Soon, Qingming Festival arrived.
It was said that the richer people were, the more they liked returning home for ancestor worship during Qingming.
Jiang Siming, however, was different. He was remarkably laid-back about it.
The main reason was that his parents knew it was rare for his company to have a holiday. They were afraid of delaying the best time for him and his girlfriends to make a baby.
So they refused to let Jiang Siming come home, repeatedly telling him not to go anywhere and to spend more time accompanying his girlfriends at home.
Jiang Siming was completely speechless. How could his parents be even more eager than he was to have grandchildren?
But it really wasn't that he wasn't trying. He had already been working hard enough.
Unfortunately, he was a cultivator.
Children weren't something he could have just because he wanted them~
Still, even knowing the odds were slim, Jiang Siming's diligence wouldn't slacken.
Look, it was already past eight, yet none of the wives at home had gotten up. (They were being tsundere.)
Only he and Zhao Xiaoxiao had breakfast together.
"Dad, when are you going to become the number one in Tianjin?" Zhao Xiaoxiao suddenly asked while drinking her rice porridge.
"Huh?" Jiang Siming froze.
"Oops, I misspoke. I watched too much Huo Yuanjia last night." Zhao Xiaoxiao stuck out her tongue sheepishly.
"Dad, I meant, when are you going to have a biological son or daughter?"
Jiang Siming took a bite of a scallion pancake and said, "You did that on purpose, didn't you? Stabbing me in the heart first thing in the morning."
"I'm just concerned about you and the other moms. Who do you think is most likely to get pregnant first?" Zhao Xiaoxiao asked slyly.
"How would I know? We'll have