Spending the Villain's Money to Extend My Life

It was, however, like spring time to Gu Shishi while staying at the postnatal center.

The suite that cost upward of 7-digit a month was, naturally, very comfortable.

Even her son seemed so docile. His feeding time was adjusted to a regular and reasonable schedule and, on top of that, he drank a good amount every time. That, too, allowed Gu Shishi to sleep nicely.

Her super handsome husband had been working out of the center to be with her and help out with diaper duties.

She didn’t need to worry about any everyday items at all.

“Let me show you. Old Mrs. Huo barely contacted me these last few years but had a 180-degree change recently and been hitting me up on WeChat every day. All she ever talks about is your son.”

Old Mrs. Chen accompanied Chen Kexin on her visit.

The old lady didn’t have a lot going on and, as much, had visited Gu Shishi often.

Somehow Old Mrs. Huo caught wind that Old Mrs. Chen visited often and would hit her up every day and talked about random stuff and, in the end, would always end up asking how was the baby’s appetite; did the mother have enough milk; the baby had opened his eyes, had smiled… etc. etc.

Old Mrs. Chen had always thought that the child was cute and was happy to chat with Old Mrs. Huo on these topics that bored the young.

Partly, it was also because she could put herself in Old Mrs. Huo’s shoes and knew that when one grew old, one cared nothing more than one’s grandchildren and great grandchildren, which was why she had engaged Old Mrs. Huo.

“She was both hateful and pitiful. I don’t get what is going through her mind at this age. It had been so many years; how could she still not have it figured out?” said Old Mrs. Chen as she flipped through her log, showing it to Gu Shishi.

Gu Shishi glanced at them and handed Old Mrs. Chen’s phone back to her.

She didn’t opine on it. It was obvious that this was not a subject that interested her.

Gu Shishi finally smiled and started talking when Chen Kexin returned with soup dumplings from a restaurant outside. “You should try them while they are still hot. This restaurant next door makes very good soup dumplings. I’ve stealthily had one or two in addition to my postnatal meal. It smelled so good that even my baby opened his eyes and cried.”

“Hahaha, what nonsense. It’s milk that he wanted.”

Old Mrs. Chen didn’t know what to make of Gu Shishi’s comment.

But, understanding that Gu Shishi didn’t want anything to do with the Huo family, she stopped talking about them.

She picked up a soup dumpling from her granddaughter and chewed it slowly.

“It is quite good.”

She smiled with her eyes narrowed.

“I am going plead a painting of soup dumpling from you later so I can hang it up in my living room.”

Chen Kexin interjected in a timely fashion, “My sister-in-law is pregnant too. They are referring to it as xiaolongbao (soup dumpling).”

Gu Shishi almost busted out laughing.

She turned and glanced over at Huo Sishen, who was sitting there straightly.

She had wanted a cute nickname for their child too, something along the line of xiaohuntun (wonton), xiaobaozi (bun), xiaotangyuan…… something cute like that.

But Huo Sishen objected to it adamantly. He liked A the most, the first letter in Greek and they had finally agreed on Aleph.

“It sounds good,” said Gu Shishi as she winked at Huo Sishen.

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During Gu Shishi’s stay at the postnatal center, Huajian’s Imperial City tour had launched their campaign and started their online sales. The entire tour reached a new high in pricing. 5-day Imperial City tour and 4-day Great Wall tour, all of them costing in the 6-digit range.

Not only would there be a tour guide introducing the history the entire way, customers would also receive a complete set of Huajian skincare product and an ink painting booklet that matched those in the video.

This super luxurious tour that far exceeded the worth of the trip itself sold over 100 on the first day of launch.