Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots
Chapter 1257 - 159 Lonely and Solitary Decade_3

Chapter 1257: 159 Lonely and Solitary Decade_3

Watching Cheng Haoxuan scratching his head in frustration, Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng exchanged glances. Had they really misunderstood him before? Was it really not him who had provoked Tian Xuan? But upon further thought, it seemed that from the beginning to the end, it had all been Tian Xuan’s wishful thinking.

Lin Yuan coughed awkwardly, not knowing how to start talking. Just then, she saw Cheng Haoxuan jump up as if his tail was on fire. "Oh no, I need to rush back!"

He hadn’t even finished his sentence before his hurrying figure appeared at the doorway.

Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng were even more confused now. Looking outside, it didn’t seem very late. Could it be that Madam Cheng had set a curfew for the young man?

"Eh? Young Master Cheng? Weren’t you reviewing accounts in your room? How did you end up in my house?"

Lin Wei’s voice came from the doorway, turning Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng’s heads. They saw Cheng Haoxuan awkwardly stammering for a bit before quickly saying "It’s nothing" and hurrying away.

Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng exchanged looks, finally understanding why he was so eager to return—it seems he had sneaked out behind Madam Cheng’s back.

"Oh." Lin Wei entered, her face colored with embarrassment. Upon seeing Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng, her eyes flitted nervously as if she wanted to hide.

Lin Yuan, curious, asked a question.

Lin Wei glanced at Xia Zheng and ultimately shook her head before running back to her room.

"One by one, they all have secrets now!"

Watching Lin Wei’s fleeing figure, Lin Yuan couldn’t help but feel irritated. That day at the Red Smoke Pavilion, when she met Xiao Linzi again, she had sensed something off with Lin Wei—especially later during a meal, when she had hardly lifted her head. Lin Yuan didn’t believe there was nothing going on between them. Then there was Xiao Linshuang, who had gotten acquainted with the Sixth Prince and hadn’t mentioned a word about it to her. Could it really be that ’a girl grows up and keeps to herself’? But these two kids, one was only ten and the other just seven, how could they start keeping secrets already?

"Ah, come on, don’t be mad. Girls have their little secrets, and when we have daughters in the future, they’ll surely have their own little secrets too."

Xia Zheng tried to mediate, but before he could finish, Lin Yuan loudly cut him off, "What daughters? I don’t want to have daughters! If I do have children, I want to have sons! Daughters grow up with other men in their hearts, totally ignoring their mothers. Hmph!"

Xia Zheng smiled, hooking his lips. "Daughters have other men in their hearts, and sons won’t have other women there? Isn’t there a saying, ’With a wife, one forgets one’s mother’? My mom complains about this every day!"

Lin Yuan rolled her eyes, pouting. "Then I just won’t have any kids, and there won’t be any issues!"

Xia Zheng grinned, feeling like he had shot himself in the foot, but struggling to find the right words to talk her back into wanting children.

But not having children had its perks too—no worries about pregnancy making them abstain.

Thinking this, Xia Zheng felt happy again. "If we don’t have kids, that’s fine too—we can have a great life just the two of us!"

"What, do you not like children?" Lin Yuan suddenly frowned, pushing Xia Zheng’s hand from her waist.

By now, Xia Zheng was completely dazed by Lin Yuan’s mood swings. "What? How could that be? I like kids! But didn’t you just say you didn’t want them?"

"Did I say I didn’t want any now?" Lin Yuan tilted her head, casually brushing it off. "No, no, that doesn’t count. I still want children. I want a whole bunch actually—so much so that we’ll need two large dining tables to accommodate everyone in our family."

Xia Zheng was stunned by her ambition, quietly calculating the implications: Two large dining tables would mean around twenty people! With each child requiring abstinence for the first and last three months, that made six months. Twenty kids meant one hundred twenty months—that’s ten years!

Ten years!

Xia Zheng looked down at his ’little Zheng’ and mourned its lonely next ten years for a quarter of an hour.

On February 28th, the Chen family of Jiangnan opened a cloth shop in the Capital city.

The same day, the Wu Family also opened a cloth shop.

What surprised everyone was that both cloth shops were located right across from each other!

Unlike Lin Mansion and Yao Mansion, which were on the same street but had a distance of about a hundred or so meters between their gates, the Chen Ji Cloth Store and the Wu Clothing Shop were directly opposite each other. Sitting at the counter of Chen Ji, one could see what the shopkeeper at Wu Ji was doing.