CHAPTER 345: CHAPTER 130: NEGOTIATING TERMS

When she went looking for Yan Wuxu, she hadn’t yet returned to the Su Family. After going upstairs, Su Ziceng saw Mrs. Yan and the newly hired wet nurse busily attending to the baby.

Because of the baby’s special condition, Mrs. Yan felt both love and compassion for this child. When Yan Wuxu first handed the disabled infant over to Mrs. Yan, begging her to find a healthy newborn, she was almost on the verge of collapsing. On one hand, she felt deep pity for her grandson and daughter, while on the other, she didn’t want to tear another family apart.

However, the overwhelming concern for her daughter prevailed, and that evening, Mrs. Yan found a healthy baby boy who had just been born three days prior in the Sixth District. The child’s family was poor, with six siblings, hence they reluctantly gave the child away for nothing in return.

The baby started to cry, and the wet nurse, a woman in her thirties, expertly took the child into her arms, pulled open her clothing, and after inserting her purple nipple into the infant’s mouth, the room immediately settled into silence. Her face emanated serenity, her eyes filled with tenderness. Such actions, and the baby’s reactions, she was...

"She is the baby’s real mother; she didn’t want our money, only asking to become the child’s wet nurse," Mrs. Yan said while cleaning the baby’s diaper. Indeed, these tasks could have been handled by servants, but Mrs. Yan preferred to do things herself, and for this, Yan Wuxu also refrained from criticizing her. In truth, Mrs. Yan would have preferred to take care of her own grandson; such a fragile life deserved better care.

"Wuxu, don’t let me go there," in order to avoid attention, the infant was placed in a mountaintop village in the neighboring county. Yan Wuxu would send someone every month to deliver ten thousand yuan there.

"You just left your brother with strangers?" Su Ziceng thought he would be kept with Mrs. Yan.

"There was no other way; my community is crowded and talkative, Wuxu feared for his safety," Mrs. Yan stammered hesitantly. As a mother, she could also feel that since Wuxu married into the Su Family, her character had changed a lot, becoming very assertive.

"Ziceng, you’re here," Yan Wuxu followed by a personal secretary, took off her coat with Mrs. Yan’s help, and without even glancing at the baby, sat down in an armchair.

The personal secretary was holding a stack of documents in hand, and Su Ziceng caught a glimpse, seeing "Su Bi" written on them. It seems that Yan Wuxu had already started taking stock of things.

"I’m here today to discuss some matters with you," Su Ziceng signaled for Yan Wuxu to step outside, not wanting to argue in front of Mrs. Yan and the others.

In the Su Family’s garden, several gardeners were repairing a musical fountain. Since Yan Wuxu took over the family affairs, she had changed all the decorations in the garden, including that musical fountain, claiming it would appear more imposing for the Su Family’s banquets.

All the plants that had been growing for many years were trimmed and leveled, making the Su Family’s garden seem as if it had gone through war. A battle was also brewing between Su Ziceng and Yan Wuxu as they walked through the garden.

The noise from the lawn mowers irritated Yan Wuxu, with clippings falling on both of them.

"Wuxu, about the Subi Auction House, you owe me an explanation," Su Ziceng felt it was necessary to lay things out clearly.

"Ziceng, do we still need to make such distinctions between us?" Yan Wuxu affectionately brushed the grass clippings off Su Ziceng’s clothes, "You know, I’ve been in need of money recently. The future operation of Su Bi and the expenses for the child all need to be budgeted carefully."

"Dad gives you a sufficient allowance every month. Moreover, now the Su Family’s household expenses are solely managed by you," Su Ziceng did not want to scrutinize the accounts in detail, but she was still aware of the approximate numbers. After she married Hang Yishao, despite Hang Yishao’s indulgent lifestyle outside, the Hang Family’s financial expenses were still handled by Su Ziceng. She believed that with Yan Wuxu’s capability, that sum of money would only be more, never less.

Yan Wuxu didn’t expect Su Ziceng to focus on this matter persistently. Her eyes darted as she spoke with grievance, "Ziceng, think about my poor child; he will be disabled for life. As a mother, I need to leave something behind for him."

"Wuxu," Su Ziceng shifted away, becoming somewhat numb to Yan Wuxu’s pleas, "I can let the matter of Su Bi go, but you must ensure that the one hundred million trust fund is left for my brother’s use."

From dealing with the baby and the conversation with Mrs. Yan, Su Ziceng felt that Yan Wuxu had become very cold-hearted. If it weren’t for the fact that the pitiable infant still held the Su Family’s blood, she truly wanted to make things clear.

"Of course, Ziceng, I promise you, I won’t divert that money for any other use," Yan Wuxu assertively said.

"Fine, also, that patch of roses that I am accustomed to seeing cannot be cut," Su Ziceng pointed at the cluster of roses blooming just right beneath her balcony, looking somewhat disheveled amidst the lawn clippings.

"Of course not, they are your things, I won’t interfere," said Yan Wuxu, who just got the Su Bi Auction House, without blushing or being out of breath.

Disturbed by the noise around her and seeing that Yan Wuxu had no intention of returning the checked goods, Su Ziceng realized that she had to think of another way and so she walked away through the disordered garden.

"You all, move quicker," Yan Wuxu quite relished the sensation of having everyone obey her orders.

Today, she took the opportunity to settle the accounts of Su Bi Auction House and specifically visited the Su Family, where the new HR manager roughly briefed her on the situation. She also made a request to Su Qingzhang, asking for Han Fang to be appointed as the company’s security manager, and by the afternoon, the appointment documents were approved.

Seeing the fury on Chang Mei’s face, Yan Wuxu felt an indescribable pleasure. She walked to a corner of the garden and made a call to Fei Qing.

"Ah Qing, how is the matter that I asked you to discuss with Shang Yin last time?" Due to the baby’s situation, Yan Wuxu grew suspicious about those cigarettes of unknown origin. After her confinement period, she never touched cigarettes again, but her abstinence doesn’t mean others won’t indulge.

"Those cigarettes are good stuff," thought Yan Wuxu, who wanted Fei Qing to find out the source of the cigarettes, but Shang Yin, that old fox, would not reveal their origins to Fei Qing under any circumstances.

"What’s the rush? I’m busy these days. After a while, I’ll arrange a time to bring the child over to see you," Yan Wuxu said a few words and then glanced from the corner of her eye to see Su Qingzhang’s car entering the garden, so she quickly said a few more words and hung up the phone.

When Su Qingzhang arrived upstairs, he saw Yan Wuxu holding the child and humming a lullaby, her face filled with affection. The room was filled with a warm atmosphere; he quickly approached, happily embracing Yan Wuxu and the child in his arms. (To be continued. If you like this work, we warmly invite you to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation ticket and monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation.)