Chapter 1173: I Want A Daughter

Chapter 1173: I Want A Daughter

Gu Zi didn’t even get a chance to speak before Chen Yu jumped in, grinning as he declared, “Secret recipe? Nonsense! I’m telling you, this baby’s going to be a girl. Haven’t you heard the old wives’ tale? When a woman’s carrying a boy, she gets uglier, but when it’s a girl, she blossoms like a flower. Just look at her glow! I’m afraid you two will have to try for a second one after this.”

He chuckled as he finished, though there was a trace of genuine sympathy on his face—mostly for his old friend Su Shen. The man was barely in his early thirties, had only just gotten married after years of bachelorhood, and was finally expecting his first child… only for it to be a daughter. A daughter! And knowing how head-over-heels Su Shen was for his wife, if she decided this was their one and only, then wouldn’t that brilliant genetic stock of his go completely to waste? No heir, no one to carry on the family name. It was downright tragic.

Those three kids Su Shen had helped raise over the years? Sure, they were close. But they weren’t his flesh and blood. And Chen Yu—ever the pragmatic traditionalist—couldn’t help but think: Gu Zi, as the legitimate wife of such a man with such an empire, really ought to give him a son. After all, human hearts are unpredictable. Those children might be sweet now, but who could say if they’d take care of their adoptive parents in the future? A biological son, now that would be a guarantee.

Chen Yu had fully expected Su Shen to feel at least a little disappointed. But to his surprise, the man actually lit up like he’d just won the lottery.

“Gu Zi, did you hear that?” Su Shen turned to his wife with a delighted smile. “Even Old Chen says it’s a girl. A daughter! That’s wonderful. One and done—we don’t need any more after this.”

Gu Zi caught the odd look on Chen Yu’s face, and she could guess easily enough what was going through that old-fashioned brain of his. But really, his opinion didn’t matter. He was an outsider. There was no reason to get riled up by a few outdated, patriarchal remarks.

Besides, Su Shen still had business dealings with him. What mattered most was that Su Shen wasn’t like that—not at all. That thought alone was enough to keep her mood light.

She smiled and said simply, “Whatever you say.”

Chen Yu stared at the couple, utterly baffled by their obvious joy. Were his eyes deceiving him? Did they actually want a daughter?

Unable to help himself, he blurted out, “Old Su, Gu Zi… if you only have a girl, what happens to your family fortune? Aren’t you worried someone else might swoop in and take everything?”

Gu Zi very nearly rolled her eyes. She wasn’t even going to grace that with a reply. But Su Shen, ever the gentleman, responded calmly, “I want a daughter. Son or daughter—it makes no difference. Our child will inherit our legacy either way. A daughter is just as much a Su as a son.”

Chen Yu simply could not wrap his head around it. Sure, he knew there were some couples who liked the idea of having a daughter—but that was usually after they’d secured a son. That way, the family line was safe, and the daughter was the cherry on top. But to want a girl right from the start? Who thought like that?

Besides, when a daughter got married, she left the family, didn’t she? Who was to say she wouldn’t take part of the inheritance with her and give it all to her husband’s family?

He opened his mouth to argue some more, but before he could get a word out, Sun Yi—his long-suffering wife—kicked him hard under the table and snapped, “You know absolutely nothing. God, you’re such a fossil. What century do you think this is? Girls are treasures too! If you don’t know what you’re talking about, shut your mouth for once. Honestly—can’t even eat in peace with that yap of yours.”

Chen Yu shrank back, humiliated, and tried to defend himself. “Honey, I was only trying to be helpful! I just don’t want them to regret not having a son when they’re older.”

But even Gu Zi was running out of patience. Her smile faded a little as she replied coolly, “Chen Yu, it doesn’t matter if it’s a boy or a girl. As long as it’s our child, we’ll never regret it.”

That shut him up. Cold sweat formed on Chen Yu’s forehead as he realized no one at the table was on his side. He looked around awkwardly—thankfully, salvation came in the form of a knock at the door.

Chen Xi, who was sitting closest, got up to open it. “It’s Assistant Chen here to deliver New Year’s greetings,” he announced.

All eyes turned as Chen Ting swept in behind him, arms laden with festive gifts. She smiled brightly as she made her way around the room, offering greetings to each person. When she reached Su Shen, she handed him a beautifully packaged bundle and said with practiced sweetness, “Happy New Year, President Su. These are for the baby—just a little token, I hope you don’t mind.”

Gu Zi’s gaze swept over the woman. It was freezing outside, and yet Chen Ting had chosen to wear a plunging V-neck under a fitted coat, paired with sheer black tights and a tight pencil skirt that hugged her curves in all the right places. The outfit emphasized her tiny waist and accentuated every curve—subtle but unmistakable. Her chest, noticeably prominent, seemed almost to lean toward Su Shen as she offered the gift.

There was something about her whole demeanor that rubbed Gu Zi the wrong way. It wasn’t overt, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that Chen Ting was trying to draw a very deliberate contrast between herself and Gu Zi’s current, visibly pregnant form.

Technically speaking, there was nothing wrong with what she was doing—just an employee coming by to pay respects to her boss. But the styling… the careful effort to look demure and sexy at the same time? It reeked of calculation. Gu Zi didn’t need anyone to spell it out. A woman’s sixth sense never lied.

A quick glance at Sun Yi confirmed it—she, too, was watching Chen Ting with a face full of thinly veiled disdain. So it wasn’t just in Gu Zi’s head.

Su Shen, to his credit, didn’t accept the gift. He was about to politely decline when Chen Yu—oblivious as ever—happily stepped forward to take it on his behalf.

“You didn’t have to bring anything! It’s great just having you here,” he said cheerfully. “Have you had lunch? Want to sit down and have some fruit?”

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