Father Yong didn't care at all what his wife was saying; at this moment, all he could see was his sleeping grandson.
Whether he is satisfied with this daughter-in-law or not, he will have no complaints about her because she gave birth to his grandson.
"Considering that your son got pregnant with her grandson not long after they got together, you should treat her better. Judging from her physique, she should be quite fertile. Regardless of whether she can give us a few more grandsons in the future, she is already a meritorious person in our Marquis's mansion."
Mother Yong rolled her eyes silently. "Don't worry, sir. Don't you know me? I would never embarrass her in front of outsiders. If word gets out, it will be that I, as her mother-in-law, am very satisfied with my daughter-in-law. I can handle this kind of thing."
Father Yong nodded and didn't say anything more. Seeing his grandson sleeping so soundly, it seemed as if all his fatigue had disappeared, and he was especially happy.
The entire Marquis's mansion was almost entirely staffed by Yong Xingchen, who was determined not to let anyone who harmed his precious pearl and child go unpunished.
Because Wen Miaomiao had been locked up in the small Buddhist hall, there were very few people available to help, so they quickly found out everything.
As expected, the Marquis of Anshun's family intervened again this time. However, they did not intend to do anything to the child. They planned to remove the mother and keep the child, so that their daughter could become a ready-made mother. However, Tang Baozhu saw through their plan at a glance.
The plan was aborted before it even began. After finding out the truth, Yong Xingchen went straight to his father. He felt that he could no longer tolerate Wen Miaomiao and the Marquis of Anshun's mansion.
Moreover, if the problem is not resolved, Baozhu and his son will be in danger. He simply cannot bear the thought of his beloved and his son living in constant fear.
"Father, Mother, this time I must divorce Wen no matter what. I am really worried about the safety of the child. I was lucky this time that I was found out. But if I am not found out next time, will Baozhu and the child be in trouble? I can't bear to think about it. I hope you will grant my request."
If it were from the beginning, Yong's father and mother might not have accepted their son's proposal, but seeing their grandson sleeping soundly, they nodded in agreement so that he could grow up safely in the future.
"Alright, since the Marquis of Anshun's mansion has interfered again, I will help you resolve this matter. For the sake of my grandson, that poisonous woman really cannot be allowed to remain in the Marquis's mansion any longer."
Yong Xingchen and his son were incredibly fast. Before Tang Baozhu could even react, the former wife of the heir apparent was divorced and sent back to her parents' home.
When she found out, she was overjoyed. As long as that poisonous woman was not in the Marquis's mansion, she thought her son could grow up safely.
Looking at Yong Xingchen, who was trying to take credit for her, Tang Baozhu planned to reward him properly after her full moon celebration. For now, she could only say sweet words to comfort him.
"Thanks to Xingchen, if it weren't for Xingchen protecting us, we would have met with all sorts of accidents long ago."
She looked at him with adoration, making him raise his eyebrows; if she had a tail, it would probably be sticking up.
“You are the person I love, and our son is the one you gave birth to. It is my duty to protect you and your son. Father has named our son Yong Ankang, hoping that he will grow up safely and healthily. I don’t expect him to be very successful, just that he will live a peaceful life.”
After Yong Xingchen finished speaking, he was worried that Baozhu would be unhappy, since he hadn't discussed it with her. "What do you think of this name? If you don't like it, you can give him a nickname, and then you can just call him by his nickname when you're at home."
Tang Baozhu had no objection to the name. For someone as wealthy as her, she didn't care about other nice-sounding names. This name, which expressed her wish for him to grow up safely and healthily, was quite good.
"The name my father chose is quite good, I have no objection. As for his nickname, we can just call him An'an, it's simple and easy to remember."
Yong Xingchen nodded. In fact, even if Baozhu had objections, there was nothing he could do. After all, his father had given him the name, and he didn't even have the right to disobey his father.
He was initially very excited to name his son, but after he finished and went to show his name to his father, his father snatched the right to name the son away, and he had no way to resist.
"An'an is a nice nickname, let's call him An'an from now on. By the way, some of the flowers in the courtyard where we used to live have already bloomed, do you have any plans for them?"
Yong Xingchen remembered that Baozhu had said she wanted to sell those flowers to save more money. Although he didn't understand why Baozhu, who was already so rich, wanted to earn more money.
But since I've remembered this matter, I'll help her get it done.
Tang Baozhu also remembered those flowers, some of which were grown from seeds from the cultivation world, and people in this mortal world had probably never even seen them before.
"Transplant the flowers in the yard that have sprouted seedlings, and sell the ones that can be sold. I like to save money as much as possible. You can't keep any money for yourself in the future; you have to save it all for our son."
Looking at Baozhu's greedy expression, Yong Xingchen nodded with amusement. "Where would I have any secret savings now? I've given you all my secret savings. If I want to have a drink with my colleagues, I have to ask you for money. You've got me under your thumb. Aren't you happy?"
It's only because Yong Xingchen was willing to be managed by Baozhu that he could be completely out of sight, let alone have all his private savings managed by her.
Tang Baozhu was becoming more and more satisfied with Yong Xingchen. She didn't even need to ask him or give him any subtle hints. Not long after moving into the Marquis's mansion, he handed over all his private account books.
Seeing how understanding he was, Tang Baozhu decided to like him a little more, but that was all.
"You're still in your postpartum period, so you don't need to worry about so much. Just leave it to me. Once the flowers are sold out, you can just start counting the money."
"You're so kind, sir."
Tang Baozhu felt that she was now a very wealthy woman. This was not only the wealth in her space, but also the money she had earned in the past year or so, which had already made her a very wealthy woman.
The items sold in the shop probably boosted sales and made the shop famous, attracting people from as far away as Jiangnan to buy them. Business was booming.
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