Je suis née beauté, et je suis suprême

Chapitre 238

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"Aunt Fifteen has given birth! It's a young master! The Shen family has an heir!" Aunt Seven held up the baby to show Madam Mu.

Mrs. Mu took the child. In the blink of an eye, Xiao Yi had grown so much. How time flies! Her Xiao Yi was just as small then, his eyes barely open, so obedient, never crying when held, without so many wicked thoughts or schemes, and without any friends who caused her worry...

"Fifteenth Aunt, where is the Fourth Young Master? I just heard him speaking."

Madam Mu snapped out of her reverie, handed the child to Seventh Aunt, and said, "I'll go check on him; Fourth Young Master is busy." She turned and went inside.

Lu Susu lay on the bed, her lips pale and weak: "Thank you for your hard work."

“Fifteenth Aunt…” Lu Susu remembered.

Madam Mu stopped her and said, "Don't move, lie down. When Aunt Fifteen gave birth to Xiao Yi, she didn't even dare to move."

Lu Susu smiled gratefully: "Thank you, Aunt Fifteen."

Madam Mu shook her head: "Silly child, it should be your fifteenth aunt thanking you. Don't take Xiao Yi's behavior to heart."

"I understand. My husband is worried about Eleven's health. He will come to see me when he recovers..."

Madam Mu nodded with heartache. She couldn't bear to see the woman in front of her so heartbroken, but her own children were disappointing and caused her trouble every day.

This was nothing more than offering each other unrealistic comfort: "Fourth Madam, no matter what, Fifteenth Aunt will stay with you at the Shen residence from now on." It was an apology on behalf of Eleventh.

"Fifteenth Aunt..." Lu Susu held her hand. She used to approach her only to please her eleventh brother, but now she had become almost her only support. Her mother had not taken care of her as well as her fifteenth aunt had. She was content. Even without her husband's favor, she could still keep this loving mother, this righteous mother, this woman whom her husband would take care of besides her eleventh brother.

“Fifteenth Aunt, to be honest, I envy Eleventh Brother.” Lu Susu’s eyes were filled with tears: “But I would never choose him… because Susu wants to marry my husband… and bear children for him.”

"Susu, our family has wronged you."

"No... I'm content with having a child... Thank you, Eleven, for coming just in time today."

"Aunt Fifteen will take care of you and make up for what Xiao Yi owed you for being willful."

Lu Susu shook her head, not continuing, leaning against Madam Mu to comfort herself from her heartache at her husband's lack of concern...

After the morning break, I went to work with the rest of the group. Zi Mo was busy with his own things, and Qian Qing was nowhere to be seen. I was left alone again—strolling around like a scallion-mixed tofu.

"Lord Shen, please wait." I stopped and looked at him with boredom.

"Lord Shen, I have a box of century-old ginseng here. If you don't mind, please accept it to give me face."

I took the bribe from his hand and put it in my sleeve: "Thank you."

"You're too kind, Lord Shen."

"I'm leaving now, nothing else."

"Please take care, Lord Shen."

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With no one around, I opened the box to see if there were any silver notes inside. Heh heh, so many gifts these past few days! Enough to build Qianqing a new house. The transvestite plan must succeed. I have the start-up capital now.

I opened the box, and the century-old ginseng had been upgraded to a thousand-year-old radish. A thick stack of silver notes caught my eye. Good, such a good official deserves a reward.

I just don't understand why Qianqing and Chouqian don't like such good people. Every time I report their achievements, they're sure to be in trouble the next day, but there are still batches of high-ranking officials bribing me. Sigh! It's not that I'm encouraging corruption, it's that everyone is striving towards corruption!

"Ziyi..."

I put away the gift, dusted myself off, and got up.

"Ziyi..."

I won't report it this time, and I won't let anyone know, so my wallet can get fatter and fatter.

"Ziyi..."

I turned around, walked through the air, through the flower bushes, and looked at the artificial hill in the distance, and said, "What?"

"You're still angry."

"I wouldn't dare." Who do you think you are?! The number one scholar of Dongqing, the famous Prime Minister, I've lived long enough to be angry with you.

"Ziyi, I was wrong that day."

I've never met a master who can say sorry without any emotion.

"Ziyi, don't be angry."

I rolled up my sleeves, ready to get going.

Chouqian quickly grabbed me, "Ziyi, listen to me."

"No." I will never talk to you again.

Upon hearing this, Chou Qian inexplicably curled up the corners of his mouth: "Zi Yi, give me another chance."

I shifted my gaze to him: "I can't help but..."

Before I could finish speaking, damn it! The temperature plummeted to below zero degrees Celsius.

"No, it was my oversight last time, it won't happen again."

I wrapped my coat tighter around myself; the rapid shifts between hot and cold were too much for me to keep up with: "I can forgive you..."

"Really?" Chouqian excitedly tried to hug me, but I stopped him: "No, first help me arrange for the transvestite to meet Yanxiaolou, and I'll forgive you."