticed the couple sitting beside them kissing. “…”

A live performance turned out to be more entertaining than the movie itself.

When the movie ended, it was just after 3 p.m. Qin Mo noticed a claw machine filled with plush toys and asked, “Wanna try it?”

“It’s rigged; you can’t win,” Wen Xia replied with a shake of her head after glancing at the machine.

Seeing her puff out her cheeks in that adorable way, Qin Mo couldn’t resist poking them gently. He raised a brow and said, “Trust your husband—nothing is impossible.”

He exchanged money for twenty tokens and started playing. The first few attempts failed, but he gradually got the hang of it. He turned to Wen Xia with a confident smirk and asked, “Which one do you want?”

Although she didn’t believe he could win, Wen Xia humored him by pointing to a gray bear. “That one looks nice.”

Qin Mo inserted a coin and started operating the claw. The claw, which had previously kept dropping the prizes, finally held steady, and the gray bear fell into the prize chute.

Wen Xia gasped in disbelief. “Wow, you’re amazing, Husband!”

Her look of admiration filled Qin Mo with pride. He bent down, picked up the plushie, handed it to her, and pulled her into his arms. “Come on, let me teach you.”

The two of them got engrossed in the game, completely unaware that Wen De was standing behind them.

Wen De frowned at their intimate posture, his expression serious. He strode over and said sternly, “Xia Xia, come home with me.”

The sudden voice startled both Wen Xia and Qin Mo, making them look like teenagers caught dating in secret.

Wen Xia: “…”

Qin Mo: “…”

Qin Mo quickly let go of Wen Xia, his demeanor respectful but uneasy. Sensing the tension in Wen De’s stern expression, he greeted, “Good evening, Uncle Wen.”

Wen Xia glanced at Qin Mo, then obediently followed Wen De, carrying an armful of plush toys.

For the next two days, Wen De stayed home, so Wen Xia remained at home as well, focusing on her homework and studying. Needless to say, she didn’t meet Qin Mo again during that time.

After New Year’s, the countdown to final exams began.

Determined to secure the top spot in her grade, Wen Xia devoted herself to solving math problems, barely leaving her desk except for bathroom breaks.

Her teacher, Cao Jun, noticed her diligence and felt both proud and concerned. Worried that she might be overworking herself, he called her into his office for a chat.

“How are you feeling about your studies recently?”

Wen Xia nodded lightly. “Not bad.”

Cao Jun maintained a relaxed tone, aiming to make her comfortable. “Don’t just focus on studying all the time. Take some breaks and hang out with your classmates occasionally to relax.”

He couldn’t help but recall a past incident where a student had pushed themselves too hard and suffered a mental breakdown.

As teachers, they hoped their students would excel academically but also worried about them taking on too much stress.

Remembering something, he opened his desk drawer and took out a pack of candies, handing it to her. “These were from Teacher Zhao yesterday. Take them and have a treat.”

Wen Xia reached out and accepted them with a small smile. “Thank you, Teacher Cao.”

Cao Jun smiled back and waved it off. “No need to thank me. By the way, didn’t your cousin recently win another physics competition?”

“Yes, he did,” Wen Xia replied, her voice tinged with pride.

“Your cousin is impressive. Even as a senior in high school, he’s maintaining such strong performance. It looks like he’s on track for a university recommendation.”

At this point, a thought struck Cao Jun, and he chuckled as he added, “Have you ever thought about attending the same school as your cousin? About two weeks ago, the school announced that the top scorer in this semester’s finals would get the chance to study temporarily at No.1 Middle School next term.”

He’d almost forgotten that Wen Xia was only ten points behind the current first-place student.

If Wen Xia made it to No.1 Middle School, it would reflect well on him as her homeroom teacher—and who knew, he might even guide a student to a prestigious university.

Wen Xia blinked, momentarily stunned. “Teacher Cao, isn’t that for seniors?”

“Seniors are primarily focused on reviewing for exams. The school figured it might be hard for them to catch up with No.1 Middle School’s pace, so they decided to let top students from other grades spend half a term there early to get used to their teaching style.”

Not wanting to put too much pressure on her, Cao Jun added jokingly, “Don’t stress over it. I’m just mentioning it. There’s no obligation for you to take first place. Besides, No.2 Middle School isn’t bad either, and I can still help you get into a good university.”

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