Courtyard Houses: From Bronze Compasses to Global Reach

Chapter 410 The Two Little Ones' Plans

The baby and toddler section of the mall was bustling with activity, mostly parents or grandparents with their children.

Wang Yuling had a clear goal; she went straight for her favorite brands and skillfully loaded several large bags into her shopping cart.

A young mother nearby, also choosing diapers, couldn't help but strike up a conversation with her, noticing her efficient movements and demeanor that set her apart from typical nannies:

How old is your baby? You seem quite experienced.

Wang Yuling turned her head and saw that the other person had a friendly smile and was holding a seven or eight-month-old baby girl in her arms. She replied politely, "She just turned seven months old. They are twins, so they are used up quickly."

"Twins! It must be tough, but it's also incredibly happy!"

The young mother's eyes lit up, and then, as if remembering something, she asked enthusiastically:

"Have all the vaccines been administered? At six months, it's time for the third hepatitis B shot and the first meningococcal shot. Don't forget to make an appointment; the queues at the community hospital have been quite long lately."

"vaccine?"

Wang Yuling was taken aback; this term was somewhat unfamiliar to her.

None of them were worldly people; they knew almost nothing about the systematic child health care procedures of secular society.

The young master hadn't mentioned it, so she naturally had no idea.

Seeing her expression, the young mother assumed the new mother had forgotten and kindly explained:

"It's just vaccinations, you get them from a young age, to prevent many infectious diseases, like hepatitis B, measles, whooping cough, and so on. Was your baby born here? You need to show the birth certificate to make an appointment..."

Wang Yuling listened, maintaining a polite smile on her face, but a small ripple was stirring in her heart.

It turns out that there is a fixed procedure for ordinary families to raise children.

She mumbled a few words in response, thanked the other party for their kindness, and hurriedly paid the bill and left.

On the way back, she couldn't help but ask Lin Gang, "Lin Gang, do you know that raising children requires 'vaccinations'?"

Lin Gang gripped the steering wheel firmly, looking equally bewildered: "Vaccine? What's that?"

Wang Yuling repeated what she had overheard in the supermarket. The two looked at each other, both seeing the same blank in each other's eyes.

All their parenting knowledge came from the thick books the young master brought back, as well as his own instructions and adjustments.

The book may mention immunization, but when they prioritize learning the chapters on feeding, care, and early education, they automatically ignore this part of "common sense".

Back at the villa, Wang Yuling put down her things and saw Lin Yan just putting Xixi, who had fallen asleep after playing, into her crib. She then went over and quietly reported on the shopping trip, and at the end, she specifically mentioned the "vaccine" incident.

Lin Yan was bending down to check if Chenchen, who was sleeping in a very relaxed position in the crib, had kicked off his blankets. Upon hearing this, he didn't stop what he was doing and just casually said, "Vaccines? Oh, I see."

Wang Yuling was somewhat surprised by the young master's indifference and added:

"That lady said that it can prevent many diseases, so it's a must-have, and you have to queue up and make an appointment."

Lin Yan then straightened up, walked to the living room sofa and sat down, gesturing for Wang Yuling to sit as well.

"Yuling, look at Chenchen and Xixi. Have they been sick at all in the past six months? A cold? A fever? Diarrhea?"

His tone carried an air of self-assured confidence.

Wang Yuling thought carefully, then shook her head:

"No. He hardly has even the most common baby eczema or diaper rash. At most, Young Master Chenchen sometimes gets constipated, but drinking some honey water prepared by the young master helps."

That's true; the two children's health far exceeded any standard she had seen for babies in books.

"This is it."

Lin Yan lightly tapped his knee with his fingertip.

"The milk they drink every day comes from the spirit beasts in their space. The vitality and natural resistance it contains are incomparable to ordinary vaccines. Their bodies are nourished by the purest spiritual energy environment every day, and their meridians are constantly being nurtured and cleansed by me. There are very few impurities in their bodies, so ordinary pathogens have no way to invade. Vaccination is just to let healthy bodies simulate infection in advance to produce antibodies. Their own foundation has long surpassed this level."

He wasn't completely ignorant of the principles of vaccines; it's just that, from his perspective, they were indeed a relatively basic form of protection that "ordinary people" needed to rely on.

For the children he has nurtured with top-tier resources, this is completely unnecessary. In fact, because the vaccine itself is an inactivated or attenuated pathogen, it may place an unnecessary burden on the children's overly "pure" constitution.

"But... young master, if I go to school in the future, will this be required to check..." Wang Yuling was thinking about the practical procedures.

Lin Yan waved his hand, clearly dismissing the concern even more:

"Going to school is something for many years from now; we'll talk about it then. Rules are rigid, but people are flexible."

Faced with his vast network of resources and extraordinary abilities, a vaccination certificate was hardly an obstacle.

Compared to vaccines, which he considers a "trivial matter," there is another thing that deserves his more consideration.

He pondered for a moment, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the sofa armrest, before asking, "Yuling, Lin Gang, where do you think we should register Chenchen and Xixi's household registration?"

Wang Yuling and Lin Gang were taken aback again. Household registration? This was yet another question they had almost never thought about deeply.

They themselves followed Lin Yan, and their identities and backgrounds had long been cleaned up and complicated. In fact, they were all "international vagrants".

"This... Young Master, we are based in Singapore, but here..." Lin Gang hesitated.

"Singapore won't work."

Lin Yan shook his head.

"Although the environment is good, it is still an island nation, and its scope is limited. They need to have roots, but they also need a space where they can freely grow and thrive."

He had actually thought about it several times already.

Mainland China? Emotionally, they are closest, but their future development path will be relatively fixed at certain stages. Moreover, some of his arrangements and identities, which allow his children to grow up entirely within the mainland system, may bring unnecessary attention or restrictions.

Europe and America? They have abundant resources, but their cultural foundations are different. He doesn't want his children to be completely Westernized at a young age.

A location gradually became clear in his mind.

"Hongkong."

Lin Yan uttered two words, his tone resolute.

"It's decided to hold it in Hong Kong."

Wang Yuling and Lin Gang looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

"Hong Kong identity offers flexibility. Backed by the mainland, yet facing the world. The mother-in-law environment of Chinese cannot be lost, and an international perspective is naturally acquired."

Lin Yan spoke clearly and logically.

"During their basic education, we send them back to the mainland to study. For primary and junior high school, we find the best schools in Beijing or Shanghai."

"Isn't it...too hard? I've heard that students in mainland China face a lot of academic pressure." Wang Yuling felt a little sorry for her.

"Suffering a little is not a bad thing."

Lin Yan's gaze was far-reaching.

"Jade must be carved to become a vessel. It is more important to hone one's character and establish initial social awareness and a sense of rules in the real world and in a highly competitive environment, and to understand the cultural logic and survival philosophy rooted in their bloodline, than to live in a purely privileged ivory tower. Our resources can provide a safety net, but we cannot allow them to become detached from reality."

This is an insight he gained from his two lifetimes of experience. An overly detached starting point can sometimes be detrimental to the complete development of one's personality.

"And then what?" Lin Gang asked.

"high school?"

Lin Yan's lips curled up slightly.

"Send Albert to high school, send him to England, find a top-notch private boarding school, and let the European team look after him. That's when he should be exposed to the true essence of old-school elite education, the blend of classical and modern Western civilization, and learn to survive independently in a completely different environment and build his own social circle."

"University,"

He paused, his smile now showing a hint of casualness and anticipation.

"They can choose any of the world's top universities. They can study whatever they want. By then, they should have their own vision and ideas."

Wang Yuling and Lin Gang listened to the young master's clear plan for the next ten years or so of their little master, who was not yet a year old, and were filled with emotion.

This plan contains profound paternal love, long-term planning, cultural considerations, and respect for freedom.

Taking it one step at a time, yet with boundless possibilities ahead.

"Perfect!" Lin Yan concluded, seemingly very satisfied with the idea.

He stood up and walked towards the children's room, wanting to see the two little ones sleeping soundly with rosy cheeks.

Wang Yuling and Lin Gang exchanged a glance and smiled.

As for vaccines, if the young master says no, then no vaccines. The children's health is evident to all. As for distant plans like household registration and schooling, since the young master has already made his decisions, they simply need to follow along.