Cheng Ming frowned, looking at Chi Wu. Did this older brother never quite grasp things? Whether Yingzi was pregnant or not had nothing to do with logic.

Patting Chi Wu’s shoulder, he said, "You, you are still too young, you judge people poorly." With that, he left.

Chi Wu stared after Cheng Ming blankly. He hadn't even gotten to the main point yet. "Hey, is there any medicine to make a pregnant woman feel better?"

Before closing the door, Cheng Ming told Chi Wu, "Let her vent until she’s had enough, then she’ll calm down."

Cheng Ming added silently, Of course, then the rest of us will also get some peace.

However, seeing Chi Wu, unaware that he was drowning in misery, Cheng Ming had no desire to save this man who had fallen into an abyss with no hope of climbing out. Sacrificing one for the happiness of everyone in the family... "If you are truly restless, I can chat with you for a while, but it will have to be next time."

Cheng Ming felt he was treating Chi Wu with a degree of pity, which he considered quite generous.

Chi Wu scoffed, "Go on, why would I be restless? I’m happy enough!" With that, he haughtily walked away first.

Cheng Ming felt that compared to Chi Wu, he was still very far from the abyss of suffering. Happiness.

The next morning, Chi Wu greeted his wife and son, then headed to work looking as spirited as ever.

Compared to any other day, the only difference for Cheng Ying was that they had a guest today, and the guest wasn't there to see her.

Yet, this guest made Cheng Ying feel more vexed than if she had been the one visited.

Miss Gao Yue had arrived with a pile of high-end nutritional supplements for Cheng Ying’s grandmother.

Looking at the array of luxury goods, Cheng Ying had only one thought: her company’s employee benefits were truly excellent. Not everyone could afford such high-end consumption.

She wondered if they could turn this into a slogan for their employee recruitment advertising. It could be elaborated upon. Cheng Ying was seriously considering it.

Gao Yue looked at the woman standing erect in the doorway. "Why is there a guest at home and you don't know how to welcome them? Mr. Chi has achieved what he has today, but it wouldn't be right to have a wife who can neither assist nor hinder him. You can’t help, but you shouldn't drag him down either."

Then, in the moment Cheng Ying was utterly surprised, the proud Miss Gao Yue squeezed past the pregnant woman and entered the house.

Facing the old lady inside who was busy fishing, Gao Yue’s voice softened immediately, shifting to an entirely different tone. "Grandma, I’ve come to see you."

The old lady exclaimed, "Oh my, what a beautiful young lady!"

Sister Rong, standing further away, hadn't heard the exchange at the door. She explained to the old lady, "The young lady who kept you company yesterday, Grandma. You even let her touch your prize hen."

The old lady pondered seriously. "Did I?"

The enthusiastic old lady from yesterday didn't recognize her. Miss Gao Yue was young, after all, and felt a little slighted. She stood awkwardly in the yard.

Cheng Ying snapped back to reality with a jolt. This girl was truly audacious. Anyone unfamiliar might think she was the daughter-in-law Mr. Chi’s father was raising on the side. How could this person be so familiar with them, to this extent?

Cheng Ying shook her head. "Come in and sit. Thank you for visiting Grandma." Cheng Ying was quite magnanimous; after all, the visitor was there for her grandmother. It wouldn't do to let the guest stand there.

Gao Yue retorted, "You seem quite suited to being a housewife, but you are not suited for Mr. Chi."

Cheng Ying was at a loss between laughter and tears. This girl’s skills were lacking. "Senior Sister Gao, we hardly know each other. We aren't familiar enough to discuss such deep topics."

Gao Yue's face flushed considerably. This woman felt no shame. She couldn't imagine herself standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Mr. Chi.

Just then, the old lady approached. "Girl, you truly are lovely."

Gao Yue beamed, "Grandma, I'm glad you like it." Her face was still red this time; it was unclear if it was from shyness or from being stifled by Cheng Ying earlier.

Cheng Ying turned away. "You two chat. My grandma has four grandsons; she’d be winning no matter which one you chose."

Regardless of the reason, having someone to keep the old lady company was a good thing in Cheng Ying's eyes. "Sister Rong, start cooking. Miss Gao seems to get along well with the old lady. I can just stay nearby and keep them company. What does Senior Sister Gao like to eat?"

Truthfully, to some ears, this sounded like: if you don't plan on staying for the meal, you should leave quickly. It was almost like chasing someone away.

But Gao Yue was no ordinary person; she didn't pick up on Cheng Ying's slight at all. She continued chatting animatedly with the old lady, weaving tales from the East to the West.

It wasn't until the old lady took the prize hen to look at the fish in the tank that Miss Gao Yue finally found the inclination to address Cheng Ying. "I won't be eating here. May I invite you to sit outside for a chat?"

Cheng Ying felt like she had traveled back to her previous life. The scene felt so familiar—was this another attempt to have a check thrown at her?

Why were they looking down on the primary wife so much?

In her past life, she was the prospective girlfriend who was handed a check. In this life, she was the wife and the mother-to-be of his child, yet she was still enduring this affront. This girl was awakening long-dormant, unpleasant memories for Cheng Ying. This girl genuinely disgusted her.

Gao Yue looked at the woman who hadn't responded to a single word for a long time, and her disdain grew. Worthless. "It takes you this long just to sit down for a moment?"

Cheng Ying snapped back to attention. "No, wait a moment. I need to change my clothes."

Gao Yue haughtily sized up Cheng Ying, the message in her eyes and brows clear: changing clothes won't make much difference for someone like you.

Understanding the girl's thoughts infuriated Cheng Ying. Woman, I’m pregnant! Even when I’m not pregnant, my figure isn't inferior to yours. Cheng Ying glanced at her belly and admitted honestly that a pregnant woman was at a disadvantage when comparing figures.

It’s just bad timing for me to compete with someone. Cheng Ying touched her stomach. Child, you’re embarrassing Mom.

Looking at Gao Yue puffing out her chest in front of her, Cheng Ying puffed out her own. We can’t lose to you in terms of sheer presence, right?

However, this girl was quite progressive. In this era, no one dared to display their figure so openly. This was a conservative time.

Cheng Ying went back inside. She retrieved several gold bars from her spatial dimension, placing them in a net bag to carry. At least I need to have more presence than someone throwing things, she thought. She dug out several bundles of bright red banknotes from the space and stuffed them into the net bag she’d brought.

Looking at what she held in both hands...

Well, surely this gives me enough clout now? Wait, what the hell am I doing? Do I even need to throw this at her?

The man is mine. Why would I be the one throwing things at someone else? How could I be such an idiot? I’m losing out.

Cheng Ying patted her belly. It was all the child’s fault; her intelligence had dropped. Cheng Ying firmly refused to admit it was her own failing.

Finally, she put on a thick outer garment and came out. She hadn't brought any bags, though.

She did, however, put on the jade bracelet she had soaked in the spiritual pool for a long time. After all, it was a family heirloom of the Chi family—that was her true foundation.

When Cheng Ying emerged, the water droplets on the jade bracelet around her wrist hadn't even dried.

Cheng Ying grabbed a tissue. "I apologize. I must have left it soaking too long. Let me just wash my hands."

Gao Yue’s arrogant gaze flicked over Cheng Ying’s hand, naturally focusing on the bracelet. It was indeed quite beautiful. It was rare for this woman to have something presentable.

Then, she thought, That bracelet is truly gorgeous. No woman dislikes such a thing.

Gazing away, Gao Yue quickly deduced Chi Wu’s capabilities. Forget buying this one; he probably had the means to buy a whole pile for his country wife to wear.

This woman is not worthy of Chi Wu. It was only objects that could somewhat elevate her status.

Cheng Ying looked at the silent Miss Gao. "Let's go. What, or shall we ask Grandma to come along too?"

Gao Yue glanced at the old lady holding the prize hen. Even if the hen were a peacock, it was still a bird with feathers; taking it out in public would be too embarrassing. "I just wanted to chat with you. Let's go."

With that, she strode out the front door first.

Cheng Ying mused, Anyone who didn’t know better would think we were arriving at their house. She’s certainly decisive.

But the girl was efficient. She looked back at the old lady. See? No matter how good she is to you, it’s not as good as your granddaughter. She waved to the old lady. "Stay home and behave. I’ll bring you back delicious food later."

In truth, the old lady was quite headstrong. If Sister Rong hadn't coaxed her, she really would have wanted to go out for a stroll with her granddaughter.

Coffee shops weren't places just anyone could casually enter in those years.

At the entrance to the coffee shop, Gao Yue looked Cheng Ying up and down several times. The implication was: have you ever been inside a place like this?

Cheng Ying lowered her gaze. Why was she looking at her like that? "I brought money. You go ahead. I’ll pay." My generosity is clear enough, right?

Gao Yue’s face flushed crimson. "I was worried you hadn't been to such a place before, and you might embarrass Mr. Chi."

Cheng Ying smiled sweetly. "It's alright. Wu Zi has a good temper; he won't despise me." With that, she walked in. As if! I’ve frequented nightclubs before. Little thing, have you even heard of one? You probably haven't.

Once they were seated, Miss Gao Yue took it upon herself to order a cup of coffee for Cheng Ying.

Then, she sat looking at Cheng Ying with the air of a prospective mother-in-law, radiating arrogance.

Cheng Ying didn't say anything. Since someone was serving her, she shouldn't refuse the gesture entirely. As for Miss Gao’s self-important demeanor, Cheng Ying was certain she would never allow Chi Yong to upset his own mother over this girl; she would never become his mother-in-law.

People simply didn't associate Gao Yue with Chi Wu. What a joke. Journey to the West is so popular these days. Anyone associated with Miss Gao is a Zhu Bajie. If Chi Wu were the Second Pigsy, what would that make her?

It wasn't until the waiter brought the coffee that Cheng Ying picked up her cup, stirred it twice with a spoon, and then set it back down.

That stuff hurt the stomach, and drinking too much made one addicted. Besides, she was currently pregnant; it was better to eat healthier food.

Cheng Ying asked, "Miss Gao, you and Chi Wu weren't in the same school, were you?"

Gao Yue had always felt a subtle wrongness in the way Cheng Ying addressed her as "Gao girl," but she couldn't quite place it. "You should call me Gao Yue. This isn't the countryside; that form of address is very unacceptable. I graduated a year before Mr. Chi; we attended the same school."

Cheng Ying pursed her lips, stirred her cup twice more. Did this girl want her to call her 'Miss'? In another ten or twenty years, no one would want that title. "Fine, Miss Gao. Your personality is very... charming. It doesn't seem like someone who graduated from the same school as Chi Wu. One might think you didn't even finish high school." Miss Gao is also worthy of Second Pigsy.