Raising Two Daughters

The Xitian brand had plenty of buzz, but its owner, Feng Nanshu, had even more.

According to the media, no woman who became a wife in a wealthy family was easy to deal with. Yet the Little Rich Woman's rare public appearances made people feel that she was genuinely a little naive.

The fact that a woman like this could keep a man like Jiang Qin, that damned dog, under control was utterly inconceivable to outsiders.

As Douyin exploded in popularity, Xitian's brand value soared along with it, and Jiang's Wife also began to be mentioned repeatedly online.

Some media outlets sensed that Jiang's Wife might bring tremendous traffic, so interview invitations came one after another.

But Feng Nanshu was not interested. She felt that if she had free time, she might as well take the children out—or cling to her husband and act silly.

"Ugh, these media outlets are so clueless."

"What's wrong?"

"They keep saying they want to invite Feng Nanshu to talk about Xitian's story. How could she possibly be interested in that? If I were the media, I'd invite her to talk about being Jiang Qin's wife. She'd definitely pay her own travel expenses to go."

Gao Wenhui rambled on as she strolled through the mall arm in arm with Wang Hainei.

It was the weekend. Jiang Qin had brought Feng Nanshu out shopping and was planning to buy clothes for their daughter, so the two of them had hitched a ride over.

Looking ahead from their perspective, Feng Nanshu, wearing a floral dress, was holding Jiang Ainan's hand and toddling along behind Jiang Qin. Her eyes darted around, and the mother and daughter looked equally curious.

The family of three looked just like an ordinary household, though they stood out a little more than most.