Jing Hao and Wen Shufei seemed to have reconciled, but things could never return to the way they once were. Wen Shufei apologized to Jing Hao, "I’m sorry."
"You did nothing wrong, you don’t need to apologize to me," replied Jing Hao. He didn’t blame Wen Shufei, but it wasn’t true that he felt no resentment. Of course, he blamed himself even more.
Old Sir Jing loved his eldest grandson the most, yet Jing Hao had disappointed him. How could Jing Hao not feel distressed?
Wen Shufei was also full of regret. Even her parents blamed her for not speaking up about such a significant matter. Moreover, her status in the Jing family had diminished after this incident. Mrs. Jing, who once favored Wen Shufei, now focused all her attention on taking care of her three grandsons.
She no longer pressured Wen Shufei about having children, nor did she scrutinize her belly anymore. Although Mrs. Jing still cared about Wen Shufei the most in the family, her attitude toward Wen Shufei had changed, now marked with more formality and less warmth.
Feiling watched all this and could only sigh deeply. It was bad luck for Wen Shufei, encountering the death of the old man. Moreover, being overly proud was not a favorable trait in Jing Hao’s eyes.
Jing Hao, the eldest grandson of the Jing family, had been pampered from a young age. When it came to pride, Jing Hao was not inferior to Wen Shufei.
Moreover, with the Wen family currently being influential, the proud Jing Hao was reluctant to let others say he depended on his wife, so he also strived much harder.
For Jing Hao to bow down to Wen Shufei, to apologize to the Wen family, and coax Wen Shufei back, was impossible for him. He would rather undergo grassroots training than compromise, which clearly demonstrated that his pride was no less than Wen Shufei’s.
The Gaoxia Commercial City was completed, and under the Gaoxia Group, Xiaozi’s fashion clothing and Mei Ziran skincare products entered the specialty counters.
Mrs. Jing only then realized that the skincare products she thought were good were actually made by Xia Xiao, and because she liked them, she recommended them to many people.
Thanks to the advertising effect promoted by Feiling and Li Manzi, both Xiaozi and Mei Ziran saw remarkable sales.
During this year, Shitou and Beibei turned three, Xiao Shu two, and Huanhuan and Lele one.
Before setting off for an intelligence test, Xia Xiao cautioned Shitou, "Tone it down a bit, okay? You can show high intelligence, but don’t overdo it."
Then, Xia Xiao told Shitou approximately what range the IQ of some geniuses fell into, so he would have an idea.
An IQ above 140 is considered near extreme intelligence and termed "Genius."
to 140 is very high intelligence, 110 to 120 is high intelligence.
to 110 is normal intelligence, 80 to 90 is below normal intelligence.
to 80 is borderline normal intelligence, 60 to 70 is mild intellectual disability.
to 60 is profound intellectual disability, 25 to 50 is imbecility, and below 25 is idiocy.
The normal limit for intelligence is an IQ of 90 to 110.
Pointing to a list of the top ten high IQ individuals in history, Xia Xiao told Shitou:
"Da Vinci had an IQ of 203, Newton an IQ of 190, your favorite chess master Gary Kasparov, and Einstein definitely also had IQs over 190, although some say Einstein’s IQ was 160."
"And this one, William Alfred Quinington, could speak and read at the age of one, started self-learning algebra and geometry at two and a half. At nine, he designed a time machine, by eleven, he had learned twenty languages, with an IQ estimated over 350, suspected to be as high as 400."
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"There are many famous individuals whose IQs were never tested. There are many highly intelligent people in the world, but only a few can successfully utilize their high intelligence. Some individuals with average or slightly above-average IQs can achieve enormous success through their efforts and high emotional intelligence. Isn’t there a saying by Edison, ’Genius is one percent inspiration, ninety-nine percent perspiration’? But that one percent of inspiration is the most crucial, even more important than the ninety-nine percent of perspiration."
Thus, when Shitou’s IQ was tested, it came out to 200, just about the same as his favorite chess master, Gary Kasparov.
At this, Xia Xiao couldn’t help but chuckle, yet she was also accepting of the result.
The hospital was shocked, after all, by global standards, Shitou’s IQ was extremely high, marking him as a child prodigy.
Xia Xiao said, "How did you think to match nearly with chess master Gary Kasparov?"
Shitou replied, "Didn’t you tell me to hold back a bit? I couldn’t let myself be outdone by foreigners, and I really like watching him play chess. I will definitely be better than him in the future."
Alright then, Xia Xiao was convinced by his reasoning.
The next day, Shitou made it into the newspapers, though not by name. The news simply mentioned that a three-year-old in the hospital had an IQ of 200, and it made the front page headline.
The Gao family was extremely delighted, consistently discussing Shitou’s future possibilities, while Xia Xiao and Shitou just let them talk.
Xia Xiao, amused, said, "Shitou is still young. Right now, he should focus on his studies. You all might want to put these thoughts to rest for now."
Li Min said, "Mom, should we have Beibei tested too?"
Xia Xiao nodded, "Okay."
Thus, Beibei and Xiao Shu’s IQs were also tested: Beibei scored 140 and Xiao Shu 145. The Gao family was overjoyed.
That day, Xia Xiao received a call from the Genius Youth Class, expressing their hope for Shitou to attend their program.
Xia Xiao hesitated, as Shitou was only three years old. Even if his IQ were high, he was still a three-year-old child. What if something happened?
However, Shitou had researched the Genius Youth Class online and was very interested in it. Now that Shitou was three, Xia Xiao had given him a computer.
Shitou could already surf the internet by himself, especially now that QQ, blogs, and forums were popular, he already had his own accounts.
As for typing, there was no need to mention it; Shitou had a photographic memory. Xia Xiao showed him the Wubi root characters, and soon, Shitou was able to use them smoothly, even typing in Wubi faster than pinyin.