Jiang Cheng heard this and winked at Xing Er.
"I think your wishes can all come true."
Xing Er didn’t understand, but she knew Jiang Cheng was capable, so she simply asked, "How?"
"This."
Jiang Cheng shook the small porcelain bottle and asked, "Is it easy to make?"
Xing Er nodded.
"Not difficult."
Hearing this, Jiang Cheng understood and started analyzing for Xing Er.
"Let me tell you, money from women and children has always been the easiest to earn. Sometimes just an advertisement can attract buyers, not to mention you have such a great product."
"Now I have two paths for you. Listen up."
Xing Er waited very seriously for Jiang Cheng to continue.
Jiang Cheng got straight to the point: "I have a cosmetics company. We can collaborate. You provide the formula; I’ll handle production, sales, and after-sales service. You won’t need to do anything, and we’ll split the profits 50-50."
Xing Er shook her head after hearing this.
"30-70 split; I get 30, you get 70."
Xing Er stopped Jiang Cheng, who was about to speak: "It’s not hard to find a Chinese medicine practitioner to collaborate with. You’re helping me, and I know it."
"Besides, you would never cheat me; even 30% is a lot."
Jiang Cheng was straightforward too: "40-60; the profit margin here is high."
"Deal!"
After they agreed, Jiang Cheng spoke again.
"Xing Er, your cooperative formula should have a basic version and an enhanced version to facilitate different pricing and sales."
"However, the so-called enhanced version here is not the best. Keep the best version for yourself, and when you open a pharmacy in the future, follow a high-precision niche route and sell it to wealthy people."
Xing Er’s eyes sparkled upon hearing this. Business could be done this way too.
"Do you understand?"
Xing Er nodded and said clearly, "I’ll go back and study a few formulas."
"Great, I’ll have someone from the company discuss the details with you. People striving for their own benefit is the most normal thing, and I’d rather we agree now than have a fallout later. Do you understand?"
Xing Er indeed understood Jiang Cheng’s point.
They stopped discussing further.
Jiang Cheng continued her days in confinement after childbirth, during which the little baby mostly slept in the first month.
Besides sleeping, the baby just ate and, of course, pooped.
Shen Que once sighed, wondering why what came out was yellow when the baby only drank milk.
Every time, Shen Que would grumble, yet wipe his son’s bottom clean, wash him with warm water, and then apply some lotion.
After applying the lotion, he didn’t mind giving the baby a kiss, leaving Jiang Cheng speechless.
A month’s time passed in the blink of an eye, moving on to the second month.
Throughout the month, the baby ate quietly and slept, making Jiang Cheng almost believe she had given birth to an angel baby.
But in the second month, Jiang Cheng realized she was wrong.
A month of sleep, a month of fuss, she finally understood.
From the start of the second month, the baby found his voice and cried loudly, the kind that couldn’t be comforted easily.
Shen Que, Grandma Shen, Shen Yue, and Shen Xing took turns holding and comforting the baby, all breaking into a sweat.
The key was that whenever the baby cried, the adults would become anxious.
Once again, Xing Er’s presence became important as she confirmed the baby was alright, not sick, but merely growing normally, putting Jiang Cheng and everyone else at ease.
Since that was the case, they merely needed to comfort him as much as possible.
Aerobic holds and gas-relieving exercises were used in turns.
Everyone was exhausted, with Shen Que being the most worn out.
Jiang Cheng’s figure was curvy and shapely; she often caught Shen Que sneaking looks with wolfish eyes.
The couple had not been intimate since the baby’s birth, with Shen Que believing that a longer recovery would be better for Jiang Cheng.
On this day, Shen Que wore a suit, holding Zhuang Zhuang, who was dressed in bright red, as the family of three made an appearance together.
Throughout, Shen Que held the baby while Jiang Cheng raised her glass and stood on stage, offering a toast with tea instead of wine.
Among the crowd, no one dared to find fault.
Receiving a toast from President Jiang was already a big deal for them.
After the toast, the baby was taken away, with fears of germs and the crowd being too large.
The couple then had time to socialize with friends and business partners.
Jiang Cheng and Shen Que both abstained from drinking alcohol.
No one dared to force drinks, and the hundred-day banquet concluded gracefully.
Many said the gifts Jiang Cheng and Shen Que received on the day were hauled away by trucks.
After the banquet, the family returned home, with little Zhuang Zhuang already asleep.
Jiang Cheng openly in her cheongsam tried to subtly seduce Shen Que.
At first, Shen Que was hesitant, but upon seeing Jiang Cheng pout and sullenly say, "You must be repulsed by me," he relented.
Shen Que was speechless, carrying an undeserved burden.
Repulsed?
Repulsed that his wife was in great shape, or more beautiful?
"You... Let me show you just how repulsed I am!"
Shen Que pulled Jiang Cheng back and kissed her fiercely.
A glint of satisfaction flashed in Jiang Cheng’s eyes as she wrapped her arms around his neck, eagerly responding.
Just when they were about to take it further, Shen Que found himself staring at two sparkling eyes.

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