Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 949 - 950: Toxic Fatherly Love 82

Zhang Yu looked at the son lying beside her. Well, the second child was still a son, and her face was full of displeasure.

"Shouldn’t it have been the character for ’good’?" Zhang Yu was quite frustrated.

Zhang Yu was unhappy, but Li Cuifen and the others were thrilled, discussing who the baby resembled more.

Even Da Bao had joined in. As for Zhang Yu, sighing endlessly on the side, no one paid her any attention at all.

Ever since she got pregnant a second time, Zhang Yu had been praying every day, hoping for a daughter.

As for Feng Ji, he didn’t mind whether it was a son or a daughter. After all, they were his children. Having more sons was fine; the family business was big, and more help couldn’t hurt.

Having a daughter would also be good. Raise her well, and she could take on the family legacy—not to mention daughters are as warm as a "little cotton-padded jacket."

In contrast, Li Cuifen, Old Lady Feng, and even Da Bao all hoped for a son. The old ladies made their position clear: for a big family and big business, you need more sons.

Da Bao envisioned a younger brother as someone he could bring along to fight with other kids, a reliable backup.

Now that they had another boy, wasn’t that just what all three of them wanted?

Feng Ji noticed Zhang Yu’s discontented expression and walked over. "Sons are good too. Sons can be thoughtful as well."

"Look at our Da Bao; isn’t he really sensible?" Sure, their boy could be unruly at times—extremely so. But when he was sensible, he was truly sensible, exceptionally so.

Zhang Yu admitted Da Bao was a considerate child. "But the issue is, as boys grow older, there are certain things they won’t share with their moms."

"Some things can only be shared with daughters."

"And besides, when I take Da Bao clothes shopping now, if I ask him to try on a couple more outfits, his face immediately darkens. He keeps complaining about how troublesome it is."

"But if I had a daughter, these issues wouldn’t exist."

"I could go shopping with my daughter, wear matching mother-daughter outfits, and dress her up beautifully."

"I’ve already planned out how I’d style our little girl." She even dreamed about it, drafting plenty of ideas in her sleep.

But now, the reality was so harsh. Zhang Yu was thoroughly displeased.

Was it just about this? Feng Ji listened to Zhang Yu’s reasons, thought about them, and still couldn’t quite understand. But since his wife had said so, that must mean she was right.

"When Da Bao gets married, you can go shopping with his wife and dress her up?"

"Or how about arranging a childhood betrothal?"

"Didn’t you say last time..." Feng Ji recalled how, at a gathering with friends, Zhang Yu had gone on and on praising a particular little girl as amazing.

If that was the case, couldn’t Zhang Yu spend more time around that family? Wouldn’t that solve the problem?

Looking at Feng Ji’s expression—like this wasn’t a big issue—Zhang Yu could only take a deep breath and remind herself to stay calm. At least Feng Ji was trying to come up with solutions.

If it were any other man, he might think she was making a fuss over nothing. If he didn’t scold her, that would already be a miracle.

"Forget it; let’s not play these games. It wouldn’t sound good if word got out—everyone would think we arranged a childhood betrothal."

"If the kids grow up and still want to be together, then of course that’d be ideal. A happy ending for everyone."

"But if they grow up and don’t like each other, that’s fine too. Part ways amicably."

"The real problem is when one likes the other, but the other doesn’t reciprocate and likes someone else. That’s when it gets messy."

Having participated in so many matchmaking missions, childhood sweethearts ending up together? Honestly, it wasn’t very common.

Zhang Yu didn’t want anything like that to happen. "And besides, more and more people are trying to curry favor with our family now. It’s best to avoid unnecessary complications when we can."

Life just went on like that. Zhang Yu’s career, though successful, didn’t have the same explosive growth as before. It was now just a small workshop chugging along steadily.

The invitations coming to their house were leveling up in prestige. Zhang Yu didn’t think this reflected her own power. If anything, their climb upward likely owed more to Feng Ji’s career advancements.

Feng Ji never tried to hide this from Zhang Yu. "My career is just what it is, still focused on research."

Research wasn’t easy. It could take a year to yield results—or fail altogether. "Some of the projects I previously invested in didn’t pan out."

"But a few of them succeeded. And they developed pretty nicely."

"A lot of investment funds are looking to get in on it." Feng Ji had overheard a friend mention it the last time, though he had been too busy heading into the lab to delve deeper.

"If you’re calling it ’pretty nice,’ it must mean it made serious money." If it were just a small project or the profits were modest, Feng Ji wouldn’t make such a remark.

"It’s okay," Feng Ji said calmly, naming a figure. "It should be even more now."

Zhang Yu had braced herself for the blow, but when she heard the amount, she really didn’t know what to say. "I work so hard, traveling for business, bustling around—"

"But the money I make doesn’t even compare. Not by a long shot."

Zhang Yu sighed helplessly. "I—honestly, I don’t even know what to say."

"Forget it. You’re in the business of making money make more money. It’s faster." What else could Zhang Yu say? Feng Ji was an investment mogul; there was no shortage of people lining up to throw money at him.

"I invited you to join in, but you didn’t want to." Feng Ji chuckled at the frustrated Zhang Yu.

"Forget it. With my meager assets, tagging along behind you would just make people wonder if I was some pauper clinging to wealth."

"I’ll stick to buying properties and commercial spaces." While there were still no purchasing restrictions, Zhang Yu was frantically buying up properties and shops.

Others bought properties to resell when prices appreciated, but she bought high-quality assets simply to rent out. She had no intention to sell.

If she ever sold, it would only be for upgrading assets. For now, the returns looked solid. As housing prices kept climbing, her investments would stand out in due time.

"Buying properties and commercial spaces is also a good choice," Feng Ji said. He was aware of Zhang Yu’s investment strategy. Some thought it was too conservative, but get the right projects, and the returns were anything but ordinary.

"I think we should consider putting some assets under the kids’ names." Feng Ji had always entertained this idea but never committed to it before.

Now, hearing the buzz outside, even though policies weren’t in place yet, it was only a matter of time. He had made up his mind.

Assets under Da Bao and the younger one’s names? Zhang Yu was stunned. This topic wasn’t new; they had considered it before but always dismissed it. Why bring it up again now?

"Weren’t you worried about raising a wastrel?"

"Let them practice. Losing a bit of petty cash is better than draining the family’s entire foundation." Feng Ji had shifted his perspective.

"Kids need to be given opportunities to fend for themselves. Keeping them under our wings all the time—how will they ever grow?" Feng Ji glanced at Da Bao, who was chatting happily with the two grandmas.

"Are you planning to step in and take charge?" Back when they first had Da Bao, they had agreed with the two grandmothers that the children’s education would primarily be the couple’s responsibility, and the grandmas had supported this.

But ever since Da Bao was born, his sweet little mouth had completely won over the two grandmothers, and their bias toward him was more than apparent.