Brainwashed by Those Old Fools

Hearing that Zhou Guomin still had a plan, Zheng Xiuru felt much more at ease.

As long as he still cared about her, she would have her day eventually.

Still, she put on an understanding expression. "You really won't find it hard to part with them? After all, those children are your blood too..."

Zhou Guomin snorted coldly, cupped Zheng Xiuru's face, and said affectionately, "Those are Su Household's children. In my heart, only our Yuhan, Yuqin, and Yuqian are my children."

Zhou Guomin was not lying about that.

Su Minghui had previously given birth to two sons. Her eldest, Su Yinan, was only sixteen but was already a well-known playboy among their circle. Though he attended the best high school, they had only managed to get him in after spending money to build the school a teaching building.

The younger one, Su Yibei, was only five and equally disappointing, clinging to Su Minghui every day.

Moreover, neither child was close to him. Instead, they got along very well with Su Minghui's maternal relatives.

There was no need to say more. Those two old fools from the Su Household had definitely brainwashed them, making them look down on him, their father who had married into the Su Household.

How could they compare to Zhou Guomin's own blood?

The children Zheng Xiuru had borne him were entirely different.

In her early years, Zheng Xiuru had given him a pair of twins, a boy and a girl. They were now both middle-school age.

Her eldest daughter, Zhou Yuqin, had been discovered by a talent scout while shopping as a child and debuted directly, becoming a somewhat famous child star. Her eldest son, Zhou Yuhan, excelled academically and had consistently ranked at the top. At such a young age, he had skipped several grades and was already in his first year of high school at just twelve.

They also respected and obeyed him, perfectly making up for the family status Zhou Guomin had never enjoyed at home.

Now he had another young daughter. More importantly, all three children bore his surname. They were members of the Zhou Household!

At that thought, Zhou Guomin's gaze toward Zheng Xiuru softened further. "Don't worry. I'll definitely reunite our family."

Zheng Xiuru did not know how many times she had heard those words. Over the years, she had endured by relying on those promises.

Yet in reality, she and her two children had always lived in a nearby city, while Zhou Guomin, their father, could only visit them under the excuse of business trips.

She had only moved to the Imperial Capital now because she was pregnant with her youngest daughter.

She and Su Minghui were both Zhou Guomin's women, so why did Su Minghui receive treatment so utterly different from hers?

Zheng Xiuru leaned softly into Zhou Guomin's embrace. Her eyes shifted, and her small hand slipped into his shirt, tracing circles over his chest.

She probed, "Actually, there's no need to go through so much trouble. Hasn't Su Minghui's health always been poor? It would be perfectly normal if she became gravely ill one day and failed to recover..."

She did not finish, but Zhou Guomin instantly understood what she meant.

"If Su Minghui dies, there are still those two old fools from the Su Household!"

Zheng Xiuru worked her hand even harder. "What trouble can a cripple and a vegetable possibly stir up? As long as Su Minghui is gone, Su Corporation will be yours. Not only can Qianqian become a rich young lady, but the four of us—mother and children—can return to your side openly and properly. Wouldn't it be wonderful for our family to be complete?"

Zheng Xiuru's little hand was bonelessly soft, and her movements were gentle, sending Zhou Guomin's thoughts running wild and making his breathing grow heavy. Yet his words remained firm.

"No. It's not time yet. No matter what, the Su Household is still a powerful family. Although those two old ones have trouble moving around, their prestige remains. Many of the company's shareholders are old acquaintances of theirs. As long as those two are holding the fort, things won't be so simple."

Zheng Xiuru had not expected his mouth to be harder than that thing. She also knew she could not rush for quick success, so she could only take a step back. Pressing her entire body against him, she whispered, "It's alright. As long as I can be with you, Brother Guomin, I'm willing to do anything."

As she spoke, her hand slipped down directly, and her lips pressed to Zhou Guomin's neck.