Yang Zhi came over to help Cheng Ying support Chi Wu into the hotel to rest. The rest of the situation would likely be Chi Yong, as the father, cleaning up the mess. Chi Yong couldn't help but feel his age; his son was grown now.

What else could a father do but grow old? Chi Wu spent a few days here with his family. Of course, his wife stayed in the hotel.

During this time, Chi Wu was meticulously arranging affairs back home. The factory was running smoothly now; Chi Wu wouldn't need to come over all the time. Once things were set up, he could stay with Cheng Ying in the provincial capital.

After all, Uncle Gan couldn't handle the business in the provincial capital forever. Uncle Gan had already said he was waiting for Chi Wu to graduate so he could open his own hotel. He had even found a chef.

The hotel location was scouted; all that was missing was for Chi Wu to free up the time to actually get it running. Chi Wu also didn't want to be separated from Cheng Ying constantly, especially with the baby due soon. He couldn't just leave his wife and child alone, could he?

As a responsible man, Chi Wu handled everything perfectly, so much so that Cheng Ying never had to worry, nor did she even know the full extent of his arrangements. Chi Wu's classmates were quite disappointed when they heard he was returning to the provincial capital. Anyone with eyes could see the success Chi Wu had achieved here.

When Chi Wu was leaving, during a gathering with these friends with Cheng Ying, he entrusted them, saying, "Brothers, I won't be here anymore, so please keep an eye on the factory for me." It was then that Cheng Ying realized the decisions Chi Wu had made for her, for the family, for the child. Though she said nothing, the arm linked with Chi Wu’s tightened its grip. Chi Wu teased, "Are you moved?

Be nicer to me from now on, and stop biting me so often." Cheng Ying rarely lost her temper with Chi Wu; she simply smiled, as gentle and generous as ever. Chi Wu felt he was really putting his wife through it. Given Cheng Ying's temperament, the fact that she had helped him manage things this long without changing her expression already moved him deeply.

His wife had the temper of a tycoon. Others might kiss up to her, but here, Chi Wu had to rely on others. Who could blame him when this place was teeming with powerful figures?

Thinking about returning to the provincial capital suddenly seemed quite good; at least there, the two of them together were a force to be reckoned with. With this thought, Chi Wu straightened his posture slightly. His aging heart felt years younger.

He had no regrets. From now on, it would be his wife, his child, and a warm bed. When Cheng Ying and the others returned to the provincial capital, Cheng Ying was already three months pregnant.

She needed to start wearing looser clothes. Chi Wu wasn't instantly free upon returning home either. Handing over the reins to Uncle Gan from the things he managed was not something that could be settled in a moment.

However, Cheng Ming announced during his summer internship that he planned to move out, after discussing it with the Old Matriarch. Cheng Ying arched an eyebrow at this ambitious young man, her opinion of Cheng Ming rising slightly. "You certainly have patience." Cheng Ming blushed.

When Yingzi said that, it meant she knew what her mother was scheming. This made Cheng Ming feel deeply ashamed. Cheng Ying scoffed, "Alright, look at your face.

You're clearly thick-skinned, so why pretend to be delicate? You almost made me think you were someone else." Cheng Ming pleaded, "Yingzi, don't take it to heart. I know what I'm doing, I understand." Cheng Ying retorted, "Whether you understand or not, I understand.

Have I ever been someone to let myself be taken advantage of all these years? Fine, let me be clear: you can move out, but you absolutely cannot let yourself suffer. Our family has the means for this." She genuinely regarded Cheng Ming as a brother.

Cheng Ming assured her, "Don't worry. I haven't been working for nothing at that hospital all these years. They value my skills.

This is an early acceptance for the employee dormitories. When it's time for housing allocation, I'll be in line. I have that much capability." Cheng Ying truly believed in Cheng Ming's ability.

Cheng Ming was undeniably a resourceful person; you could see it back in the village—no one couldn't get along with him. With his drive, it wasn't surprising he could get ahead early. Cheng Ming added, "Besides, with a prominent figure like you here, who am I?

I'm Cheng Ying's brother. Outside, who wouldn't give us both some face?" Cheng Ying drawled, "Only a little face? That's too little." When the Old Matriarch heard Cheng Ming was moving out, she didn't object much.

"Yingzi, have someone prepare things for Mingzi. Make sure it's done properly; he shouldn't suffer." Then, turning to Cheng Ming, she instructed, "You can live out, but you must come home to eat. You're a grown man; how can you manage cooking for yourself?

Grandma needs you to keep a spot for dinner." Cheng Ming responded, "I wasn't planning on cooking for myself, Grandma. I need to save money to marry a wife, so I have to be frugal with meal expenses." The Old Matriarch beamed, "My grandson is capable! Grandma saw it long ago.

Our Mingzi is an accomplished child." When Cheng Ying weighed those words from the Old Matriarch, she realized just how good the Old Matriarch truly was to her, without a shred of selfishness. Cheng Ming hugged his grandmother, never once coveting Yingzi's possessions. Yet, his own grandmother was cautioning him about Yingzi.

Luckily, he was broad-minded and reasonable, but few in this world were like him. Cheng Ming viewed himself as quite noble, perhaps because staying with Cheng Ying and the Grandma all these years had shielded him from worldly troubles. "Grandma, you are so good to Yingzi, I get jealous." The Old Matriarch smiled sweetly, "Nonsense.

I'm best to you." Cheng Ming rubbed his nose. "Do you believe that?" Cheng Ying ordered, "Move aside! What Grandma says, goes." The Old Matriarch’s spirits weren't high, and the fact that she could converse clearly with them meant she was in a good state.

When Cheng Ying and Cheng Ming stepped out, Cheng Ying questioned, "Did someone fool you? Is it really that easy to get allocated housing from the work unit to fall to you?" Cheng Ming puffed out his chest. "No choice.

My character is excellent; the unit was eager to have me." Cheng Ying pouted. "I never heard of you being outstanding in any particular way. How did you rise above everyone else?" Cheng Ming sighed dramatically.

"Come on, you already overshadow me at home. Can't you let me find my self-worth and confidence at work?" Cheng Ying retorted, "The key is not to let yourself be wronged. If you were squatting under a bridge alone, I wouldn't care.

But you can't let my future great-nephew squat with you! Face isn't important, just don't let me look down on you." Cheng Ming found his sister heartwarming at moments like this. "Don't worry.

While I definitely won't be as successful as you, I won't be as miserable as you imagine either. I can still protect my wife and child. Besides, your great-nephew doesn't even have a shadow yet, giving me several years to strive.

No rush." Cheng Ying declared, "In the future, when you renovate your house, Wu Zi will cover it." Cheng Ming thanked her. "Thanks. I wasn't planning on spending money on renovations anyway; don't we have convenient resources at home?" Cheng Ying leaned in conspiratorially.

"Don't blame Grandma. Over the years, I’ve been Grandma's apple of the eye. No one else compares.

Don't think she's good to Chi Wu; if it came down to it, you see how Grandma would side with me." Cheng Ming became displeased. "Are you trying to comfort me, or are you just stepping on me again? How can you be like this?

I never thought you were so unkind." Cheng Ying shot back, "Am I not telling the truth? It's not the first time you've been upset; if you get upset a few more times, you'll get used to it. This is for your own good." Cheng Ming huffed, having never met such a wicked child.

"If you weren't pregnant, I'd teach you a lesson." Cheng Ying felt that even if she weren't pregnant, dealing with Cheng Ming was second nature; she wasn't afraid of this threat at all. Cheng Ming turned serious. "Honestly, Yingzi, although I'm no saint, I consider myself a good person.

But others might not. Few people think as clearly as I do. You need to be aware.

If things escalate to the point where even relatives can't be maintained, that would be bad." What Cheng Ming meant was that she couldn't let Cheng Dun'er and the others come over again. If another person like his mother appeared, Cheng Ying would have alienated all her relatives. What started as a good thing could sour if greed took hold.

But Cheng Ming found it hard to articulate this. Both he and his sister had managed to study and advance. Now, regarding the Second Uncle's family—if he told Yingzi not to let the Second Uncle's wife's children come over, wouldn't that create distance?

It would look like she had taken her fill and now denied others the opportunity to benefit, as if it were their due. No matter how he phrased it, it felt wrong. He meant well, but others might see it as an entitlement.

Besides, it wasn't just the Second Uncle's family; the Old Aunt's family also had two children. This problem wouldn't end. Cheng Ying responded decisively, "Don't worry.

As long as they have the ability to test into a university in the provincial capital, I can arrange things. If people strive for success, I will have done right by Grandma. Whether they resent me later is none of my concern." In one sentence, she showed she didn't care what others thought; everything she did was for the Old Matriarch.

Then Cheng Ying patted Cheng Ming's arm. "Besides, I was lucky enough to run into someone as understanding as you. Perhaps they aren't materialistic but ambitious.

Our whole Cheng family has spirit." Cheng Ming found this outlook slightly naive himself. "You can think that way, truly. You're not alone.

In the future, discuss things more with Wu Zi; it won't hurt. Wu Zi is better than you; his mind is sharp enough." Cheng Ying inwardly thought, "Is that truly praising Chi Wu?" She countered, "How about that? Am I not generous enough?

Even a saint couldn't be more magnanimous." Cheng Ming scoffed, "That's not your personality at all. Did a ghost possess you?" Cheng Ying glared indignantly. "I'm pregnant, and you still speak such nonsense!" Cheng Ming, in this regard, was very much like his grandmother.

"Ptooey, ptooey, I misspoke!" Then he forced Cheng Ying to spit three times. Cheng Ying exclaimed, "You've disgusted me! I was wondering why I hadn't experienced morning sickness after all these months—turns out I was waiting for you to make me sick!" With that, she began retching acidic bile.

When Chi Wu returned home, he found his wife spitting until her eyes were red. "Oh my, someone in this house dared to make my wife upset! Tell me, if Grandma didn't discipline you, I'd take revenge for you!" Cheng Ming muttered nearby, "I've never seen such sycophancy.

If you have the guts, go challenge Grandma." Chi Wu shot back, "He showed deliberate disrespect to me. Yingzi, you're pregnant, stay away from him. This person has bad character." Cheng Ying felt her morning sickness was improving, perhaps because she was looking at someone she cared about.

"Isn't it because I've looked at him too much that I feel nauseous?" Cheng Ming took a deep breath and walked away. He had initially felt these two were a clandestine couple, and now he realized how insightful he was. He should add "conspiring together" to their description.

Chi Wu asked, "Didn't you say you weren't nauseous? Why are you throwing up now?" Cheng Ying replied, "Doesn't this satisfy your wish? Weren't you always complaining that I didn't show any pregnancy reactions?" Chi Wu felt unjustly accused.

"That's not what I meant, dear. What do you want to eat? I'll go get it for you." Cheng Ying sighed.

"Forget it. As long as I don't see food, I can rest easy. If I see food, I won't sleep tonight.

It's all because Cheng Ming made me say 'ptooey, ptooey' for no reason. I must have spit too hard!"