"Can a chicken really turn into a phoenix? Be careful not to be blinded by this sudden wealth. It's easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but it's hard to go back to frugality!"

This statement clearly indicates a lack of confidence in Shu Jia's future.

"Men will always prefer eighteen-year-old girls. Shu Jia is doing well now because she gave birth to twins. Just wait and see, she'll just be a baby-making machine in the future."

"I heard that Shu Jia was Zhuo Zhiyuan's high school classmate. Although their family backgrounds are very different, they can be considered childhood sweethearts!"

"Tch—what kind of childhood sweethearts are these? The real childhood sweethearts are Ye Zijing and Ji Siyuan, but Ji Siyuan still doesn't like Ye Zijing, and Ye Zijing is still in the US!"

"The novelty hasn't worn off yet, right? Just like dating, there's always an ambiguous period, a passionate period, and a cooling-off period. Right now, it's still the passionate period, but maybe in two years it will cool off, and the couple will live separate lives. Haven't you seen enough examples like this?"

After the woman said this, everyone fell silent.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, the main purpose of this group in the future will be for arranged marriages.

You can live a worry-free life, but when it comes to relationships, finding a soulmate is incredibly rare.

These socialites, who received elite education from a young age, are all sophisticated egoists.

For them, love is certainly important, but it's just a spice in a boring life.

Of course, if your partner is excellent, that's great. Who doesn't have a tendency to compare and show off?

"Well, you know what, maybe Zhuo Zhiyuan and Shu Jia's relationship has already started to cool down."

At the last Xingheng Group business dinner, Zhuo Zhiyuan's female companion wasn't Shu Jia or Minmin. Shouldn't the parties involved explain this?

As soon as the woman finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to the one who spoke the least and was the most beautiful in the crowd.

Gu Yimin is the only daughter of the current chairman of Xingheng Group.

Due to congenital deficiencies and a weak constitution, he has been living abroad for recuperation since childhood.

He didn't return to China until he graduated from university.

Gu Yimin has a reserved and quiet personality. Her family background is one of the best among this group of people, but because she is taciturn, she quietly becomes the background amidst everyone's chatter.

Gu Yimin wouldn't have shown herself if someone hadn't mentioned her name at that moment.

She thought for a while before saying, "Dad and the Zhuo family are planning a collaborative project soon. I'm in charge of the project's publicity, so I've been in contact with him more lately. But apart from work-related collaborations, there's really nothing between us."

If it weren't for that last sentence, it would have been fine; everyone would have assumed it was just business, and that the two had only been in frequent contact recently. But Gu Yimin's last sentence immediately made everyone present speculate wildly.

"Tsk tsk tsk—Minmin, Zhuo Zhiyuan is excellent, but he's a father now. However, you should still be careful not to get involved. Being a stepmother isn't easy."

"..."

Shu Jia didn't want to listen to the jeers and gossip that followed.

She felt a little uneasy at that moment.

To be honest, her relationship with Zhuo Zhiyuan wasn't very good to begin with, but in the end, because of the child, she selfishly tied Zhuo Zhiyuan to herself.

Shu Jia, returning to the banquet hall from the garden, was completely in no mood for anything else.

After Zhuo Zhiyuan finished exchanging pleasantries with the group and came out to find Shu Jia, he saw her sitting alone in a corner drinking, with empty wine glasses all around the table.

Zhuo Zhiyuan quickly walked a few steps to meet him.

"Shu Jia, let's go back."

"It's you, Zhuo Zhiyuan!"

"Otherwise, who else would have left and gone back?"

Zhuo Zhiyuan helped Shu Jia up, greeted his host, and left.

He was walking unsteadily, clearly very drunk.

After getting Shu Jia into the car, Zhuo Zhiyuan was covered in a light sweat.

The driver was very perceptive and lowered the partition curtain, creating a closed space in the back of the car.

Loosening his tie and taking off his coat, Zhuo Zhiyuan leaned back and sighed comfortably.

But Shu Jia, who was next to her, kept muttering and humming to herself.

Zhuo Zhiyuan leaned down and listened intently for a moment, then heard: "Zhuo Zhiyuan, you bastard—you've ruined my life."

Zhuo Zhiyuan: "..."

He shouldn't have been so curious; what could possibly be nice coming from Shu Jia's mouth?

"Waaaaah—Zhuo Zhiyuan, are you regretting it?"

Shu Jia, who was just cursing, suddenly started crying again.

Zhuo Zhiyuan was completely bewildered: "Regret? Regret what?"

"You regret marrying me, you regret having children, you regret that your life has been tied down by me."

Wow—is Shu Jia really drunk? She's even speaking in parallel sentences!

Zhuo Zhiyuan thought about it casually.

Do you regret marrying Shu Jia?

To be honest, Zhuo Zhiyuan hasn't thought about this question yet.

To say I regret it, I don't think so. After all, the blood ties and hometown connections between the children are undeniable.

Life with Shu Jia like this isn't bad. There's no passionate, dramatic romance, but living a peaceful and ordinary life is quite nice. The only downside is...

Thinking of this, Zhuo Zhiyuan's eyes darkened slightly.

He was, after all, a man full of youthful vigor.

I can't spend my whole life with Wu Guniang.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Zhiyuan looked at Shu Jia with a hint of resentment.

Shu Jia was still rambling on to herself, her tone even quite sad: "If you find someone you like, you must tell me immediately. I promise that my child and I will never disturb your life again..."

Zhuo Zhiyuan glanced suspiciously at Shu Jia, who was still apologizing incessantly, his eyes filled with doubt. What happened tonight? What's wrong with Shu Jia again?

Before he could get any clear answers, Shu Jia fell asleep while talking.

Zhuo Zhiyuan: ...

The car drove smoothly to the entrance of the Zhuo family's house and stopped.

Zhuo Zhiyuan tried to wake Shu Jia, but Shu Jia was fast asleep, and if you listened carefully, you could hear faint snoring.

"What a pig."

Zhuo Zhiyuan made a disdainful remark.

After getting out of the car, he carried Shu Jia directly to the bedroom.

"Not only is it a pig, it's also really heavy!"

Without any hesitation, Zhuo Zhiyuan tossed Shu Jia onto the bedroom sofa, then casually threw off the coat he had been carrying, freeing his hands and finally feeling comfortable.