The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie
Chapter 407: 407: Xu Fang, to have a second child or not (first update)

Chapter 407: 407: Xu Fang, to have a second child or not (first update)

Ming Hongwei amended his question, “Old Lady Jiang, are you feeling better?”

Xu Jiuru was in low spirits, lying down weakly, “It’s nothing serious, thank you for your concern, Chairman Ming.”

“As long as it’s not serious,” Ming Hongwei said politely, “You must take good care of yourself, the Jiang Family is in disarray right now, and we can’t do without you in command.”

A mess indeed.

He really dared to say it.

Xu Jiuru didn’t beat around the bush anymore, “Chairman Ming, you are a smart man, there’s no need to play dumb with me.”

Ming Hongwei looked innocent, “I don’t understand what you mean.”

Still playing dumb here.

“So the five percent stake was Jiang Zhi who asked you to take it, wasn’t it?” Xu Jiuru didn’t have the patience to beat around the bush any longer, speaking straightforwardly, “And your Bai De Medical Equipment intentionally merging into our Jiang Family was also to make things easier for you to light the fire and fan the flames here, incidentally causing a little smoke from the warehouse.”

The Jiang Family had a good hand that was played terribly, and Ming Hongwei had a lot to do with it; on the surface, he sold out the Lu Family, bringing the customer resources to the Jiang Family, while behind the scenes, he messed with the raw materials of the Jiang Family, causing the smoke in the warehouse.

With things having reached a conclusion, Ming Hongwei didn’t deny it anymore and admitted frankly, “You are right.”

It had all been a setup from the time his son began gambling on horse races; of course, he himself was just a pawn, while Jiang Zhi and the Lu Family were the real players.

“I’m not going to pursue these matters,” Xu Jiuru invited him not to settle scores but for self-preservation, “Chairman Ming, speak up, what will it take to cough up that five percent stake?”

No more, no less, just five percent, Jiang Zhi had calculated it all, this five percent could just influence who was in charge of the Jiang Family.

Ming Hongwei also feigned deep thought for a while, “Old Lady Jiang, let me be honest with you, I’m just an employee, I’m not the real boss of Bai De Medical Equipment.”

The predecessor of Bai De Medical Equipment was Wan Cong Medical, a bankrupt pharmaceutical company that had gone public. Ten years ago, Wan Cong Medical was suddenly acquired by Ming Hongwei, who burst onto the business scene, and then renamed to Bai De Medical Equipment.

Xu Jiuru had not anticipated that Ming Hongwei was merely a professional manager. She had a bad feeling, “Who is your boss?”

“Our boss’s surname is Lu,” Ming Hongwei replied.

There was only one notable Lu surname family in Imperial City.

“Lu Sheng?”

Ming Hongwei shook his head, “The eldest son.”

It turned out to be the notorious Lu family’s eldest son, Lu Xinglan, rumored to be always asleep.

So it seemed, one can’t always believe rumors; a lion is always a lion, even if it appears to be sleeping, don’t assume it is harmless—if it bites you, it could take your life.

Ming Hongwei offered a word of conscience, “Our eldest son doesn’t just like to sleep; he also enjoys playing with stocks and doing business, making a little money to buy a good bed.”

Lu Xinglan’s special talent was in mergers and acquisitions; he didn’t run companies, he only did mergers and acquisitions.

Ming Hongwei once asked Lu Xinglan why he liked this line of work and Lu Xinglan had replied, “To earn money for a bed.” He loved to sleep and wore out beds quickly.

Xu Jiuru was left speechless; it was actually the Lu Family playing a game of thief shouting “Stop thief.” Well done, Lin Qiunan’s well-taught grandson, one more cunning and sly than the other.

“Sell the shares to me,” Xu Jiuru cut to the chase, throwing out bait, “As long as you give back the shares, I’ll let you be the true master of Bai De Medical Equipment.”

Inside the Jiang Family, there were still many with the Jiang surname, and it wouldn’t be difficult for her to replace the head of Bai De Medical Equipment, which had merged into the Jiang Family.

Ming Hongwei chuckled and patted his beer belly, “Old Lady Jiang, one should have some conscience in life.”

Lu Xinglan had shown him kindness, finding a good horse is easy, finding a good master is hard.

Jiang Zhi and Zhou Xufang had moved back to Qingshan Mansion, where the security was even tighter and safer than living opposite Fang Lixiang’s home.

Dinner was at the Lu Family’s home, Zhou Xufang went straight to the bathroom to throw up as soon as she got back; her morning sickness wasn’t too severe, but strangely, it was worse in the morning and evening.

Jiang Zhi looked on, feeling distressed but unable to suffer for her, he could only worry.

He patted her back, “Do you feel like throwing up again?”

“Mhm.”

Zhou Xufang was kneeling, leaning over the toilet, unwilling to move; her mouth tasted bitter.

Jiang Zhi brought her a cup of water, “Rinse your mouth.”

She didn’t want to move and let Jiang Zhi feed her; after rinsing a few times, the bitterness in her mouth subsided.

Jiang Zhi wiped her mouth with his hand, not minding the mess, and after wiping, he even gave her a kiss.

Zhou Xufang recoiled, “I just vomited, it’s dirty.”

Jiang Zhi took another towel, wiped her hands and face, “I don’t find you dirty.”

He used to have a lot of quirks, particularly fussy and fastidious, especially about cleanliness and pickiness. Now that he had a girlfriend, he ate her leftovers, used her used items, and it didn’t bother him in the least—he was even enjoying it.

“You cured my OCD,” Zhou Xufang felt a great sense of achievement.

Jiang Zhi lifted her up and sat her on the toilet lid, cupping her face in his hands, “There’s not a part of you I haven’t kissed, what OCD could there possibly be?”

…

In the past, Jiang Zhi would blush just from holding hands, but now she’s picked up some bad habits.

Zhou Xufang accused her, “Jiang Zhi, you’re an old hand at this.” Her iron-clad principles were all being corroded by him.

He didn’t act this way in front of others, only in front of her, where he could say anything.

“I learned it all from you.” Jiang Zhi’s tone had started to sound spoiled, with a “I’m innocent, it’s all your fault, you’re the one who led me astray” expression on her face.

Zhou Xufang felt he was very naughty; she used to think so innocently of him, actually believing he was an upright and selfless good guy.

Zhou Xufang, “You’re a little rogue.”

Jiang Zhi, “Hmm.”

“You’re a big rogue.”

“Hmm.”

…

Well, if she had spoiled him, she had to accept it then.

Jiang Zhi, tall as he was at over 1.8 meters, squatted in front of her, his hand resting on her knee, like a well-behaved Tibetan Mastiff with its claws retracted, “Still feeling unwell?”

Zhou Xufang still felt a bit nauseous, but she was strong and could bear it, “Much better now.”

Jiang Zhi looked down, his gaze directly on her belly, and reached out to gently poke it, instructing the little one inside her with utmost concern, “Behave, don’t trouble your mom.”

Reflexively, Zhou Xufang straightened her stomach and poked it herself, “It’s so magical.”

Jiang Zhi looked up, “What is?”

“That I’ll have a little child calling me ‘Mom’.”

Thinking that one day a child who is either like her or like Jiang Zhi, sharing half of her genes and half of his, Zhou Xufang found it both magical and marvelous.

More than feeling the magic, Jiang Zhi felt more worry, “It’s a bit early, isn’t it? You’re so young.”

He had originally planned to have children after turning thirty, mainly because they hadn’t had enough time as just the two of them yet. The thought of having a little tag-along competing for Zhou Xufang’s time and energy made him quite uneasy.

“The great-aunt had mentioned to me a few times that she and grandmother both hope the child can be raised at the Lu Family’s home.” Of course, Jiang Zhi hoped so too, but he had to listen to Zhou Xufang, “Would it be okay for them to take care of the baby?”

Zhou Xufang hadn’t even considered that, “I can take care of them myself.”

Jiang Zhi had seen Qiao Nanchu’s cousin’s child, crying incessantly, and he selfishly didn’t want Zhou Xufang to bear that burden, “It will be very hard. You won’t get any sleep at night.”

Zhou Xufang shook her head, quite resolutely, “I want to try it.”

Fine, then.

He couldn’t argue with her, “As you wish.”

What could he do but help her with it?

Jiang Zhi thought of something else, “Xu Fang, do you want a second child down the line?”

…

The first child was still in her belly, Zhou Xufang touched her still-flat stomach, “I haven’t thought about this question.”

Jiang Zhi said, “Think about it now.”

So she seriously considered it, then nodded.

She wanted two babies, preferably one boy and one girl.

“I don’t object, but let’s wait until your blood transfusion issue is resolved, okay?” In reality, Jiang Zhi didn’t have many principles, just one: her safety was paramount.

Zhou Xufang agreed, “Okay.”

Then she thought of something else, and said softly to Jiang Zhi, “What if an accident happens?” The little Fu Erdan in her belly was an accident, wasn’t it?

Jiang Zhi frowned in thought, “Should we use two?”

…

Zhou Xufang covered his mouth with her hand, her cheeks flushed with crimson, “Stop talking.”

Jiang Zhi pecked at her palm, leaning in closer, “You’re the one who brought it up.”

Zhou Xufang huffed, “You little pervert.”

He laughed, then became serious, “Xu Fang, would it be okay for me to get a vasectomy, hmm?” He had thought about this carefully, “We can have surgery to reverse it if we want children in the future.”

Zhou Xufang firmly refused, “Don’t.”

“Why?”