Pampered By All In Different Planes-Chapter 211: After Kicking Out the Scumbag, the Aloof Buddha Dotes on His Wife 11

[Make a fuss.]

He typed these two characters on WeChat, sent them, and then suddenly felt that it might be overly indifferent.

This was the first time Zhou Mingyu seriously considered this question over the past few days.

Perhaps she was just joking, but receiving such a reply might not be what she wanted.

As this thought crossed Zhou Mingyu’s mind, his hand had unconsciously deleted these two characters.

[If you like it very much, why not snatch it back?]

Upon hitting the send button, the message appeared in the chat box. Zhou Mingyu then set down his phone and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Su Zhiruan was quick with her hands, and her reply came swiftly.

[I will, just as Mr. Zhou said]

[Heart.jpg]

She found a cute bunny holding a heart emoji from the original owner’s phone and sent it casually.

The original owner’s phone had many such cute emojis saved, all for the purpose of messaging Jiang Beiyu, now conveniently used by Su Zhiruan.

After receiving this cute emoji, Zhou Mingyu surprisingly couldn’t take his eyes off it.

In his life, he had never received such a cute emoji before.

Whether within his family or in his professional circle, Zhou Mingyr’s status meant that he never encountered such adorable little things.

The women interested in him could hardly ever add his WeChat, let alone those he knew through business dealings, and definitely would not send such things.

As if possessed, Zhou Mingyu long-pressed the emoji and casually saved it to the WeChat account on his other phone.

This bunny holding a heart emoji became the only one he personally saved in his WeChat besides the default system ones.

Thinking it over, Zhou Mingyu scrolled through the chat history and ended up saving all the emojis, including the crying kitten.

*

After casually chatting with Zhou Mingyu for a few more moments, Su Zhiruan received a notification about a new short video update.

It was from Bai Yueyou’s account.

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She clicked on it while sitting in her car.

This time, Bai Yueyou posted a picture—not very noticeable but of her slightly protruding belly drawn with eyes, a nose, and a split mouth using a black marker. She slightly bent forward, her belly already beginning to show, and in the bottom left corner of the picture, there were two hands tightly clasped together.

Caption: One day, our family will clear away all gloom, fear, and evil, walking proudly down the street.

Su Zhiruan knew that these two tightly joined hands were Jiang Beiyu and Bai Yueyou’s.

For men, especially the chauvinistic Jiang Beiyu, progeny was of utmost importance.

In her past life, when the original owner found out Jiang Beiyu had a mistress, who was Bai Yueyou, she was utterly distraught. She gave Jiang Beiyu a sliver of hope, but in the end, it was Jiang Beiyu pleading with her to treat his child as her own.

Later, Bai Yueyou personally killed her own newborn second child, leaving the original owner completely disgraced and scorned by Jiang Beiyu, who had gained access to the Su Family assets, and she died full of hatred.

She opened the comments section, where most people were sending their good wishes. After all, it was the birth of a new life; the netizens didn’t know the truth and thought Bai Yueyou had settled down and even gotten pregnant.

Seeing this, Su Zhiruan said nothing and drove off, headed to Fujin Water Pavilion—her parents’ home.

Her parents had only her as their child, originally hoping to find a great match for her and that she and her husband would together maintain the Su Family. They weren’t pleased with the man the original owner chose—Jiang Beiyu—but helpless as their only daughter was head over heels for him, crying and shouting to marry him.

The elderly Su couple had already compromised, but unexpectedly their daughter came to her senses.

"Ruanruan, anyone but him," Su’s father was also at home today, having not seen his daughter in a long while, and after some small talk, he steered the conversation back on track, anxiously advising Su Zhiruan, "Was the thought you shared with us last time genuine?"

"It was genuine, Dad. Try to sideline his authority at the company as much as you can, making Jiang Beiyu feel constantly busy and increasingly valued, but in reality, don’t grant him significant power," Su Zhiruan smiled and took a sip of the tea lovingly prepared by her mother, praising it, "I haven’t tasted Mom’s tea in a long time."

"This child, if you aren’t drinking my tea, whom can you blame?" Su’s mother chuckled, her eyes twinkling with the poise of a lady as she elegantly poured another cup for Su’s father, "I thought your heart had been charmed away by that boy, but now it seems you still remember your mom."

Su Zhiruan set down her teacup, leaning closer with a smile, "How could I? My heart is quite small, big enough only for Mom and Dad. If you don’t mind, I’ll always stay by your side, always be your little girl, and cherish and accompany you."

"Alright, alright, girl, we can’t be with you for a lifetime. Eventually, you need to find a good household, so don’t worry us," Su’s mother knew her daughter was kind-hearted as she patted Su Zhiruan’s hand, "A family of equal social status would do. Jiang Beiyu is complicated; his ambition and desire are too great, and you can’t control it. We can rest easy only with someone whose background we fully know."

"Rest assured, I already have someone I like. Once Jiang Beiyu is dealt with, I’ll pursue the person I like," Su Zhiruan spoke these words, picturing Zhou Mingyu in her mind.

He was, after all, her mission target.

"When the time comes, you can bring him over for Dad to see," Su’s father laughed heartily, "I have a keen eye for people; you and your mother can rest assured about that. Just like Mr. Zhou who visited last time. If not for the cooperation, we probably would never have met such an outstanding young man. Good-looking, good family, and even better temperament, truly perfect, though I wonder who will eventually win him over."

Su’s father sounded regretful, but not too much so.

After all, given Zhou Mingyu’s status and position, their Su family didn’t quite measure up.

"Enough regrets, it’s surprising that Mr. Zhou even came to our home last time," Su’s mother reminisced, "Others would definitely be envious if they knew."

"What if he became our son-in-law?" Su Zhiruan casually asked, stirring her teacup.

Su’s parents both chuckled, "Rest assured, not even in your next life."

"Even getting to meet him once was an honor, let alone you—your father probably won’t get the chance to see him again," Su’s mother thought she was joking and waved it off without taking it seriously.