Transmigration: On the Gossip Front-Chapter 948 - 949 Toxic Fatherly Love 81

When Zhang Yu came out, she saw Wu Min’s departing figure leaving the hospital, staring at it for a long while.

Li Cuifen noticed her gaze and was startled, quickly pulling her, "Stop looking."

Turning around and seeing the old lady’s nervous expression, Zhang Yu burst into laughter, "Grandma, you don’t think I’m planning something harmful toward her, do you?"

"Isn’t that the case?" Li Cuifen asked directly.

"I’m not stupid; why would I do something so foolish?"

"Furthermore, let her have her moment now. Once she has the child, she’ll see how things truly are." Zhang Yu was aware that Wu Min must be feeling extremely happy and excited right now.

She thought she could gain status through her child, marry Young Master Chu, become the Young Lady of the Chu Family, and firmly secure her position in the family once her son grew up to inherit the family business.

If she knew that what she imagined—that Young Master Chu would divorce his current wife—was actually impossible, how would she feel then?

She likely wouldn’t believe it, nor would she realize that rather than Young Master Chu having high expectations for the child in her womb, it was actually the Young Lady Chu who was counting on this child.

Li Cuifen was still puzzled earlier, wondering how Wu Min, who should have been attending college, ended up pregnant. From the looks of it, she showed no intention to have an abortion.

Besides, with Feng Min cautiously attending to her every need, it was evident that the couple wanted Wu Min to carry this child to term.

Hearing from Zhang Yu that Wu Min’s partner was a married man shocked Li Cuifen, but at the same time, she felt it was to be expected, "She’s just walking the same path as her mother."

Zhang Yu hummed in agreement, "Yes, but the difference is Feng Min managed to officially secure her position, whereas Wu Min..."

Zhang Yu shook her head repeatedly, "The likelihood of her succeeding is slim."

"Even with the child?" Li Cuifen recalled Feng Min casually mentioning earlier that it was a boy, "Wu Min is expecting a son."

"It’s precisely because it’s a son that Wu Min could come here for a prenatal checkup. Otherwise..." Knowing Young Master Chu’s temperament—when feelings are good, everything is wonderful.

But once the affection fades, everything about you will seem wrong in his eyes.

"After the child is born, the Young Lady Chu will take custody of the child." Zhang Yu began to understand why, out of all the women in Young Master Chu’s life, Wu Min had been singled out by the Young Lady Chu.

Because her reputation was tarnished and easy to control—taking the child away would only require money.

Li Cuifen and Grandma Feng overheard, "Taking the son and abandoning the mother?"

Zhang Yu hummed softly, then nodded, "Yes. Otherwise, with so many women around Young Master Chu, Wu Min certainly isn’t the only one with a child."

"And she isn’t the only one carrying a baby boy."

"It’s just that Wu Hao and his wife’s reputation is not great, and Wu Min is a brainless fool."

"Dropping out of school only to stay at home and nurture the pregnancy, waiting to marry into a wealthy family." Zhang Yu could foresee Wu Min’s future regrets—but what could she do?

"Wu Hao and his wife only care about money. As long as the money is right, they would never stand by Wu Min." Having dealt with Wu Hao and his wife so many times, Li Cuifen knew they were purely profit-driven.

Son or daughter, it didn’t matter. "Their greatest love is always themselves."

"Forget it; let’s see how Wu Min chooses." In the end, whatever resolution produced results—it would just require Wu Hao and his wife to step in.

When Wu Min got home, she weighed herself again, looking at the numbers. She lifted her shirt to examine her belly.

She had always been highly conscious of her figure; she would never allow herself to have a little belly. That’s why she paid special attention to that area during her workouts.

Her slim physique now caused her skin to start cracking as her stomach expanded, and even applying creams didn’t help.

Staring at her increasingly blemished skin, Wu Min found it unbearably ugly.

"Mom, why is my stomach so hideous?" Wu Min looked at her belly and let out a helpless wail.

Feng Min, who accompanied Wu Min for her prenatal checkup, had gone out for errands and was thoroughly exhausted, just wanting to rest now.

But hearing Wu Min’s screams, she couldn’t ignore it—even though she didn’t want to go, avoiding the situation would only prolong her whining.

When Feng Min arrived, she saw Wu Min lifting her shirt and staring at her stomach in the mirror.

As someone who had been through this, Feng Min immediately understood Wu Min’s feelings, "Stop looking; it’ll improve after you give birth."

Wu Min refused to accept this answer, "You’re lying."

"If you’re so confident, lift your shirt and let me see your belly." Wu Min was angry.

Since pregnancy, she had become sensitive, and with Young Master Chu not visiting her, no matter how upset she was, she had to endure it without throwing a tantrum.

Now, Feng Min trying to brush her off made Wu Min unable to control her frustration; of course, she couldn’t accept it.

She insisted on seeing Feng Min’s belly, but Feng Min naturally refused. The marks on her stomach were too unsightly, "No, that’s unnecessary."

Hearing Feng Min repeatedly evade the request, Wu Min grew furious, "Feng Min, you’re either showing me or you’re not."

"If you don’t, I can’t guarantee what I’ll do next."

Feng Min knew Wu Min was bluffing, but she couldn’t afford to gamble—if Wu Min really did something drastic, the consequences wouldn’t be something she could handle.

Left with no choice, Feng Min reluctantly lifted her shirt, avoiding eye contact with Wu Min.

Even though Wu Min had mentally prepared herself for a less-than-pleasant sight, seeing Feng Min’s stomach—a mess resembling rotten orange peels—left her stunned.

"Mom, why is it like this? Why is it like this?" Wu Min couldn’t believe how terrifying pregnancy stretch marks could be.

If that’s what happens, then having a son would be a massive loss for her.

Facing Young Master Chu with such a belly? Wu Min couldn’t even imagine.

To someone like Young Master Chu, seeing skin like this would be repulsive; he wouldn’t even take a second glance.

At that point, even if she bore Young Master Chu’s first-born son—perhaps his only son—what difference would it make? He still wouldn’t care for her.

She would essentially be sent to the "cold palace," and as for her son, could he even have a promising future?

The more Wu Min thought about it, the more panicked she became, "Mom, what do I do? I don’t want to have this baby."

"I really don’t want to have it."

"I had no idea having a baby would be like this."

"Mom, why didn’t you tell me this earlier? If you had told me, I swear I wouldn’t have gone through with this."

Although marrying Young Master Chu was incredibly tempting, it wasn’t worth such a heavy price.

Feng Min was utterly shocked to hear Wu Min say such things, "Xiao Min, what are you saying?"

"Are you crazy? How can you say such things?"

"You already have the child." Feng Min was visibly distressed. She was really worried that Wu Min’s impulsiveness might lead her to get rid of the child, and then what?

Although the likelihood was slim, her constant emotional instability wasn’t good for her health, increasing the risk of miscarriage.

Feng Min couldn’t help but sigh—this kind of money was truly hard-earned. Once the matter was settled and the child was born, she would demand they provide a massive red envelope; otherwise, all the effort would feel wasted.