Transmigration; A Mother's Redemption and a perfect Wife.-Chapter 475; Honeymoon

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 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 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,vwe will be a team of three, Me, You and Qing Qing... She had also been researching on the topic...."

"Ooohhh?" Qin Xinyu was surprised.

" Yeah! I bet she will do well." Minghao did believe 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, 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!"

"I... I can?" Qing Qing’s eyes widened. "But wouldn’t people ask questions? About where I’m from?"

"We’ll say you were from a private international school," Qin Xinyu interjected smoothly, his mind already working through the logistics. "Many diplomatic families send their children to exclusive academies with very traditional curriculums. It’s not uncommon, and it explains both your background and your... unique perspective." He met her gaze directly. "Your experience is valuable, Qing Qing. It gives our argument authenticity that statistics alone can’t provide."

Minghao nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! And nobody will think it’s weird because our school has students from everywhere! We have kids from twelve different countries!"

Qing Qing absorbed this, her fingers unconsciously tracing the edge of her notebook Minghao gifted her. The idea of speaking publicly, of being seen, still terrified her. But there was also something else stirring inside, a tiny, stubborn flame of determination.

She had survived being betrayed and chased away from her home. Survived the darkness of trafficking. Survived the fear and uncertainty of the orphanage.

Surely she could survive standing on a stage and speaking about something she actually understood.

"Okay," she whispered, then more firmly in Veltharian: "Kael’tharis nor veith." I will be brave.

"What does that mean?" Minghao asked curiously.

"It means... I will try my best," Qing Qing translated, not quite accurately but close enough.

Qin Xinyu pulled out a fresh sheet of paper and drew three columns. "All right, let’s structure this properly. We need to divide the responsibilities based on our strengths." He wrote their names at the top of each column.

"Minghao, you’re best at opening statements and emotional connection with the audience. You have natural charisma, and people respond to you. You should handle the introduction and the parts where we present human impact stories."

Minghao straightened in her chair, a determined expression settling over her young face. "I can do that!"

"Qing Qing," he continued, turning to her, "your strength is in detailed analysis and structured thinking. Your notes show that. You should handle the middle section, presenting the comparative analysis of different educational systems. You can use your own experience as a case study, but frame it academically."

Qing Qing nodded slowly, her anxiety easing slightly under the weight of having a clear, defined role. Structure helped. Structure always helped.

"And I’ll handle the technical data, statistics, and rebuttals," Qin Xinyu finished. "I’ll also close the argument since closing requires synthesizing everything we’ve presented into a cohesive conclusion."

He looked between them. "But the most important thing is that we work as a unit. We support each other. If someone struggles during the debate, the others step in. We’re a team."

"A team," Minghao repeated, her eyes shining. She reached out and placed her small hand in the center of the table. "Team victory!"

Qing Qing hesitated only for a moment before placing her hand on top of Minghao’s. "Team... victory," she echoed uncertainly in Mandarin.

Qin Xinyu smiled and added his hand to the pile. "Team victory."

For a moment, they sat like that, three children from completely different worlds, brought together by circumstance and choice, united in purpose.

Then Minghao giggled, breaking the solemn moment, and they all pulled their hands back.

"Okay!" Qin Xinyu pulled his materials closer. "Let’s start with the basics. The debate topic is: *Childhood Development: Traditional Education vs. Modern Approaches.* We need to decide which side we’re arguing for."

"Which side do you think we should take?" Minghao asked.

"That depends on which position we’re assigned," Qin Xinyu explained. "In competitive debate, you don’t always get to choose. Sometimes you have to argue for the position you personally disagree with. That’s part of the challenge."

Qing Qing’s brow furrowed. "But... isn’t that dishonest? Arguing for something you don’t believe?"

"Not dishonest," Qin Xinyu corrected gently. "It’s intellectual flexibility. The ability to see and articulate multiple perspectives, even ones that aren’t your own. It’s actually one of the most valuable skills debates teach."

"In the palace," Qing Qing said slowly, "we were taught that there was always one correct answer. The traditional way. Questioning it was..." She trailed off, her expression darkening slightly.

"Well, here you can question everything, there’s freedom of speech!" Minghao declared firmly. "That’s what Daddy always says. Question everything, think for yourself, and never be afraid to change your mind if you find better evidence. Challenge everything..." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Qin Xinyu nodded. "Master Huo is right. So, let’s prepare arguments for both sides. That way, no matter which position we’re assigned, we’ll be ready."