As expected, a mother and her child are of one mind. Little Zun Zun seed to babble in her arms, and Chenxing hugged Little Zun Zun tighter, feeling comforted; turning her head to see Little Sheng Sheng with his clear eyes sharing her anger, Chenxing felt even better. People were right: relying on n wasn’t as good as relying on sons. Luckily, she had two!
Then she saw the 3D glasses not yet put away on the bedside table, grabbed them instantly, and threw them into the trash can!
She tossed the remote control in as well, then dialed the intercom and told the servant, "Co over and empty the trash can in my room."
Alright, she was really angry and needed to vent.
As Fei put it, she was so full of anger that she discarded all the little gadgets that the gentleman had carefully arranged in the villa as if they were trash. Fei’s adjective was "sulking with the gentleman"; other bodyguards also used various adjectives to describe it, like "jealousy unbearable," "a lonely young wife," "bristling with anger," "what’s intolerable is intolerable," and this situation escalated over ti.
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The night before Gu Shaocheng received a call from Wang Yuanyuan, he was still drinking and chatting with a few key mbers of the Skull Society. He visited them one by one, hoping to revoke the deal made years ago using the child.
Canceling the deal wasn’t as easy as he imagined!
He maneuvered in Arica for almost four days, but his usually easy-going partners were unwilling to relent an inch. That night, when dining with those "uncooperative big-shot" partners, they haggled over terms, and Gu Shaocheng even offered his underground factory for free. That factory was a production base for essential parts of Arican aircraft carriers, where he was a production contractor, and the component templates were uniquely developed by his own intelligent team.
Once he said this, several people’s eyes at the table indeed lit up, showing obvious interest!
But what puzzled Gu Shaocheng was that even so, they wouldn’t relent, demanding Gu Shaocheng hand over one of his sons: "NO, Shaocheng, even though your offer is tempting, we can’t accept canceling the deal!"
"This deal has always been a tradition in our Skull Society. Any mber who needs help must sign a deal to enjoy all resource sharing and support from the Skull Society. It’s not just you; other mbers do this, too. How can we explain to the other mbers if we change it privately? Your child is precious, and soone else’s child is precious too. If other families can hand over their children, why can’t yours?"
Gu Shaocheng was really angry but kept suppressing his temper: "I could provide a dozen children if needed, so why must it be my biological son!"
Isn’t this deliberately putting children in a pit?
"Of course, it has to be the heir of the Gu Family. A paternity test is required; it must be your biological son. Other children won’t do. We’ll send soone to pick him up when he turns one year old!"
"Is there really no compromise? You can na any other conditions! Although letting the Skull Society train the child is acceptable, my wife might punish by making kneel on a washboard." Gu Shaocheng lit a cigarette, his whole body sinking into the soft leather back of the wheelchair, emanating an aura not to be trifled with.
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