Zheng Xiu smugly held up an index finger, wagging it back and forth in front of Feng Bei. "You said you wanted a child. A child of the Zheng Clan. Ahem, I could put in some extra effort... help you get pregn—AAAAAAAGH! You shrew! Are you trying to murder your own husband?"
"…"
Feng Bei squeezed hard.
A scream like a slaughtered pig echoed from the room.
It was both painful and blissful.
The atmosphere in the room was intimate, filled with a twofold pleasure.
「A few days later.」
News of Master Zheng's complete recovery from his grave illness spread like wildfire, flying through every street and alley. Seizing the opportunity, many Zheng Clan industries launched major promotional events.
For instance, there were "buy nine, get one free" deals. At Heaven on Earth, customers who added ten thousand taels to their accounts received a bonus of nine hundred and ninety-nine taels of silver. Zheng's Bank raised its interest rates on large certificates of deposit.
