Apocalyptic Heavenly Master's Plane Trading System

She came from an apocalypse, a world forsaken! She acquired an apocalyptic plane trading system, and only by trading with an apocalyptic plane could she survive.

To stay alive, she desperatel...

Chapter 70

Zhao Yuxiang stared wide-eyed at the six little babies lined up on the bed, her pupils dilating in shock.

"Where did this come from?" Zhao Yuxiang thought that perhaps she hadn't fully woken up from her dream yet.

"Mom, they are all orphans, and I plan to adopt them. I will find other people to take care of them. You just need to keep an eye on the people taking care of the children every day, and you don't need to worry about anything else. I will have someone take over the shop. As for this place, I only trust you and cannot tolerate any mistakes."

The sound of a text message coming in made Yuan Zhuan pause. He glanced at it, said, "Mom, I'll talk to you later," and came out of the house. Fu Dong was already waiting at the door, with three women standing beside him. They were smiling, with their hands at their sides, neatly dressed and poised.

“Master,” Fu Dong said with a smile.

"Just call me Yuan Zhuan."

“Okay, Yuan Zhuan. They are handpicked by me, trustworthy, and specially trained nannies by the Fu family.”

"Okay, I'll call you tonight. Come in with me." Yuan Zhuan's gaze swept over the three of them, quite satisfied.

"I have only three rules here: First, take good care of my brothers; second, do not look at, listen to, ask about, or spread anything here, and do not leave your post without permission; third, listen to your wife."

"Yes, Miss." The three replied respectfully.

"Mom, the name tags on their chests are their names. Children under one year old should not leave this yard. If you need anything, just tell me."

"Okay." Zhao Yuxiang was a little stunned when she saw the three people who were well-mannered and had an extraordinary temperament, and when she looked at her daughter who was completely unfamiliar in the sunlight. When she heard Yuan Zhuan's instructions, she could only mumble a reply.

Yuan Zhuan knew that Zhao Yuxiang was somewhat frightened.

"Mom, come with me; the child is inside, you can go in."

"Yes, Miss."

Zhao Yuxiang followed Yuan Zhuan back to her room, somewhat silent and stiff. She suddenly didn't know how to face Yuan Zhuan. Was the person in front of her really her daughter, Zhao Yuxiang?

After closing the door, Yuan Zhuan turned around and saw Zhao Yuxiang looking at her with a surprised and uncertain expression. When she saw Zhao Yuxiang turn around, she even became nervous.

"Mom..." Yuan Zhuan sighed, which eased Zhao Yuxiang's tension considerably.

"Zhuanzhuan, Mom knows what you want to say, and it's not that Mom doesn't understand, it's just that I need some time to adjust. Zhuanzhuan, give Mom some time, and Mom will definitely be able to adjust very well, okay?" Grabbing her daughter's hand and pulling her to sit down on the stool, Zhao Yuxiang's tone carried a hint of pleading.

Her daughter suddenly became so outstanding; the leap was too great, and she was somewhat unaccustomed to it.

"Mom, I am your Zhuanzhuan, and also Zhuzhu's older sister. We are family, and that fact will never change."

"Mom understands."

"Mom, I'm moving forward, and Piggy is growing up too. Shouldn't you be working harder too? I've started a company, and from now on, you'll have to manage it for me."

Zhao Yuxiang: ...

"Didn't we agree to give Mom some time to recover?" Zhao Yuxiang said, feeling a headache coming on.

Her daughter was so outstanding that she felt like a useless person in comparison.

"You've calmed down now, haven't you? I've found you a tutor who'll be here tomorrow. Let's start with languages, English and German, going hand in hand." Yuan Zhuan smiled and took his mother's arm, unaware that she looked like she was about to faint.

I'm over thirty, and I still need to keep learning!

She has such a hard life! So tragic!!

Yuan Zhuan subtly curled her lips, busy with her work, with no time to let her mind wander.

"Aunt Yang, I need to leave for a week. I'll have to trouble you with things at school and home."

"Leave everything to me, you can go without worry. Be careful."

On the other end of the phone, Yang Ailan laughed gently, but Xu Qing frowned beside her. After finally waiting for his mother to hang up, he quickly went over and hooked his arm around his mother's neck. "Mom, have you and Dad been brainwashed by that little girl? Why are you treating me and Xiaoyu better than you are?"

"Although Zhuanzhuan hasn't changed her way of addressing you, your father and I treat her like our daughter. Her affairs are our family affairs. Don't keep calling her 'little girl' anymore. If you make Zhuanzhuan angry, I'll spank you until you're sore!" Yang Ailan gently patted the back of her son's head and gritted her teeth as she gave him her instructions.

"Mom, are you serious?!" Xu Qing exclaimed, clutching her head in frustration. "Mom, tell me, was I adopted? Huh?"

"Of course she was adopted. Zhuanzhuan is the real biological child." Xu Yu came downstairs and glared at her brother. She and Zhuanzhuan got along very well, and she didn't want her big brother, this blockhead, to cause any trouble.

"Xu Yu, are you asking for a beating...?"

The Xu family was in a complete mess, and Yuan Zhuan had already gotten into the car sent by Fu Dong and headed to the airport.

"Dear passengers, this is flight 1113 bound for Orange Isle..." Accompanied by Fu Dong, Yuan Zhuan and Wu Tianqing boarded the plane to Orange Isle together.

On his first mission with his boss, Wu Tianqing's performance was very much in line with the qualities of a bodyguard, meticulous and rigorous, which drew frequent glances from Fu Dong along the way.

When they took their seats, Fu Dong and Yuan Zhuan sat in a row. "Where did you find such a treasure?" He didn't look like an ordinary person.

"Did Fu Nanbei and the others say anything when they went back?" Yuan Zhuan asked in return.

“They’re my dad’s men. They’ll only report to my dad when they go back, not to me.” Fu Dong shrugged, reclined his chair, and let out a long sigh.

"Miss, would you like to lie down?" Wu Tianqing's voice came from behind.

"No, I'll read for a while."

Wu Tianqing nodded, adjusted his seat, and sat up straight.

Although they were in first class, it didn't mean they were safe. After all, this was the next head of the Fu family. He had already memorized the Fu family's information. After all, they would be frequently interacting with Miss Fu in the future. Knowing your enemy and yourself will ensure victory in every battle. Although the Fu family's glory days were over, who could say that Fu Dong's return wasn't the beginning of another glorious chapter?

Actually, being suddenly summoned back in the middle of the night and revealing his true self really surprised Yuan Zhuan.

If she hadn't revealed it herself, he would never have discovered, even on the day he died, that his new boss was actually an eight-year-old girl.

How could someone be so powerful as to completely ignore the laws of nature and science? She simply raised her hand, and before he could even react, his whole body went limp, completely powerless to resist. He didn't even understand how she moved her hand. If someone like that were to kill him, he would probably die with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

Then she said, "If you follow me, I will make you stronger."

Wu Tianqing admitted that he was persuaded and did not hesitate at all.

The plane arrived on time, and the car that was supposed to pick me up was already waiting in the square.

As Yuan Zhuan and his group exited the airport gate, they saw several men in black craning their necks to look inside.

"Yuan Zhuan, wait a minute, let's change direction. Those people are suspicious." Fu Dong lowered his head, a hat was on his head, and Wu Tianqing had already stepped forward, blocking Yuan Zhuan's view. Fu Dong's two bodyguards did the same.

As they made their way to the underground parking lot, Fu Dong's people started making phone calls to the person who was supposed to pick them up.