Chapter 1915: My Auntie’s Name Is Qin Ning (6)

Translator: Noodletown Translations Editor: Noodletown Translations

It turns out, there was a thick stack of US dollars in each wallet…

The twins were familiar with more than ten currencies, and aside from the Chinese yuan, they were most familiar with US dollars.

“Ten thousand dollars per person. You guys can buy whatever you want,” Qin Ning laughed.

“Wow, wow… Thank you Auntie Qin! I love you,” Little Bean exclaimed excitedly.

She then leaped into Qin Ning’s arms and kissed her cheek…

She was already thinking of the countless number of treats and drinks she could buy with the money.

She felt so happy she could die.

Pudding also revealed a slight smile on her face. Walking over to her aunt, she kissed her lightly on the cheek. “Thank you, Auntie Qin.”

Huo Mian would also give them an allowance but she never gave them very much. As they were still kids, they weren’t allowed to spend their money recklessly.

Upon receiving ten thousand US dollars, Pudding only thought of buying a present for Handsome Su. She wanted to buy him something that was from herself.

Imagine how happy Handsome Su would be…

The twins were thinking of their own ways of spending their money, but it was obvious they were both very happy.

“Ning… why did you give them so much money? They are still young, so a few dollars is enough,” Huo Mian said, thinking they received too much money.

“Sister-in-law… do you think my nieces are beggars? To give them just a few dollars… Ha. It’s my first time meeting them, so I want to make a good impression and not appear cheap.”

“Even still, that’s too much… twenty thousand US dollars… That’s equivalent to a few hundred thousand yuan.” Huo Mian was still worried.

Holding onto Huo Mian’s waist, Qin Chu comforted, “Honey, the money you let them hold in the stock market is also more than a few hundred thousand.”

“But that’s not the same. Money in the stock market is simply a number for them. They can’t use that money in the real world. However, what they just got is actual cash.”

“It’s fine. This will be a good opportunity for them to practice spending their own money.”

“Fine… You win. With a Daddy who spoils his girls so much… what else can I say?” Huo Mian decided to give up when she realized that Qin Chu would always be on his daughters’ side.

The bodyguards and luxury cars Qin Ning brought with her looked very grand… She then gave the keys of her own Orange Ferrari to Qin Chu and Huo Mian, who led the rest of the group to their parents’ home.

Following them, the bodyguards drove black Mercedes Benz 450s and in the back seat, Qin Ning was sitting in between the twins and chatting away happily.

“Hey, when one of you guys gets sick, does the other one also become sick?” Qin Ning asked curiously.

“Yes.” Little Bean nodded.

“Wow… so what they say about twins having telepathy is true.”

Pudding looked at her aunt helplessly. “We passed it onto each other. Think about it. We eat and sleep together every day. So if she gets sick, could I possibly avoid it?”

Qin Ning: “…”

“Haha… Auntie Qin, you’re so na?ve. I can’t believe you believe in telepathy. You must have watched too many movies.” Little Bean laughed out loud.

Qin Ning scratched her head, feeling awkward.

“What are you two learning in kindergarten?”

“We don’t go to kindergarten. Our mom hired tutors for us and we have already finished the middle school curriculum,” Pudding replied while playing on her cell phone.

“You’ve already finished middle school curriculum?!? But you two are only three…” Qin Ning was stunned. (TL Note: good thing the author remembered that these are three-year-olds, but the bad thing is that the author doesn’t know how 3-year-olds are like. I mean wtf is this?)

“Finishing the curriculum and age have nothing to do with each other. Mommy didn’t want us to work too hard and over-develop our brains, or else we would be finished with the high school curriculum by now,” Little Bean proudly added.

“Oh… I heard your English is quite good, and you also know a lot of other different languages.”

“Yes… But that’s not difficult… I think that Chinese is probably the hardest language to learn,” Little Bean complained.

“Why?”

“It’s because there are too many strokes in each character. Also, our ancestors have passed on many pieces of literature and poems… which essentially made Chinese more complicated than it already is.”

“Hahaha… that makes sense.” Qin Ning laughed.

One was never bored when speaking with these two.

At this time, Pudding, who was playing on her cell phone, lifted her head and looked at Qin Ning.

“Auntie Qin, I have a question for you and you have to answer truthfully.”

“Yes, of course,” Qin Ning promised earnestly, as she held back her laughter.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”