Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 445; Honeymoon phase 4 (p)

She stared at the equation: 3x + 7 = 22.

Her pencil hovered over the paper. X was the mystery number, but she didn’t hesitate. She had learned this before, she just needed to apply it step by step. Subtract 7 from both sides... 22 minus 7 is 15. Divide both sides by 3... 15 divided by 3 is 5.

Minghao wrote the answer neatly: x = 5. She checked it quickly by plugging it back in. Three times five is fifteen, plus seven is twenty-two. Perfect. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

She beamed quietly to herself. Math wasn’t difficult when she focused. It was all just logic, patterns, and a clear process, things she could master.

"Problem six," she murmured, moving on immediately. She worked through each step deliberately, double-checking her work as she went. There were no distractions. No hesitation. Just precision.

With every problem she solved, Minghao felt a quiet surge of satisfaction. She was smart, capable, and in control. She didn’t need to compare herself to anyone, her abilities spoke for themselves.

By the time she finished the set, her notebook was neatly filled with correct solutions, each step carefully written. She leaned back for a moment, satisfied. Focus and patience, that was all it took.

Her phone buzzed on the bed beside her, but she ignored it. There would be time for messages later. Right now, she had work to do.

Her phone buzzed again and she grabbed it eagerly.

Qin Xinyu: Give me 30 minutes to finish this section. Then I’ll come to the study room. Bring your notebook.

Minghao: YAY!!! Thank you Xinyu! You’re the best!

Qin Xinyu: Just make sure you’ve at least STARTED your homework before I get there.

Minghao: I will! Promise!

She looked at her math homework. Five problems done, fifteen more to go. She could finish at least half before Xinyu arrived.

"Qing Qing, Xinyu’s coming to the study room in thirty minutes to work on debate stuff with us, you can compile everything you have already collected so far.

"Sure." Qing Qing gathered her materials efficiently. She was more than thrilled for her first adventure.

Minghao bent over her notebook with fierce determination. She could do this. She WOULD do this.

Problem six: 5y - 3 = 17

Okay. Move the 3 to the other side by adding it. So 17 plus 3 is 20. Then 5y equals 20. Divide both sides by 5. So y equals 4!

Check: 5 times 4 is 20, minus 3 is 17. YES!

She was getting the hang of this!

The next twenty minutes passed in focused concentration. Minghao worked through problem after problem, occasionally asking Qing Qing for help but mostly figuring things out herself.

By the time thirty minutes had passed, she’d completed twelve problems. Not all of them, but more than half. That was progress.

"Okay! Let’s go to the study room!" She gathered her debate notebook, a pink one with stars on it, along with her pencil case and phone.

Qing Qing packed her materials, which she had been preparing, and together they left the bedroom.

The Huo mansion was enormous, with multiple wings and floors. The study room was on the second floor of the main wing, a large, comfortable space with big windows, multiple desks, floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and plush reading chairs. It was designed specifically for the children to do homework and projects together.

When they arrived, Qin Xinyu was already there, setting up his materials at the large central table. He’d brought what looked like a small library’s worth of books and printouts, all organized in neat stacks.

"Wow, that’s a lot of stuff!" Minghao exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Research," Qin Xinyu explained, looking up with a small smile. "We need to be prepared for anything the opposing team might bring up."

Minghao climbed into the chair across from him. Qing Qing settled near them but at her own desk.

"Did you finish your math homework?" Xinyu asked, gentle but firm.

"Twelve out of twenty problems!" Minghao said proudly. "I’ll finish the rest later. Qing Qing helped me in doing some of them."

And before we start, we will be a team of three, me, you, and Qing Qing... She had also been researching the topic...."

"Ooohhh?" Qin Xinyu was surprised.

" Yeah! I bet she will do well." Minghao believed in her to deliver.

"That’s good, we are three now," Qin Xinyu acknowledged, his gaze shifting to Qing Qing with genuine interest. "Welcome to the team."

Qing Qing looked up from organizing her materials, her fingers pausing mid-motion. For a moment, uncertainty flickered across her face, that instinctive hesitation that came from months of learning to hide, to stay invisible, to not draw attention.

But then Minghao reached over and squeezed her hand encouragingly, and something in Qing Qing’s expression steadied.

"Thank you," she said softly in Mandarin, her accent still slightly off but her meaning clear. Then, switching to English with more confidence, "I have been reading about the debate topic. Traditional education versus modern approaches in childhood development.’ She pulled out her neatly organized notes, each page color-coded and labeled. ’I found some interesting perspectives from... from different countries."

Qin Xinyu leaned forward, genuinely impressed by the thoroughness of her preparation. Her handwriting was precise and elegant, the kind taught in royal academies where every stroke mattered. The notes were comprehensive, covering angles he hadn’t even considered yet.

"This is excellent work," he said, and meant it. ’You’ve covered the European perspectives really well. I was focusing more on Asian educational models.’

A faint blush of pride colored Qing Qing’s cheeks. "In Velthara, education was..." She paused, searching for the right words. "Very structured. Very formal. Children of nobility learned protocols, languages, and history all before age seven. But we never learned to... to think for ourselves. Everything was about tradition, about doing things the way they had always been done."

"That’s perfect!" Minghao bounced in her seat excitedly. "That’s a real-life example! You can talk about that during the debate!"

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