"He is Meteor's biological son; you can tell from his looks. Little Star is Meteor's son.
Even if you don't want to admit it, that is the fact." Jiang Shu harbored ill will towards Fang Ru. Although she tried not to show it, her words inevitably betrayed her contempt for Fang Ru.
When Zhang Liuxing broke up with her, he cited incompatibility, but Jiang Shu knew he had fallen for someone else, believing that as a university student, she was beneath him.
She wasn't the type to cling, but when she returned to the city, she discovered she was already four months pregnant. Due to poor health, she didn't have an abortion.
"You slut, are you feeling smug? Do you think because we don't have children, we'll have to raise yours? I'm telling you, you're dreaming. We wouldn't help you raise your son even if we had no children of our own!" Fang Ru stood up and pointed at Jiang Shu's nose, scolding her.
Jiang Shu hadn't expected Fang Ru, despite being an educated woman, to be no different from a shrew in the countryside. She hesitated about whether to keep her son.
But if she didn't keep him, she couldn't afford to raise a son alone, nor could she remarry.
Just as Jiang Shu was at a loss, Zhang Liuxing finally returned.
The moment the door opened, the two women and one child in the living room all turned towards the entrance.
As Zhang Liuxing stepped into the doorway, he was met with three faces, two of which sent a tremor through his heart.
Wasn't this his first girlfriend, Jiang Shu? And that six-year-old boy, why did he look exactly like him?
Could it be… this was his son? But hadn't Jiang Shu left without being pregnant?
And what was the meaning of her reappearance at his home this time?
The moment Zhang Liuxing saw Jiang Shu, countless thoughts flashed through his mind. When he then saw Fang Ru's dark, sullen expression, his good mood vanished instantly.
It was over. Fang Ru couldn't tolerate any hint of impropriety. If she misunderstood him, their marriage might be in jeopardy.
"Liuxing, long time no see," Jiang Shu, seeing a more mature Zhang Liuxing, couldn't help but call out.
Fang Ru glared at Jiang Shu and suddenly stood up, looking at Zhang Liuxing. "Zhang Liuxing, you come in with me."
Zhang Liuxing looked at Jiang Shu and her son, his mouth opening as if to ask something, but he ultimately didn't.
"You ungrateful Zhang Liuxing, you never told me you had such a big son. No wonder you weren't anxious all these years. You didn't care if I had children or not, so you already had a son and didn't need me to bear one…"
As soon as the door closed, Fang Ru immediately pointed at Zhang Liuxing and unleashed a torrent of scolding. Zhang Liuxing couldn't even get a word in edgewise to defend himself.
After Fang Ru had vented, Zhang Liuxing finally began to explain, "Ruru, it's not what you think. Jiang Shu and I dated, but I didn't know she would give birth to my son. I only found out about this just now…"
"I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it. In any case, I, Fang Ru, will never help someone else raise a son. If you don't resolve this matter, we'll divorce!" Fang Ru issued a stern warning and rushed out of the room. To her surprise, Jiang Shu was gone, leaving only Jiang Xing sitting in the living room. In his hand was a letter for Zhang Liuxing.
After reading it, Zhang Liuxing learned that Jiang Shu had left, but she had left Jiang Xing behind.
"I don't care. You can't keep this Jiang Xing at home. You must send him back to that woman immediately!" Fang Ru stamped her feet in anger, realizing that Jiang Shu had deliberately set them up.
Zhang Liuxing looked distressed. He asked Jiang Xing a few questions and found that his son knew nothing. Dejectedly, he said, "Ruru, I don't know where Jiang Shu lives. Where can I send him?"
"I don't care. If you don't resolve his situation properly, I'm not coming back," Fang Ru declared, grabbing her bag and returning to her parents' home.
As she walked out the door, Fang Ru suddenly remembered Zhang Liunian's words, that he would give her a big gift.
Could this big gift refer to Jiang Shu and her son?
Damn it, Zhang Liuxing was clever, finding Zhang Liuxing's ex-girlfriend and sending his son over. She wouldn't let Zhang Liunian off the hook.
Upon returning to her parents' house, Fang Ru told her father about the matter. Her intention was to have her father help her deal with Zhang Liunian, but what did she hear?
"He also knows people in the Industrial and Commercial Bureau, and their power is greater than mine. If you want to ruin your father's work, you can continue to be willful." Father Fang informed his second daughter that Zhang Liunian had already obtained his business license and had connections within the system.
"Impossible. How could he possibly know someone more capable than you, Dad?" Fang Ru couldn't believe Zhang Liunian had such capabilities.
"In any case, I can't handle this. You'd better abandon this idea." Father Fang was determined not to make any moves against Zhang Liunian, as the Fang family was still too weak.
Seeing this, Fang Ru had no choice but to swallow her pride for the time being.
However, there was one thing she did need to investigate: why she and Zhang Liuxing hadn't been able to conceive for so many years.
There must be a problem with one of them. But now that she had just learned Zhang Liuxing had a son, it proved Zhang Liuxing was fine. Could the problem be with her?
With this anxious feeling, Fang Ru went to the best health center in Nancheng the next day for an examination. She ultimately learned that the problem was indeed with her.
Zhang Liunian was unaware of these developments. At this moment, he was returning home with a leather bag full of money to give to his wife to count.
Jiang Qingqing loved this task. Holding the bag tightly, she truly counted money until her hands cramped.
"That's a total of one hundred thousand, two thousand, one hundred and fifty yuan." Jiang Qingqing was shocked. This was their revenue from just two days.
The amount was so enormous that Jiang Qingqing didn't feel safe leaving the money anywhere. Only by sleeping with it in her arms did she feel secure.
"Don't worry, with me here, no one will dare to steal our money." Zhang Liunian was unhappy seeing his wife intending to sleep with the money. Was money more appealing than him? He reached out to take the money away.
But Jiang Qingqing refused, clutching it tightly with her small hands. "No, this is a hundred thousand yuan! If I don't hold it, someone will steal it."
"You can deposit it tomorrow. You don't need to worry so much for just one night."
"I wouldn't feel safe even for an hour."
"…"
It seemed he had to resort to force, Zhang Liunian thought. He suddenly leaned forward, his large hand closing over his wife's small hand and pinning it above her head. "Am I not more appealing than this hundred thousand yuan?"
"…" Jiang Qingqing was stunned by her husband's words. What did he mean? Why was he comparing himself to a hundred thousand yuan?
However, with him asking like this, Jiang Qingqing truly did compare them. If it was about who was more appealing, it was definitely the hundred thousand yuan!
"To compare who's more appealing, you might really… mmm!" Before Jiang Qingqing could finish speaking, her mouth was sealed by him, and the kiss quickly ended.
"You can reconsider what you said." Zhang Liunian flipped and pulled his wife into his embrace, while the leather bag was placed to the side.
"You, you just said who's more appealing. If you're talking about taste, you really are… mmm!" Jiang Qingqing's face flushed, her large, watery eyes gazing intently at the handsome face so close to hers.
This time, Zhang Liunian didn't just kiss and pull away. He deepened the kiss rapidly, ultimately leading his wife down a path of intoxicating passion.
"You're saying you want to send Huabao to the kindergarten newly opened by the Mechanical Factory?"
The next morning, when Zhang Liunian went to the next door to invite Zhao Zhijie for breakfast, Zhao Zhijie told Zhang Liunian about the kindergarten their factory had opened.
Zhang Liunian fell silent for a moment, then looked at his daughter who was eating steamed buns with porridge. "Huabao, do you want to go?"
Jiang Qingqing, standing beside them, was very interested. Huabao was only five years old, and it was still early for school. Sending her to the kindergarten run by the Mechanical Factory was indeed a good idea.
"Liunian, I think what Uncle Zhao said is good. Whether it's in the village or the county town, Huabao can only eat and sleep, then sleep and play with me. She won't learn anything. It's better to send her to kindergarten early; maybe she'll learn something useful." Before Huabao could speak, Jiang Qingqing immediately cast her vote in favor.
Zhang Liunian didn't reply, still looking at his daughter.
Huabao, receiving her father's inquiry, patted her chest and said, "Grandpa Zhao said kindergarten is a lot of fun. I want to go and see."
Zhang Liunian was startled and looked at Zhao Zhijie, who explained, "This is a proper kindergarten. There are teachers inside, they have classes, and also some art classes. It's really very good."