Chapter 10: The Richest Woman on the List: Wang Ruofu
Yangzhou.

The entire Sheng family rushed back from the Wang family.

As soon as he entered the door, Sheng Hong went straight to Mu Cang Zhai.

When he was at Wang's house, he received the news that Wei Shuyi (Wei Xiaoniang's name) had given birth to a boy, so he did not stay long and rushed back as soon as possible.

After entering the hospital, he said a few words of pity to Wei Shuyi, who was still lying on the bed with a pale face, then turned around and impatiently picked up the baby in the cradle.

The baby who was born not long ago was not good-looking, and his skin was wrinkled like tree bark, but Sheng Hong did not show any disgust at all. His face was full of joy that his family's incense was prosperous again.

"You are the third male in my Sheng family. We should live in harmony and make peace with each other. So let's call you Chang Rong."

"Sheng Changrong!"

Wang Ruofu was not as angry as Lin Qinshuang about Wei Shuyi giving birth to a boy. Instead, she was somewhat happy because this way, Wei Shuyi could take away a lot of Sheng Hong's favor for Lin Qinshuang.

Seeing Lin Qinshuang forcing a smile to celebrate, Wang Ruofu smiled even more and felt relieved.

At this time, Mother Liu came forward and whispered:
"Madam, today is such a happy day. As the mistress of the house, you should give some gifts."

After thinking for a moment, Wang Ruofu took out a jade pendant of fine quality from her sleeve.

"Now that a child has been born, I, as the eldest lady, cannot fail to express my gratitude. I have a jade pendant carved by a famous artist. Jade is a precious material that nourishes people and is most suitable for children. I'll use it as a gift."

Wei Shuyi quickly sat up, bowed his head to thank him, and asked Xiao Minglan to take it for him.

"Eh? Isn't this the young marquis's fan? Why is it here, Minglan?"

Wang Ruofu lowered her head and touched Xiao Minglan's head, handed over the jade pendant, and her eyes inadvertently swept across Xiao Minglan's waist, and her eyes suddenly fixed on her.

She saw Yang Wenyuan's fan, which was now hanging around Xiao Minglan's waist.

When Sheng Hong heard this, he immediately put Sheng Changrong back and quickly walked forward to pick up the fan.

It was definitely Yang Wenyuan’s fan. Yang Wenyuan held it in his hand almost every day, so he would not make a mistake.

Just as he was about to open it to take a closer look, the fan handle was tightly grasped by little Minglan's small hands.

Sheng Hong frowned, thinking that Xiao Minglan had stolen Yang Wenyuan's fan and was reluctant to let it go. He was about to scold her when he heard Xiao Minglan puff up her cheeks and said in a baby voice, "This fan was entrusted to me by the young marquis before he left, and he asked me to give it to my elder sister. There is also a poem on it, and I want my elder sister to read it first!"

"Is this serious?!"

Sheng Hong was delighted when he heard this. He let go of the fan in his hand and let little Minglan hold the fan to her chest and walk away.

Although I don't have much expectation for the poem mentioned by Yang Wenyuan, this attitude needs to be carefully considered.

Could it be that what Yang Wenyuan said was true and he was really interested in his own Hualan?
Now there is still a token of love left?
Sheng Hong turned his head and his eyes met his wife's surprised gaze. It was obvious that the couple had the same idea.

"Madam, where is my elder sister now?"

"I was afraid that the fan would get bumped and lost, so I tied it with a string around my body for several days. Now I have finally finished my work. I will give the fan to my elder sister now."

Wang Ruofu was so happy that she couldn't open her mouth. At this moment, the more she looked at little Minglan, the more she liked her. She thought the little girl was so cute that she hurriedly pointed out the way.

"Your elder sister accompanied grandma back to Shou'an Hall. She should be there now."

"Then my daughter will go first."

Xiao Minglan nodded and ran away quickly.

"Hey, Ming, run slower. Madam Liu, you should follow and keep an eye on her. Go to my room later to get a piece of fine silk and make a new dress for Ming. The weather is cold, and girls should have more clothes."

"Yes, madam."

Wang Ruofu was in high spirits at the moment, and suddenly an idea flashed in her mind.

Didn’t you always say that you wanted to raise a girl from your mother’s place?

Rulan herself is reluctant to let go, and Molan is the daughter of the bitch Lin Qinshuang, so it's definitely not okay. So why not let Minglan go?
Looking at Wei Shuyi lying on the bed, Wang Ruofu thought more and more that this method was a good one.

"Sir, didn't we discuss raising a maid in Shou'an Hall? I think Minglan is very good, why don't we choose her?"

Sheng Hong had always been interested in Molan, so this matter had not been decided yet.

At that moment, she was happy that Wei Shuyi had given birth to a son for her, and that her family might have the possibility of marrying into the Hou family. She was so happy that she also felt that Minglan was actually not bad.

It just so happened that Wei Shuyi had just given birth to a child and was seriously exhausted, so she needed to rest.

Just as he was about to agree, Lin Qinshuang spoke up.

"And what about my daughter Molan? My Lord, my daughter Molan has loved writing since she was a child, and she has always wanted to be in the care of her grandmother."

After hearing what his "first love" Lin Qinshuang said, Sheng Hong swallowed his words.

"Since we can't agree on this, let's discuss it again. Since I'm going to be raised by my mother, I should ask her opinion."

Lin Qinshuang felt a little unwilling.

Ever since she and Sheng Hong had an affair and entered the Sheng family, Old Madam Sheng had disliked her and hated everyone in the Sheng family, and she also stopped being close to Changfeng and Molan.

If we let the old lady choose, then our own Molan will definitely not have any chance.

Just as he was about to speak again, Sheng Hong waved his hand.

"After such a long journey, I'm sure you must be tired. Let's go back to our respective courtyards."

Shou'an Hall.

Old Mrs. Sheng was old, and after traveling for such a long time, she felt a little tired. She was about to lie down with the support of Hualan when she heard Mama Fang come to report that the Sixth Miss had arrived.

Surprised that Xiao Minglan would come here, he immediately stopped lying down and leaned on the bed.

"Big sister is well, grandma is well."

"Minglan, is there something that has you rushing to see your grandmother?" Old Mrs. Sheng was somewhat fond of this smart, quick-witted, cute and lively little granddaughter, and she smiled kindly.

Little Minglan pursed her lips and secretly stuck out her tongue, a little embarrassed, "Grandma, I'm not here to see you, I'm here to see my big sister."

"Find me?"

Hua Lan was a little surprised and asked curiously, "What do you want from me?"

Little Minglan took out a fan and handed it to Hualan.

"You weren't at home when the young marquis left, so he asked me to give you his fan."

"Oh, right! The young marquis also said that he had written some words on it, but I didn't show it to anyone, not even myself!"

As she spoke, little Minglan stood on tiptoe and looked at the fan in Hualan's hand, her face full of curiosity.

"Given by Yang Wenyuan?"

Hua Lan felt a little embarrassed when she heard this, and her face turned red and bright.

Old Madam Sheng had already told Hualan that Yang Wenyuan might be interested in her. Now as soon as she came back, she received a "token of love" from Yang Wenyuan, right in front of her grandmother. She felt as if her face was burning.

"Why, you don't want to show it to us?"

Facing Old Lady Sheng's teasing, Hua Lan shyly lowered her body, then gently opened the fan with a look of half expectation and half worry.

The expectation came from the girl's vague yearning for love, but the worry came from the fear that Yang Wenyuan might use inappropriate words and offend his grandmother.

But I think there shouldn't be any problem if we dare to let Xiao Minglan deliver it.

(End of this chapter)