Raising a Son For Old Age

Fu Xin didn't think it was a problem. Anyway, she wasn't from this world. In the end, Fu Xin, who was really free, took the lead and started printing. She didn't expect it to be quite successful. She could not help but call her son over. "Little Xinyuan, come and take a look."

Jiang Xinyuan put down the xun and came to his mother's side. He saw the printed words. "Mom, you're amazing. It's so beautiful."

"It's all because your handwriting is good." Fu Xin felt that most of the credit here belonged to Jiang Xinyuan.

"No!" Jiang Xinyuan was humble.

"When we go back, I'll find you a calligraphy teacher. Learn calligraphy well. If our family goes bankrupt in the future, you can still go out and write couplets for others to earn money."

This time, Fu Xin didn't talk about the divorce anymore. Instead, she jinxed it and said that her family would go bankrupt.