She felt so worried. If Shaocheng wasn’t chosen as the chairman, would her son have to be handed over to someone else for training?

Chenxing had already learned from the information that Sheng Sheng would receive a tailor-made training plan, and all his teachers would be the best, whether in mathematics, physics, fencing, or horseback riding. He would enjoy the best resources. Shouldn’t this be a good thing?

But there were many precedents in the data. The children who received the best training grew up to be very successful, of course, but what they did were truly devilish acts, like returning home only to seize power with the coldest methods. They were genuinely cold-hearted children.

Chenxing was torn apart by this. She would rather Sheng Sheng be an ordinary child than a cold-hearted one.

Sheng Sheng’s nature was already like Shaocheng’s. What if he were further molded into a cold-blooded genius by others? What if he didn’t recognize her anymore? What if he came home only to seize power and kill his father and brothers?

The mere thought was terrifying.

After going through the stack of thick data, she was less worried about Sheng Sheng’s situation but more worried about Zun Zun and Shaocheng’s future.

At night, she even had a dream.

In the dream, Sheng Sheng’s first act after returning eighteen years later was to force Shaocheng to step down, sending Zun Zun to some island to fend for himself, while he took control of the Gu Family, not even recognizing her as his mother, instead blaming her and Shaocheng for sending him away so young, making him miss out on familial warmth.

He even said, "Since I never experienced familial love, don’t expect me to give it back to you. Calling you Dad and Mom is already being generous!"

Then he pointed a gun at Shaocheng’s forehead, without blinking an eye, saying, "Here’s your filial piety."

Followed by a bang—

"Ah!"

In the dead of night, Chenxing woke up in a cold sweat, suddenly sitting up.

"Mommy..." Zun Zun was groggily awakened.

Chenxing was still trapped in the nightmare, looking at Zun Zun in the soft dim light, she hugged him tightly: "Sheng Sheng no, no Sheng Sheng, don’t be like this, Mommy and Daddy didn’t mean to not want you, don’t, don’t..."

Zun Zun, squeezed to the point of breathlessness, spoke in a muffled childlike voice: "Mommy, I’m Zun Zun, not Sheng Sheng, what’s wrong with you?"

Chenxing immediately paused: "Zun Zun?"

Zun Zun nodded sleepily, rubbing his eyes: "Did Mommy have a nightmare?"

Then he wrapped his little arms around Chenxing, comforting her like she would comfort him: "Mommy, don’t be scared. Nightmares aren’t real, okay? What did Mommy dream of? Daddy says that nightmares are the opposite of reality."

"Zun Zun?"

"Mommy, I’m Zun Zun, look at my hair," Zun Zun crawled to the side of the bed to turn on the light, then pointed at his own hair: "Mommy, look at my hair, Zun Zun’s hair is brown, Sheng Sheng’s hair is black, did Mommy figure it out?"

"Right, your hair is black, Sheng Sheng’s hair is brown. You’re not Sheng Sheng, you’re Zun Zun." Chenxing muttered as if talking to herself, her eyes darting around, and there was still cold sweat on her forehead.

Zun Zun stood up, his small hands wiping the sweat off Chenxing’s forehead, patiently comforting her: "Mommy don’t be scared, Sheng Sheng will be back soon. Mommy, I’ll call Sheng Sheng to chat with you, okay?"