What Kind of Man Is This? Honey, Don't You Agree?

"What could be more important than your own wife and child? Your child is still so young. If you go out to work now, what will happen to your child?"

"My husband had no choice either. I understand him." Zheng Xiuru still wore that understanding, considerate expression.

But Su Minghui had no intention of going easy on her.

"How could an able-bodied person have no choice? Only useless men would make their wives go out and do such exhausting work while they were still nursing."

"Why would you even want a man like that? He's not even human! He might as well get hit by a car the moment he steps outside, then at least you could get some compensation!"

As she spoke, Su Minghui pulled Zhou Guomin down to sit beside her and affectionately asked for his opinion. "Honey, don't you agree?"

Seeing Zheng Xiuru bite her lip in jealousy, Su Minghui gave an imperceptible smile.

"Yes!" Zhou Guomin's face grew darker and darker as he listened, cold sweat beading on his forehead from guilt. Every word Su Minghui said felt like an arrow piercing his heart, yet he could only agree to show where he stood. "Everything you said is right!"

Su Leyun clapped enthusiastically as he listened.

[Mom said it well! Scumbag Dad is practically dying of anger!]

Zhou Guomin continued, "But that's their family business. As outsiders, we shouldn't interfere. As long as she does her work properly and can help you, isn't that enough?"

In the end, he just wanted to keep his mistress around.

Zheng Xiuru hurriedly spoke up as well. "Madam, please take pity on me. My whole family depends on me to support them now. I really need this job."

"Then what about your child?" Su Minghui showed a troubled expression.

"To be honest, the two older ones board at school, so they don't need much looking after. It's just the youngest who still can't be without someone. If you permit it, it would be best if I could bring her with me. But please rest assured, Madam, I'll take care of the young master first. I'll only check on my child during my free time."

Su Minghui openly frowned. What were these two plotting? Not only did they want to bring the mistress into the house, they even wanted to bring in the illegitimate child?

Besides, did she even hear what she was saying? What employer would hire a nanny who brought her own child into their home?

Seeing that things were going badly, Zhou Guomin hurriedly flattered Su Minghui. "My wife has always been considerate toward those around her. She certainly wouldn't have the heart to separate you mother and daughter. I'll arrange a room for the two of you then, so you can work while caring for your child."

Su Minghui gave a soft laugh. Zhou Guomin had arranged things rather nicely. Then he could run between both sides and enjoy the blessings of having both women?

He sure dreamed big!

"Yes, I truly can't bear to separate you from your daughter. As mothers, of course I know how much children at this age need their mothers' company."

The two exchanged what they thought were very discreet looks, both believing their plan was progressing smoothly. Unexpectedly, Su Minghui abruptly changed the subject.

"So you should go home and stay with your daughter properly. We can find someone else to care for Lele. But if you miss your child's childhood, you'll never be able to make up for it."

Both of them were utterly stunned.

Zhou Guomin said, "No! Minghui, we've already signed the contract!"

Su Minghui casually lifted her eyelids, calm and unconcerned. "People can divorce after getting married, and employees can be dismissed after signing contracts. The Su Household can afford this small penalty fee."

Zheng Xiuru hurriedly said, "I won't bring her! Madam, I won't bring my child with me. Please take pity on me and don't send me away!"

She even made as if to kneel before Su Minghui. Zhou Guomin was the one who pulled her back. She stood to the side looking as though she were about to cry, but when she lowered her head to wipe her tears, her eyes were filled with malice—Just wait, Su Minghui. When I become Zhou Guomin's rightful wife and you lose everything, I'll make you kneel on the ground and beg me like this too!

"Fine." In the end, Su Minghui relented. "I'll do it because I pity you."

She had originally planned to keep Zheng Xiuru anyway. Since Zhou Guomin had gone to such lengths to place her by Su Minghui's side, he must have been plotting something else.

Keeping her under her watchful eye would at least let her notice their every move, instead of letting them trip her up in secret.

Besides, if she wanted Zhou Guomin to leave with nothing, the evidence she had was still insufficient. If Zheng Xiuru remained, with the adulterous pair living beneath the same roof, they would eventually expose themselves. Then she could gather as much evidence as she wanted.

Most importantly, it had already been more than three months since she gave birth. Her previous excuse for refusing to sleep with him had expired. If Zhou Guomin got aroused around her again, she had no desire for any intimate contact with him whatsoever.

This was where Zheng Xiuru came in handy. She could solve the household and child problems during the day, then solve Zhou Guomin's physical needs at night. One paycheck for two jobs—Zheng Xiuru truly was a diligent, living bodhisattva.

Su Minghui's words delighted both of them. Although they had failed to bring the child into the house as well, as long as Zheng Xiuru was here, there would always be opportunities in the future. After all, Su Minghui couldn't possibly stay home twenty-four hours a day, could she?

Zheng Xiuru put on an immensely grateful expression and thanked her repeatedly. "Thank you, Madam. I'll definitely take good care of the young master from now on!"

Zhou Guomin also breathed a sigh of relief. "Then I'll take her to put down her luggage first."

As he spoke, he picked up Zheng Xiuru's suitcase, and the two walked side by side toward the servants' rooms downstairs. Watching their backs, Su Minghui's smile gradually faded.

Everyone was happy except Su Leyun, who was frantic with anxiety.

[Mom, no! You're letting a wolf into the house!]

[She's a bad woman! I can already smell the stench of their rotten hearts!]

Su Minghui still pretended not to hear him. Seeing him wriggle anxiously from side to side, she deliberately played dumb. "Oh dear, Lele must be hungry. Come on, let's have some milk!"

The moment the nipple was brought to him, Su Leyun's mouth obediently latched onto it. He sucked fiercely on the bottle, giving up his struggle amid the milky fragrance.

[I can't do anything. I can't talk, so I can't tell Mom the truth. It looks like I'll have to protect Mom myself!]

He secretly made up his mind. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and before long, he was fast asleep.

Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, Su Minghui's heart melted. She lowered her head and kissed his little cheek, whispering, "Lele, you only need to be happy. Mommy will personally settle this score with them!"

Time flew by. In the blink of an eye, two weeks had passed since Su Leyun's hundred-day celebration. A secretary knocked on the door of Father Chu's office and handed him a file. "President Chu, the information you requested is all here."

Father Chu nodded, and the secretary left. But in the next moment, Chen Jun pushed the door open and entered. Father Chu unhurriedly placed the file beneath another document, then looked up at Chen Jun.