In her eyes, Tiantian was a poor fatherless girl who didn’t have her mom by her side.

“Tiantian, you’re not the reason… there are family conflicts involved.”

“Aunt Wei Ying, if you like, I want to be a daughter for you and Uncle Shen… From now on, you two are my dad and mom and I’ll take care of you when you’re old. When you have a son, I’ll be good to him. Trust me.”

“Um… it’s too early to talk about that, Tiantian.” Wei Ying changed the subject.

When Wei Ying began putting things away, Tiantian returned to her own room.

Standing before the long mirror, she revealed a faint smile.

“Hehe. That woman is indeed a dumb girl with a pretty face. No wonder she lost to my mom. Now she’s eating out from my hand.”

In South Hill Manor.

“Pudding, what are you smiling about?”

“Oh… Nothing.”

Pudding sounded evasive.

“I don’t believe you. Give me your cell phone and I’ll check.” Huo Mian extended out her hand.

“Mom, this is my private stuff. You can’t see it.”

“Then tell me what happened. You’ve looked secretive the whole morning.”

“Haha. Fine, I’ll tell you. Mom, I helped Yunchu’s auntie escape from the Wei Family’s house.”

“What?” Huo Mian frowned.

Pudding told Huo Mian about the plan concocted by her and Wei Yunchu.

Huo Mian was dumbfounded, but that wasn’t the end of it.

Pudding said, “Mom, do you know how furious Grandpa Wei was when he found out what had happened?”

“Then you got Yunchu in trouble.”

“Of course not. I’d come up with a plan to help him get away with it.”

“What plan?”

“Fake illness. I told him to stay under thick covering for a long while and then drink lots of hot water and sweat a lot… He even ate areca. So, he faked a fever in front of Grandpa Wei. His grandpa loves him and didn’t hold him to it.”

“You’re… indeed resourceful.”

Huo Mian had nothing to say to her super-smart daughter.

“Honey, come here.”

“What is it?”

“Honey, your daughter is a genius.”

Qin Chu: “…”

“Don’t make a fuss about it. It’s a tiny thing. Mom, if you knew how much I’ve made on shares, you’d pass out.”

“So, how much have you made, Ms. Qin Zhaozhao?”

Huo Mian crossed her arms before her chest and looked at Pudding who had an Ipad in her arms.

“Mom, she made 150 million.”

The baby voice came from Little Bean who was standing behind Pudding.

Ever since she knew her sister had made a fortune, Little Bean was cozying up to Pudding.

Pudding was pleased and sent her many red packets on WeChat; they amounted to almost 60,000 yuan in cash.

“Are you kidding me?” Huo Mian didn’t buy it.

She had always thought her daughter was just playing on the stock market.

But…

“If you don’t believe me, you can ask your husband,” Pudding said to her mom.

Huo Mian slanted a glance at Qin Chu.

“It’s true. Your daughter is a genius.” Qin Chu said the same words back to her.

“My goodness. 150 million. Don’t pull my leg. Is it yuan? Maybe it’s in Japanese yen or Korean Won?” Huo Mian was still doubtful.

“What would you say if I told you it’s in USD?” Pudding lifted her chin and asked.