Transmigration: On the Gossip Front

Wu Min stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery outside. "I really envy you."

"Isn’t it perfectly normal to envy me?" Zhang Yu relaxedly leaned back in the rocking chair. These days, she had once again conceived another child.

Originally, she hadn’t planned to have a second child—after all, her eldest was a smart, healthy son, the perfect heir.

But since this child came into her life, of course, she would choose to keep it. As for the baby growing in her womb now, regardless of whether it’s a boy or a girl, the child would carry the Zhang surname.

Wu Min glanced at Zhang Yu, who was sipping herbal tea, and then shifted her gaze towards her belly. "Is it a boy?"

A boy? Zhang Yu gently stroked her stomach. "I don’t know. If I could choose, I’d prefer a daughter."

It’s not that sons aren’t good—they’re great. But when it comes to affection, you can’t beat having a little "cotton-padded jacket."

"Your career is going well nowadays, and the rental income isn’t small every year. Still, it’s better to have a son."

"I remember your eldest has the Feng surname. Once this child is born, they’ll carry the Zhang surname. Perfect for inheriting your assets."

Inherit her assets? The eldest is inheriting assets from his father? She imagined they’d end up crying over situations like this when they grow up.