After autumn arrived, winter felt closer too. Dong Shaolan nestled in the blanket and recounted what she heard during the day to Jian Qing.
Jian Qing furrowed his brows, "You mean Jian Xi can't have children?"
"Yes! Qiao Yonghui is particularly worried," Dong Shaolan said, "But I understand his concern. For wealthy families, nothing is more feared than having no offspring. How can Nan's young mistress not be able to bear children?"
"What should we do then? What if Nan Mufeng divorces her..."
"Husband, we need to help Xiao Xi," Dong Shaolan said.
"How to help?" Jian Qing asked, "We're not doctors."
Dong Shaolan kicked him under the blanket, "Are you stupid? Have Tong Tong help her give birth! Twenty million for a surrogate is a great price!"
Jian Qing was stunned for a moment, "Wife, what do you mean?"
