Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 944 - 945 Toxic Fatherly Love 77

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.

"I haven’t thought about it. A truly good man doesn’t just binge on family inheritance."

"He should venture out on his own and carve out his own path."

"We got to where we are today relying on ourselves, and I believe our children can do the same." Zhang Yu wished for her two kids not to rely on inherited wealth to get through life.

"You think so simply. It’s getting harder and harder to stand out these days." Wu Min thought back to her college roommates, and her mood turned gloomy.

"I worked so hard during my three years of high school, giving my all, over and over, just to get into a university."

"As I hoped, I got into a decent college. But after arriving, I realized that even among students from the same city, there were so many disparities."

"The things they understood, I didn’t."

"The places they traveled to—many—I had only visited a few, and those were during childhood. After I grew up, I never went anywhere again."

"The shops they frequented—I would just dare to walk past the store’s entrance, never venturing in. The prices were simply outrageous."

Wu Min recalled a time when she mustered the courage to go inside one of those stores. The prices had utterly shocked her.

"I don’t even have the courage to browse, while they can wander with ease and buy things as they wish."

"This is nothing like the university life I envisioned. I thought college would be colorful, vibrant, and full of exciting experiences."

"And a gaggle of boys would surround me, making me the most dazzling one in the crowd, right?" In a past life, Wu Min had this exact thought.

Back then, she couldn’t make it happen, and now, it felt even more unattainable.

"Yeah, but alas, now I’m just an ugly duckling." Wu Min let out a long sigh.

"Dad has now stepped back from the frontline, and to work in government-run positions, one has to take standardized tests." Wu Min used to envy people who worked in foreign companies—high salaries, great work environments.

Now, she understood just how hard it was to land a job in a foreign company. The requirements were high, making government positions seem more attainable. Though the salaries weren’t extravagant, the stability and benefits were decent.

And yet, she didn’t expect this—jobs in government sectors now required standardized exams.

Wu Min truly couldn’t help but panic.

So, what could Zhang Yu say to comfort her? "Then you’ve got to boost your own abilities, take more certification exams, and improve your foreign language skills."

"If possible, learn another language." Zhang Yu could only offer dry advice in an attempt to console her.

Is it hard to find a job nowadays? Sure. But if you lower your expectations just a bit, it’s still possible to land a decent position.

In the future, even graduates from elite universities might struggle to secure satisfying jobs—or even a job at all might be considered lucky.

Same old advice. "It’s just ’study hard.’ Nothing else worth saying." Wu Min had lost count of how many times she’d heard the same words from Wu Hao and Feng Min.

Seeing how Wu Min didn’t want to hear more, Zhang Yu decided not to continue. Leisurely, she zoned out.

She’d figured it out—Wu Min didn’t actually come over for advice. She just wanted to rant about how Wu Hao and Feng Min weren’t thinking about her as their daughter.

"Did you know? There’s news about Wu Jian." After her lengthy rant, Wu Min suddenly remembered something important—her actual reason for visiting.

News about Wu Jian? Zhang Yu casually responded with an "Oh," as if disinterested. "Well, that’s great."

"Otherwise, your parents would just keep worrying endlessly about that son."

"Worried about him?" Wu Min thought back to their discussions, her body involuntarily trembling. "At first, they were thrilled to hear about Wu Jian."

"But once they learned about his failing health, things turned sour. Saving him would require a significant amount of money."

"They hesitated." Zhang Yu chimed in smoothly.

Wu Min nodded. "Right. My dad said that spending a huge sum might not even save him, so it wasn’t worth it."

"My mom agreed, saying even if he survived, he’d just be a burden."

Wu Min let out a long sigh. "I used to think, ’No matter what, we’re still their children. There’s no way they would neglect us.’"

"Now I realize I was foolish. They didn’t even let me stick with many of my extracurricular classes back then. Sometimes I wonder—what if I had persisted back then?"

"If I could play the piano, if I could dance ballet, maybe I could have married into a Wealthy Family." Wu Min still remembered Feng Min’s expectations for her as a child.

"Being able to play piano and dance ballet could lead to marrying into a Wealthy Family? What kind of genius idea is that?"

Zhang Yu really had to admire Wu Min’s imagination. "Who told you that knowing those things meant you could marry into a Wealthy Family?"

As Zhang Yu recalled the marriage situations of Feng Ji’s friends, she realized very few managed to rely on such skills to marry into wealth—unless they were professionals in those fields.

"Even if they did, it wouldn’t be someone super wealthy anyway."

"Or it would be someone who isn’t the eldest or tasked with inheriting family business."

"More often, marriages within Wealthy Families are strategic partnerships, built to consolidate resources." Zhang Yu couldn’t help but shake her head in resignation.

"But didn’t you marry into a Wealthy Family?" Wu Min protested with dissatisfaction.

"Who told you I married into a Wealthy Family? I married a researcher—a researcher with some copyright income." Zhang Yu spoke with unwavering confidence.

This wasn’t a boast—it was true. Feng Ji was indeed a researcher at an institute, with slightly higher-than-average income.

What? Not a Wealthy Family? Wu Min was dumbstruck by Zhang Yu’s words. She looked closely at her, not avoiding eye contact. "But everyone says you married into a Wealthy Family."

"And then there were the high-quality videos you shared later..." Wu Min grasped for evidence to support her belief.

"Back then, I had already published plenty of articles on my blog, gathering decent clicks. Occasionally, I did some affiliate marketing to earn extra income."

"I also earned money by participating in events."

"On top of that, I wrote for newspapers, which also brought in income."

"And once I had some money, I’d invest in commercial property or residential spaces. How could my earnings not add up?"