CHAPTER 1150: CHAPTER 1151: THE UNWELCOME TRUE DAUGHTER 94

Zhang Yu pointed to the rooftop, "The yard is only this big, I have no choice."

"I just set up some play equipment on the rooftop."

"Of course, if you insist that the rooftop is dangerous and bad for kids, just pretend I didn’t say anything."

Older folks, upon hearing that the play equipment is on the rooftop, will definitely complain in various ways.

Zhang Yu directly countered any negative suggestions, "As long as we take proper safety measures, there won’t be any accidents."

"And considering everything for the kids and shielding them from danger, is that really good for them?"

Seeing that Song Weikang seemed interested in visiting the place, Zhang Yu gave them a tour along the way.

The first floor has a kitchen, living room, dining room, a bathroom, and a guest room with its own bathroom.

The second floor is the children’s world, with three children’s rooms, a nanny’s room for the nanny taking care of them, and two separate three-part bathrooms.

The third floor is Zhang Yu’s domain, with a large study, a big walk-in closet, an enormous bath space, but ironically, the bedroom itself isn’t very large.

"When I’m home, I mostly handle work affairs."

"The bedroom is just for resting at night." Zhang Yu truly feels that the bedroom doesn’t need to be very large.

The study, however, should be bigger to accommodate more materials.

Going up further is the rooftop terrace, where half of the area is designated for the kids, enclosed all around.

The other half is clearly for adults, with a therapeutic bathtub.

"Occasionally soaking here, looking at the stars, is a nice way to relax."

Of course, Zhang Yu sometimes drinks here too, but not much, often just emptying her mind.

After the tour, Song Weikang admitted, "Apart from being a bit small, everything else is great."

"It’s not bad, considering this is Harbor City; our living space is already more than many people have." Zhang Yu feels quite satisfied with it.

"You also have children, leaving them something behind." Song Weikang looked at Zhang Yu, standing on the terrace enjoying the breeze, noting how motherhood seemed to soften her.

Earlier, Zhang Yu also thought about leaving something for the kids, always believing that leaving them assets would ensure their well-being.

After experiencing many tasks, Zhang Yu realized, "No matter how much I leave them, if they lack the ability, they can’t protect it and will just become targets."

"Rather than leaving them assets, I’d rather leave them with my vision and courage."

"A capable man doesn’t rely on family wealth; obsessing over small legacies means nothing."

"People with skills should find their own path."

"So that they can protect what I leave, even if I leave them nothing, they will be able to find their own way."

Zhang Yu believes that only by raising children this way can they become successful.

Song Wei thought it’s only because the kids are young now that Zhang Yu could be so firm; once they start calling her ’mom’, she’d definitely want to leave them something, and she won’t operate this way by then.

While they were chatting on the rooftop, the two kids woke up, and after a quick wash, they started clamoring to play on the rooftop.

Suddenly, Song Weikang found himself unexpectedly seeing Zhang Yu’s children for the first time.

The old man had been wondering what excuse he should use to see Zhang Yu’s children.

But as luck would have it, just as they came here, the kids wanted to come play.

Song Weikang eagerly looked at Zhang Yu’s two children, feeling very happy to see them.

"These two kids are in great shape, very promising. With good nurturing, they could take over in the future."

Song Weikang believed that as Zhang Yu’s establishment, of course, her descendants should take over if they exist.

"I can nurture them, but I hope they can follow my example and strive outward." Even though she’s already said it, another entrepreneurial child could emerge.

But they believe that such a big establishment should naturally be inherited by someone.

They even considered whether to adopt their children into Zhang Yu’s family, but couldn’t withstand her scathing remarks, which are legendary.

"It’s good to go out and see more of the world, so they can manage the company better." Song Weikang thought this was a good idea.

Zhang Yu has given up on having various debates with Song Weikang on this issue, finding it hard to change their minds.

After all, they’re her children; how they are educated is her business. No matter how surprised they might be at the outcome, there’s nothing they can do about it.

After walking around, Song Weikang must be tired, Zhang Yu assumed, "Let’s sit on the first floor for a while."

Without waiting for Song Weikang to reply, Zhang Yu instructed the nanny to keep an eye on the kids and led them downstairs.

After walking around so much, wasn’t Song Weikang tired? He was, of course, but seeing Zhang Yu’s two children made it all worthwhile.

He had heard that Zhang Yu’s children were quite beautiful, and those who saw them said how pretty they were.

This made Song Weikang very envious, eager to see Zhang Yu’s children soon.

Seeing the two kids, all Song Weikang could say was that they were indeed quite beautiful.

"They’re playing upstairs for a bit, they’ll be down soon." Even though Zhang Yu didn’t spend much time with her children, she’d still try to play with them when possible. Knowing their routines, even when on business trips, she’d schedule video calls according to their timetable.

Having said so, Song Weikang could only quickly follow Zhang Yu downstairs.

"This elevator is a bit small; if the two children are inside, the nanny can’t fit." Song Weikang’s house has an elevator, which is bigger than this one.

Speechless, Zhang Yu rolled her eyes right in front of Song Weikang, "Please, your house is huge, mine isn’t."

Who wouldn’t want a bigger elevator at home? It depends on the circumstances, "Tea or American ginseng tea?"

"Or just plain water." Zhang Yu didn’t know what Song Weikang wanted to drink.

"I brought mine." With that, Song Dafa took out a cup from his bag.

Zhang Yu knew that the so-called steward nowadays is still impressive like those trained in steward schools, fluent in several foreign languages, even able to fly an airplane and so on.

In Zhang Yu’s view, they couldn’t compare to Song Dafa, not even to Song Yurong.

Song Dafa calmly allowed Zhang Yu to stare, while Song Weikang was very curious, "Zhang Yu, why are you staring at Song Dafa?"

"I’m just curious, are he and Song Yurong really father and son?"

"Their personalities are really quite different, one is more domineering, the other more reserved."

"Could it be because they serve different types of masters?" Zhang Yu thought this was possible.

Hearing Zhang Yu say this, Song Weikang was in a good mood, wasn’t that a compliment? He was just about to humbly say a few words.

"But the problem is, I don’t see how you’re much better." Zhang Yu thought it might not be that way.

"I think it’s probably just their personalities." Yes, exactly, that’s it.

Song Weikang didn’t want to look at Zhang Yu, this girl is truly adept at hitting where it hurts.