Transmigration: On the Gossip Front

Zhang Yu looked at the son lying beside her. Well, the second child was still a son, and her face was full of displeasure.

"Shouldn’t it have been the character for ’good’?" Zhang Yu was quite frustrated.

Zhang Yu was unhappy, but Li Cuifen and the others were thrilled, discussing who the baby resembled more.

Even Da Bao had joined in. As for Zhang Yu, sighing endlessly on the side, no one paid her any attention at all.

Ever since she got pregnant a second time, Zhang Yu had been praying every day, hoping for a daughter.

As for Feng Ji, he didn’t mind whether it was a son or a daughter. After all, they were his children. Having more sons was fine; the family business was big, and more help couldn’t hurt.

Having a daughter would also be good. Raise her well, and she could take on the family legacy—not to mention daughters are as warm as a "little cotton-padded jacket."

In contrast, Li Cuifen, Old Lady Feng, and even Da Bao all hoped for a son. The old ladies made their position clear: for a big family and big business, you need more sons.

Da Bao envisioned a younger brother as someone he could bring along to fight with other kids, a reliable backup.

Now that they had another boy, wasn’t that just what all three of them wanted?