PFC Chapter 1482 Grandson, a Matter of Livelihood
Chapter 1482 Grandson, a Matter of Livelihood
Bai Chenhui had already entered the school. When Zhuang Shijue was reversing the car, he inadvertently turned his head and glanced at the boy again, only to see him still standing on the steps, waving to him.
For some reason, Zhuang Shijue was deeply moved at this moment.
He has a father, so he doesn't understand what it's like for a child who longs for a father's love. What kind of protective walls does such a happy angel need to build in his heart to be able to do that?
Zhuang Shijue smiled and waved to the child, watching him walk into the school building until he disappeared from sight.
Bai Xin'ai reminded him to watch the child enter the school, but actually she was waiting for the child to turn around and wave, afraid that he would have already driven away by the time the child turned around and waved to him.
Little Bai Chenhui had a particularly happy day, telling everyone he met, "I'm going to have a dad soon, and my dad is more handsome than any of your dads," his eyes beaming with the pride and anticipation typical of a child.
Zhuang Shijue went to the company. To be honest, he really didn't want to work for his own family business. He felt he would perform much better working with like-minded people than under his father. Respect without closeness ultimately leads to a lack of respect; power without authority often results in the loss of power.
Zhuang Shijue was caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, feeling like he had a thorn stuck in his throat—it hurt whether he removed it or not. Was he at the company now preparing to make a big splash, or was he hiding something? Look at how wary Zhuang was, like he'd been robbed; he was on edge.
To be honest, Zhuang Shijue was really afraid that Zhuang Shiyuan might lose his temper one day and kill him with a knife or two. Since ancient times, how many brothers have killed each other in the struggle for power and profit?
Before Zhuang Shiyuan returns to the company, Zhuang Shijue will probably continue to maintain the image of a good-for-nothing in front of his father and the board of directors.
He doesn't care what others say; he's an optimistic person who lives in the world as he sees it. God gave him such a privileged background, which also gave him the means to not conform or integrate with others.
Zhuang Shijue had a fight at the company. In full view of everyone, he swaggered away with a beautiful female model who came to find him, without even glancing at the assistant who was running after him.
Sports cars, beautiful women, and cool driving skills—that's basically the impression Zhuang Shijue gives to the public, which is hardly a good thing.
Zhuang Shijue has quite a few scandals. Even though he joined the army and only had a handful of days off over the years, he still managed to make headlines by hugging a model and chasing after a second or third-tier female celebrity. With a character like that, how could his father take him seriously?
If it weren't for Master Zhuang repeatedly verifying that this kid had done other things besides his womanizing ways, how could he have tolerated such a morally corrupt person joining his company? His own son being like this was a disgrace to Master Zhuang.
Undoubtedly, there was one less person at the dinner table that evening.
Now, only Mu Ning, the Third Madam, and the Third Master are at the dinner table, making Mu Ning uncomfortable at every meal.
She used to want to be pampered, like having indigestion or no appetite, but she always had a great appetite, like a bull, and would get dizzy from hunger if she missed a meal. Now, she has no appetite at all, yet her future mother-in-law still goes to such lengths to prepare food for her.
Mu Ning's meals are now meticulously planned by a nutritionist, with precise calculations out the exact amounts of calories, dietary fiber, and vitamins she needs. So eating is like completing a task for her; with so many people surrounding her, how could she possibly refuse to eat?
Indigestion; if someone could maintain a normal appetite under such high pressure, they wouldn't be human.
Because she had indigestion and couldn't take medicine, the kitchen staff and nutritionist tried all sorts of tricks with her food, which made her feel very embarrassed.
"With all this trouble, it's definitely a boy," the third wife exclaimed.
Mu Ning slightly raised her eyes, unsure how to respond. Had her condition made the Zhuang family dislike her? The question of whether the child was a boy or a girl... it was truly...
Since becoming pregnant, Mu Ning's mother has been burning incense and praying to the gods every day to ensure that she is carrying a boy. Mu Ning herself doesn't have any special desires; they are all her children, so why should boys and girls be treated differently?
The third wife usually says that either a boy or a girl is fine, but what she just said clearly shows that she hopes for a boy...
Mu Ning lost her appetite again. She didn't know why, but she had become particularly sensitive since she became pregnant. She had never been like this before.
"Aren't you going to eat?" The Third Madam paused, her expression shifting slightly, when she saw Mu Ning put down her chopsticks. "Ning'er, you need to eat more. Look how thin you've become. No woman loses weight after getting pregnant. Even if you don't want to eat, you have to consider the baby. He needs nutrition the most right now."
It was clear that the third wife was trying her best to persuade her, and her words did not contain any of the authority of a future mother-in-law, but rather she was trying to reason with her.
“How could I have lost weight? Although I didn’t want to eat, I still ate quite a lot. I drank all kinds of soups all day long. The baby is still small and needs enough nutrition.”
How could I have lost weight? I've clearly gained five pounds.
It seems that obesity is just an accumulated number for her, and they probably think the higher the number, the better, so that the baby won't go hungry.
The third wife was taken aback by Mu Ning's words. After a moment of hesitation, she put down her spoon and said, "If you don't want to eat, that's fine. Your mood is the most important thing. I'll have the housekeeper prepare some fruit for you to take upstairs and rest."
"Yes." Mu Ning felt as if she had been granted a pardon, and stood up respectfully to reply, "Uncle Zhuang, Aunt Huo, please enjoy your meal. I'll go back to my room now."
"Go ahead," the third wife waved her hand, still smiling kindly.
Mu Ning didn't linger and quickly left.
After everyone left the dining room, Huo Yan's face darkened. "I don't know if it's the pregnancy affecting her, but I always feel that the child's emotions are off."
"Don't think too much, let's eat, it's getting cold," Zhuang Zhoucheng said in a low voice.
Isn't this normal for all women during pregnancy? Think back to when she was pregnant, and then think back to when their daughter was pregnant? It was like night and day. So the daughter-in-law is actually quite good; she's just a little quieter than before, and it's already a good thing she doesn't cause any trouble.
"Mr. Zhuang, do you think the child had a fight with Shiyuan? He seems unhappy." Huo Yan asked softly with a troubled expression, completely ignoring her husband's words of advice.
Zhuang Zhoucheng also put down his chopsticks and looked at Huo Yan seriously: "Do you want us to have a serious talk about this issue now?"
"Huh? No, let's eat first." Huo Yan rolled her eyes inwardly. Couldn't this guy show some concern for the children? Self-centered men are so annoying.
Not long after, Huo Yan put down her chopsticks, then looked up and said, "Should we ask a psychologist to come and counsel Mu Ning?"