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Xie Li's personality matches his name perfectly, as he prioritizes the "profit" aspect above all else and values money more than anything, while also showing favoritism towards sons over daughters. Of course, he's not the only one with such traits; almost everyone in this social circle shares similar characteristics.

They adhere to the belief that only sons can inherit family wealth, and the absence of sons would mean the end of the family lineage. Jiang Yuying has also been raised with this belief since childhood, so she doesn't find it unreasonable for her daughter to not inherit the family wealth. As long as she arranges a suitable dowry and provides her daughter with support, she believes it's sufficient.

Initially, Jiang Yuying thought that Xie Li didn't hold her daughter in high regard. Although he showed considerable affection towards her, she didn't expect him to go against his principles.

However, she was taken aback when Xie Li made the sacrifice of transferring two percent of the Xie Group's shares to their daughter.

Moved by this gesture, Jiang Yuying placed the documents on the coffee table and stood up from the sofa, walking slowly to Xie Li's side. When he looked up at her, Jiang Yuying sat on Xie Li's lap, extending her slender arms and wrapping them around his neck before resting her head on his shoulder.

"I want to thank you on behalf of our daughter," she expressed.

When Jiang Yuying sat on his lap, Xie Li felt somewhat stiff. The sudden, warm embrace was quite unexpected, especially considering their recent intimacy. It was impossible not to feel a bit awkward with such sudden intimacy.

However, as Jiang Yuying came close, he caught a whiff of her shampoo, the same scent he used. Although it wasn't particularly strong, he was accustomed to it. However, on Jiang Yuying, it somehow smelled better.

Her soft arms wrapped around his neck, and when she spoke, her voice was gentle and tender, almost unbelievably so. Xie Li's stiffness gradually faded amidst the scent of her hair, and he couldn't help but raise his hand, reaching out to stroke Jiang Yuying's head.

His large hand ran smoothly through her silky hair, down to her back, gently patting it.

His voice was deep, sounding like thunder in Jiang Yuying's heart, resonating profoundly. Xie Li said, "There's no need to thank me. She's our daughter."

Unbeknownst to Jiang Yuying, Xie Li was lying.

That wasn't their daughter. He was Xie Li, a twenty-six-year-old woman from another world. Where would he have a child with her? But at this moment, Xie Li was willing to take on a responsibility that wasn't his.

Jiang Yuying's arms tightened slightly, her upper body straightened, trying to get closer to Xie Li. Her full chest pressed against Xie Li's, and it felt like their hearts were beating side by side, clearly hearing each other's heartbeat.

The sunlight outside quietly streamed in, casting into Jiang Yuying's heart. She felt happier than she had in a long time. Their marriage of over twenty years had been a responsibility and a shackle to Jiang Yuying, far from love. Perhaps at the beginning of their marriage, Jiang Yuying and Xie Li truly loved each other, but it was quickly erased by time.

Jiang Yuying always thought that she wouldn't be moved by this selfish and philandering man anymore. She could turn a blind eye to his affair because she no longer loved him. The only thing that held their marriage together was their children.

But in recent times, Xie Li's actions had repeatedly touched Jiang Yuying's heart.

Until today, she completely surrendered.

He still loved their daughter, and he had even restrained himself. Did this also mean that he had her in his heart?

Jiang Yuying released her hand, slightly increasing the distance between them, and then looked at the man in front of her. Unable to resist, she leaned in and kissed his lips.

It was a particularly passionate kiss.

Xie Li was kissed and felt dazed. His sister's lips were soft and sweet, and as a novice, he was completely defenseless. Fortunately, although Xie Li was a novice, his body was experienced.

Relying on his body's response, he managed to avoid falling behind and ended up leaving his sister powerless in the end.

Jiang Yuying was kissed with a dazed expression and collapsed into Xie Li's arms, taking a long time to stand up. If it weren't time for dinner, Xie Li felt that Jiang Yuying might have dragged him onto the bed directly.

Whether he could resist this time, Xie Li really didn't know.

After all, they say where there's a first, there's a second. Once you cross the line, it's easy to become unrestrained.

Fortunately, Xie Li successfully held his ground during dinner, but while eating, Xie Siyun cast a surprised look at her mother. When they started drinking soup, Xie Siyun finally couldn't help but ask, "Mom, what brand of lipstick are you wearing? Recommend one for me that looks strangely moisturizing."

Jiang Yuying took a deep breath. "Drink your soup."

With Xie Li's lipstick brand, she could only quietly drink her soup, striving not to say a word.

In the following days, in the busy schedules of the husband and wife, time passed quickly. Jiang Yuying was busy preparing for her daughter's birthday party and coordinating the guests she wanted to invite, while Xie Li was busy transferring his assets, holding meetings with his Assistant and the legal team every day.

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[Congratulations, Little Chen Jingle! You’ve been selected to bind with the Genius Baby Growth System.]

The voice was so warm and tender that Chen Jingle thought he must be hallucinating.

“??? Huh?!”

[This is the Genius Baby Growth System,] the voice repeated.

It was still so soothing, almost indulgent, like someone coaxing a child.

It perfectly matched his fantasies of a kind and caring older sister.

For a moment, Chen Jingle’s mind went blank. He imagined a woman with perfect looks, an elegant figure, and an irresistible charm sitting gracefully before him, smiling sweetly.

Even her breath seemed soft and fragrant.

He shuddered instinctively.

When he snapped back to reality, his eyebrows knitted tightly together. “Me? A baby?!”

[Mm-hmm,] the voice replied.

“…I’m thirty years old,” Chen Jingle said flatly.

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