Ever since she stopped writing novels, Huang Wanzhen had followed Miss Green's advice and signed up for a French elective class. She was currently memorizing French vocabulary when she heard this. She looked up at Huang Dongshi and said, "Although she's a martial artist, she's still not fully grown. When we get back to the house, tell her not to pick so many at once. Otherwise, she'll be weighed down and won't grow taller, which would be a big deal."

Huang Dong bit the thread with her teeth and said, "Okay, I'll tell her, this girl is good, her eyes are full of life, she starts working as soon as she opens her eyes at five o'clock, and she is busy all day long."

Huang Wanzhen curled her lips and disagreed, "With this personality, it means a lifetime of hard work. I don't see where it's good."

Mrs. Huang glared at Huang Wanzhen. "You're destined to be a hard worker, too. I've got you two sisters, and I'm destined to be a hard worker for the rest of my life. How many women in this world aren't destined to be a hard worker? Even men with decent jobs have to go out to work. If you don't want to be a hard worker, then you should be reborn as the youngest son of an aristocratic family in your next life. You won't have to support the family, and when the family is divided, you'll get some of the property. You won't have to gamble or spend it recklessly, so you don't have to work so hard."

Huang Wanzhen stopped memorizing words and teased Huang Dongshi, "Why? Do you want to be reborn as the youngest son of an aristocratic family in your next life?"

Mrs. Huang Dong shook her head. "How could I dare to hope to be reborn as the youngest son of a noble family? I'm lucky to be reborn as a human. Buddha said that rebirth after death is like a blind turtle passing through the round hole of a raft. I'm not that kind of good person, so there's no way I can be reborn as a human after death. I just hope that during Qingming Festival and Cold Clothes Festival, you can burn some paper money and clothes and bedding for me, so that I won't suffer in the underworld."

"Hey! Speaking of this, I'm worried. Your sister is now with that guy surnamed Qiu. Even if she gives birth to a son, I guess he won't be named Huang. I can only count on you."

This sentence made Huang Wanzhen's scalp tingle. "Don't you still have Zhenzhen? Start cultivating her male chauvinism from now on, and then find her a son-in-law to give you a grandson."

Mrs. Huang glared at Huang Wanzhen again, "What nonsense are you talking about? Can I live to that age?"

Huang Wanzhen rolled her eyes. "Even if I lose you, I still have me. I can burn paper for you while I find a son for Zhenzhen. When Zhenzhen gives birth to a son, I will teach him how to burn paper for you first."

Mrs. Huang rolled her eyes, packed up her sewing basket, picked it up and walked out. "You're so irresponsible! You're not as reliable as Zhenzhen."

Mrs. Huang's mouth seemed to be blessed. Just a few days after she chatted with Huang Wanzhen, she received a letter saying that Huang Wanshu was pregnant.

The letter was brought by a rickshaw driver, who also asked Mrs. Huang for two cents, saying that it was the money promised to him by the lady who delivered the letter.

Huang Dongshi opened the letter and frowned at first glance, thinking, this girl's handwriting is not only ugly, but also full of typos. After reading it patiently, she guessed and concluded that the girl had a son. The word "有" (you) was written wrong, with an extra horizontal stroke. The word "子" (son) was correct.

"How does she know she's pregnant with a son? What if it's a daughter? The baby hasn't been born yet!" After Mrs. Huang Dong told Huang Wanzhen about this, Huang Wanzhen looked at the messy words and expressed a different opinion.

"Pa—" Mrs. Huang slapped Huang Wanzhen on the back. "Can you watch your mouth? You're saying all these unlucky things. Luckily your sister didn't hear it, otherwise she would definitely get angry with you again."

Huang Wanzhen snorted, "Tsk—" and threw the paper directly on the table. "If you don't want me to tell you, then don't tell me. I don't want to get involved in her mess!"

Seeing Huang Wanzhen's stubborn temper, Mrs. Huang Dong began to stroke her hair again, "Mother said the wrong thing, don't take it to heart. Sisters are sisters, and there is no overnight hatred. Your sister is thinking about you too. Look, the letter also asked if you had any good news about your pregnancy. She didn't know about your divorce yet."

Huang Wanzhen couldn't help but roll her eyes at the rooftop. "Is she thinking about me? From what I know about her train of thought, she's probably showing off to me."

"I just don't understand. Qiu Guangrong didn't even give her a name. She gave birth to a child and brought bad reputation to the child. What is there to be proud of?"

"Qiu Guangrong is obviously unreliable. In two years, Qiu Guangrong won't want her anymore. She won't even be able to raise a child, let alone herself! Giving birth to a child would simply mean he'd suffer in this world."

"You aunties and grandmas are always promoting the idea that having many children means more blessings. You think you are blessed, but you never think about whether your children are suffering."

"What nonsense are you talking about?! Mr. Qiu doesn't want her anymore, but I want her. It's just right for me to bring the child back with me to be my eldest grandson." Huang Wanzhen's words really hit Huang Dongshi's heart. Although she knew that her eldest daughter was not doing well, she had no choice. She couldn't really watch her own flesh and blood die. She couldn't do it.

"What if it's not the eldest grandson, but the second granddaughter?"

"I want a granddaughter too. Our family is short of people. More people means more people to burn paper." Huang Dongshi suddenly had an idea. "Hey! Wanzhen, didn't you get divorced? If your sister's baby is really a girl, she can be your daughter."

Huang Wanzhen was so scared that she waved her hands repeatedly, "No, don't drag me into that trap of yours, I don't know how to raise a child."

"You don't know how to raise a child, but I can. I'll help you." Mrs. Huang Dong thought her idea was great. This way, she wouldn't have to worry about her second daughter's future life. Even if she didn't have a son, it would be good to have a daughter.

"Really, Wanzhen, you are still young. If you meet someone you like in the future, you can get married. If you have children, I won't say anything. If you don't have children, then my second granddaughter will be your daughter!" Mrs. Huang helped Huang Wanzhen calculate it clearly.

But Huang Wanzhen didn't appreciate it. "Mom, can we stop imagining this? My sister is pregnant with the Qiu family's child. She still has to use the child to tie a man down. How could she possibly give it to you?"

Most women in this era are not good at communicating. They have their own set of thinking circuits and can only hear what they think is right. If someone says something that is different from their thinking circuit, they will think that person is speaking in a sarcastic way. Even if they feel embarrassed, they will be very kind to help others translate it and record it in their brains.

"I don't care what you do, but you can't use my name to deceive other people's children. If I find out, I will kill you for the sake of justice." Huang Wanzhen's words were three-quarters true and seven-quarters false. She scared Huang Dongshi once, and then put the matter behind her.

Because Christmas is approaching, the family of Su Baoling, Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs, is going to hold a banquet. It is said that even the British Ambassador to China will attend. Xu Shengyi's family has also received an invitation. Xu's father Xu Shirong will bring his wife Xu and daughter to attend the banquet.

When Huang Wanzhen went to tutor Xu Shengyi, she was invited to the front hall by the steward Xu.