A reborn woman abducts her husband: after emptying his pockets, she marries a military officer.

Chapter 184 The Three Treasures are 8 Years Old

Qin Yingxue loved all three children.

When he was a child, Qing was the thinnest and weakest, so we paid more attention to him.

Despite careful nurturing, Xiao Qing remained the thinnest of the three, and her quiet nature made her Qin Yingxue's biggest worry.

Although Song Shiyao was more intelligent than his older brother, he was the one who couldn't sit still the most when it came to reading and writing. Whenever Xiao Wu taught them fist techniques, palm techniques, and sword techniques, he was usually the most energetic, had the best stamina, and was extremely patient among the three brothers.

Although the eldest brother lacks Song Shiyao's stamina and talent, he will still grit his teeth and persevere.

Song Shiqing was the weakest physically and was the first of the three treasures to give up...

After Sanbao turned eight, the differences between the three became more and more obvious.

Besides learning basic knowledge, Song Shiyan was very interested in medicine. Xiao Wu gave him individual lessons on human anatomy and the like.

The second son, Song Shiyao, was most interested in learning various martial arts. Fist, palm, and leg techniques were no longer enough for him, so the fifth son began teaching him various ancient martial arts. Another hobby of Song Shiyao was various dances, including ballet, folk dance, and street dance.

In his words, he likes the feeling of controlling his body to strike the most perfect pose.

As for Song Shiqing...

Even Qin Yingxue couldn't help but feel proud when she talked about her youngest son.

Aside from physical fitness, this child has dabbled in various other areas.

Because of his photographic memory, he can remember everything he has seen, and he doesn't need to spend much time learning to achieve results ten or even a hundred times better than others.

So far, Qin Yingxue only knows that he has achieved great success in music, chess, calligraphy and painting. When he was three years old, his painting "Shadow" was taken to an exhibition hall and appreciated by many great figures at home and abroad. It was even sold for a high price of 10,000.

When he was four years old, Qin Yingxue saw him looking at an intricate design drawing. A week later, he had turned the family's black and white television into a color one, and the picture quality was clear...

Seeing her son's interest in this area, Qin Yingxue recalled the manuscripts and drawings she had found on the cruise ship.

After paying the mall to have the documents and drawings specially treated to ensure they wouldn't oxidize upon contact with oxygen, Qin Yingxue handed them over to Song Shiqing.

Song Shiqing didn't ask any questions. After looking at the manuscripts for a while, he returned them to Qin Yingxue: "Mom, if you don't want to be infamous, you should hand them over!"

Qin Yingxue knew these things were special, but she hadn't dealt with them yet.

Upon hearing her son's words, Qin Yingxue immediately instructed Xiao Wu to dispose of the goods that very night.

A few days later, newspapers and television reported that an overseas Chinese had returned to China after years of enduring humiliation and hardship, bringing back high-yield crop experimental data from the United States...

As for the large stack of drawings, not a single word was mentioned in the report.

Qin Yingxue guessed that it might be a confidential document, known only to a few people at the top.

Now that she had passed on this hot potato, Qin Yingxue had nothing to worry about.

Then, seeing her eight-year-old son engrossed in reading a book, Qin Yingxue tentatively asked, "Son, have you read all the manuscripts Mom gave you?"

Song Shiqing rarely looked up at Qin Yingxue, then slowly said, "I saw it."

"So, have you memorized them all?" Qin Yingxue continued to ask.

"No," Song Shiqing said casually.

But Qin Yingxue knew that whatever Song Shiqing said he had seen, it was probably already in his head.

"Aren't you curious where your mother got those documents?" Qin Yingxue asked, her heart stirred as she looked at Song Shiqing's nonchalant demeanor.

Song Shiqing looked up at Qin Yingxue with bright eyes, her voice noticeably lighter: "Is Mom planning to tell me about Xiao Wu's background?"

"So that's what you wanted to know!" This was the first time Qin Yingxue had seen Song Shiqing interested in someone. Curious, she reached out and ruffled his hair. Looking at his handsome, almost devilishly beautiful face, she couldn't help but lean down and kiss his cheek.

As Song Shiqing's cheeks slowly flushed red, Qin Yingxue shook her head with a smile: "No! I can't tell you Xiao Wu's identity yet!"

Disappointment appeared on Song Shiqing's face, and then she blushed and focused her attention on the book in her hands.

Qin Yingxue was ignored by Song Shiqing and sighed silently: "Take a break from work. Don't stare at the book for too long. Give your eyes a rest."

"Okay, Mom," Song Shiqing replied, but her eyes remained fixed on the book.

Qin Yingxue knew she couldn't persuade him, so she could only shake her head and go to the kitchen to stew pigeon soup.

"Mom, do you have any ice water? It's so hot!" Song Shiyao ran back from outside, his face flushed red from the sun, covered in sweat.

"Why are you drinking ice water? Your grandma just cooled down some boiled water. Song Shiyao, if I find out you've been disobedient and drunk ice water and gotten a stomachache, I'll spank you until your bottom is bruised and battered." Qin Yingxue casually flicked Song Shiyao's forehead, her face full of threat.

"Mom..." Song Shiyao was thick-skinned and not afraid of Qin Yingxue's sharp tongue, but he was most afraid of being scolded.

The trauma from his childhood remains, becoming his greatest fear.

Seeing that Song Shiyao had drunk a large glass of cold water in one gulp, Qin Yingxue wrung out a wet towel and wiped his face.

The usually hot-tempered Song Shiyao was unusually quiet, even squinting as Qin Yingxue wiped his neck.

"Your hands are filthy! Did you play with coal again? Song Shiyao, how many times have I told you, if you get your clothes dirty again, you wash them yourself..."

Qin Yingxue was furious when she saw his dark little hands.

"Mom, I was helping Grandma Liu move the coal briquettes. Grandma Liu is old, and she hurt her back a couple of days ago, so I was helping her," Song Shiyao quickly explained. "If you don't believe me, you can ask my older brother."

Qin Yingxue looked up and saw Song Shiyan, who had just returned from outside. His hands and clothes were also black, so she believed him: "It's a good thing to help others. You guys are too dirty. You should go take a shower and change your clothes."

Song Shiyan was about to come in to wash his hands, but after hearing Qin Yingxue's words, he nodded and turned to go to his room to get his clothes.

"Mom, where's Grandma? What are we having for dinner tonight? I'm starving..." Song Shiyao asked expectantly while wiping his hands.

"Your grandma hasn't come back from the private plot yet! Have an apple to tide you over, we still have an hour until dinner." Qin Yingxue poured out the blackened water from washing the apple, while Song Shiyao had already eaten half of it.

"Wait until your older brother finishes showering before you go take a shower, and don't get it dirty again," Qin Yingxue reminded her again, still worried.

"Okay." Song Shiyao saw Song Shiqing reading a book, his eyes darted around, and he ran over, boldly putting his hand on Song Shiqing's shoulder. He lowered his voice and said, "Little brother, I'm going to have a fight with Datou tonight to decide who's the boss. You'll be my witness. Datou and his gang only know how to cheat..."

"I'm not going." Song Shiqing looked up at Song Shiyao. "Take your hand away."