Chen An'an’s Learning Problem

Chen An'an could no longer play around as she pleased.

She obediently followed Bai Xin into her two-story children's room.

The room was beautifully decorated and quite spacious.

Bai Xin believed that when children disliked studying, there was always a reason. Back when she consistently ranked first in her class, it was because she wanted to be first.

But Uncle Chen's daughter was different—she didn't seem to grasp the importance of studying at all. In fact, she didn't even have the desire to learn.

If this mindset wasn't changed at its core, no amount of good teaching would help.

After all, a great teacher's real strength lay in inspiring a student's desire to learn.

Only by doing so could students naturally become self-motivated.

If even that couldn't be achieved, then those who were already excelling would continue excelling, while those who struggled would always struggle.

And this, unfortunately, was the reality of education in their country.

Bai Xin decided to start with a psychological approach.

"An'an, can you tell me what your dream is when you grow up?"

Chen An'an was puzzled.

Wasn't the teacher supposed to help her with homework?

Why was she asking this instead?

Still, she answered honestly, "I want to be a scientist when I grow up."

"And why do you want to be a scientist?"

"The teacher said scientists are amazing."

Ah, so it was something her teacher said—meaning it wasn't her own dream.

At six years old, children's minds were incredibly fickle. If a child could truly hold on to a dream from this age until adulthood, they were bound to accomplish great things.

Just like Bai Xin herself—a true academic prodigy.

"An'an, to become a scientist, you need really good grades."

Bai Xin spoke in a guiding tone.

Chen An'an let out a small "oh" and immediately looked discouraged.

Becoming a scientist was out of the question now.

Maybe… she could just be a foodie instead?

"Teacher Bai, my dad always says that if I don't work hard, I'll end up as a landlady. Is being a landlady a scary job?"

Scary? Give it to me instead! Let's trade!

Bai Xin felt her breath catch.

Sure enough, Uncle Chen's daughter was immune to traditional motivational tactics.

Even if she performed poorly in life, she'd still end up in Rome.

A landlady's life? Wasn't it just sitting around all day, occasionally sending a message in a group chat?

Hey you, rent's due today.

Hey you, if you don't pay up, I'll kick you out.

What a dull life.

But I'd gladly take it!

Bai Xin cleared her throat and quickly adjusted her approach.

"Being a landlady is actually really exhausting. It's even harder than being a scientist."

Chen An'an blinked. "So does that mean I need even better grades?"

"Nope. As long as you have hands, you're good to go."

Alright, time to just teach her homework.

Any more of this conversation, and Bai Xin feared she'd lose her will to live.

Bai Xin was usually optimistic and humorous in her teaching, which was why Chen An'an enjoyed her classes.

But when it came to talking about things outside of lessons, it was a disaster.

The biggest problem with Uncle Chen's daughter was that she didn't understand why studying mattered.

And honestly, Bai Xin struggled to explain it to her.

She couldn't exactly say, "Look at me! I studied hard and became a top student. Now I make millions a year!"

If she said that, An'an would just look at her blankly.

Millions? Is that even a lot?

My family owns multiple houses worth tens of millions each.

It'd be awkward.

Most people grew up being told: Study hard, so you can be successful in the future.

But Bai Xin was starting to question—what did "success" even mean for someone born into a family like Uncle Chen's?

Even if An'an did absolutely nothing, her family would still hand her property after property as she grew up.

As long as she didn't start a business, gamble, or get into certain bad habits, she'd never run out of money.

So what did "success" even mean to her?

If she was overly ambitious, she'd probably want to start a business.

And if second-generation rich kids started businesses, the outcome was usually disastrous.

No matter how big a family's company was, handing it over to someone who had never experienced real hardships meant that everything they did would be nothing more than castles in the air.

Their understanding of the world would always be foggy, like looking at a flower through mist.

The success rate? Less than one percent.

At that point, wouldn't it be better to just enjoy life peacefully?

Bai Xin decided she needed to talk to Uncle Chen about this.

She also wanted to clear up some of her own doubts.

After all, as an actress, what was the most important skill?

Acting.

And real acting wasn't just about putting on expressions.

It was about understanding a character's psychological logic.

Only with this understanding could the smallest movements—a subtle eyelid twitch, the way a cigarette was lifted—become true masterful acting.

Without it, everything was just meaningless overacting.

Take Chen An'an, for example.

If she, as a rich second-generation child, suddenly put on a face of determination and declared, "I must work hard! I must strive for success!"—

Wouldn't that feel completely out of place?

Of course, it would.

Because in her world, there was never a need to strive for anything.

She didn't even think about it.

Bai Xin was beginning to understand why Zhao Liying had been personally chosen by Uncle Chen for a lead role—why he had invested so heavily in her, sparing no expense.

The reason was simple.

Zhao Liying had grown up in a rural village and spent six years struggling as an extra in film crews.

She had encountered all kinds of people.

And that exposure allowed her to grasp a character's psychological depth.

On the other hand, those who lacked real-life experiences—who had no marks of hardship in their lives—would always give performances that felt shallow and hollow.

This was the biggest problem with many of today's popular young actors.

After finishing the lesson, Bai Xin found that Song Yanxi had already prepared dinner.

Their family could afford a housekeeper, but they never saw the need.

Cooking three meals a day was a wife's responsibility.

If a woman didn't even cook at home, then how would a man feel any attachment to returning home?

At that point, the house would just be a hotel.

Bai Xin observed carefully, continuously analyzing.

Life itself was full of lessons.

Not just for Chen An'an, but even more so for Song Yanxi.

Uncle Chen handed Bai Xin a pair of chopsticks.

"Try my wife's cooking. Back in our village, she was the best cook for miles."

Three dishes and a soup.

A simple life.

It was a shame Song Yanxi never became a celebrity.

Bai Xin thought she was too beautiful.

That aura—she was the epitome of the perfect, unattainable beauty.

Even after having a child, nothing had changed.

"Uncle, I've noticed that An'an is incredibly smart. She just doesn't understand why she should study."

"You've noticed too?"

Uncle Chen sighed.

"When she was younger, her grandparents used to tell her that studying hard would lead to success.

But as our family's wealth grew, she realized we already had everything.

And just like that, she completely lost her motivation."

"She used to do fine in school. But once she started first grade, her grades just plummeted."

This was just like how learning required years of effort—while slacking off only needed one excuse.

"So what do we do about her?"

"What can we do?"

Uncle Chen said, "My wife and I have talked about it. Right now, An'an's biggest problem is that she hasn't found something she genuinely loves.

Motivation comes from passion.

Until she finds something she truly enjoys, she'll never dive into anything wholeheartedly."

That… made sense.

Bai Xin nodded.

Uncle Chen's parenting style was actually quite unique.

The Key is to Cultivate Interests and Hobbies.

She likes flowers and plants? Let her plant them however she wants.

If she still enjoys it after a few years, she can pursue agriculture when she grows up.

If she likes dancing?

That's definitely not happening. Her body type alone keeps her out.

Playing the piano? Painting?

It's obvious she's not truly interested in either.

Whatever she likes when she grows up, she can do it—so long as she stays on the right path.

This is what parental love is.

In the end, when the time comes, they will give her whatever she desires most.