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"So, Qiu Yan Yan still has the nerve to claim that the child is Fan Fengshou’s?"
Yan Jinsu already had a rough idea of the kind of logic this woman, Qiu Yan Yan, had, so this guess wasn’t too far-fetched.
Chen Xiufang laughed, showing her teeth as she nodded, spreading her hands, "Guess she doesn’t even know whose it is?!"
"Poof!" Yan Jinsu had just taken a sip of water and was startled, spraying it out when she heard Sister Fang’s straightforward response.
She coughed twice, wiping the corner of her mouth, and then turned her head to see Chen Xiufang with a shocked expression. Embarrassed, she said:
"Sister Fang, it’s not my fault, you were too blunt, I was a bit taken aback. Plus, none of the water got on you, what’s with that comical expression?"
As if she had done something earth-shattering.
After speaking, Yan Jinsu quickly wiped off the water on her hand and any spills on the table, the embarrassment too much to bear, thankfully no one else besides her and Sister Fang were present.
"Oh... no, just a bit unexpected." She had been calculating for so long and had not seen little Ni’s ’flustered’ expression, yet now, unexpectedly, she witnessed her ’accidentally’ spray water; of course, she was also very surprised!
"It’s still your fault for being so blunt... Does your husband know?!" Yan Jinsu glared at her before continuing to sip her water leisurely.
She was grateful that she always drank in small sips; otherwise, it would have been more embarrassing.
"My husband? Uh, he doesn’t know!" Her husband was a decent man; he wouldn’t join her in such nonsense!
"By the way, Ni, the little tiger clothes you gave Xiao Ze for his first birthday, they looked really good. Where did you get them?"
Her son stole the show on his first birthday! Back then, so many people asked her where she got that charming little tiger outfit, but she had no idea.
"That little outfit? My little aunt made it. I thought it was well-made so I got one for Xiao Ze, and he really stood out, right?"
"Absolutely, many people asked me where the clothes came from, but I had no idea either. What do you think about making this design into a sample?"
"Sister Fang, aren’t you busy enough? Money can’t be earned all at once, you should just focus on managing that traditional Chinese medicine shop. You’re about to get pregnant; there’s no need to overwork yourself."
Because of the relationship between the Chen family and the Li Family, Chen Xiufang took lead, using the Chen family’s overseas connections to register a traditional Chinese medicine pharmaceutical factory in China.
Yan Jinsu contributed formulas as shares, owning thirty percent; Chen Xiufang managed the company, owning twenty percent; her own husband, Xie Jingchen, covered the transportation lines and protection, owning twenty percent; the remaining thirty percent was divided with the Chen family owning twenty percent, and ten percent becoming an important part of the company’s equity.
This traditional Chinese medicine company had been established for a year and, by the time Yan Jinsu left her hometown, all the legal procedures had been completed.
"Oh, you’re right, we’ve made enough money, I can’t just want to grab everything that’s good. Your little aunt is so skilled, she should start a clothing factory, it won’t do badly!"
Now Chen Xiufang had a say in the company and was always thinking about making money.
"What’s the rush, it’s only 1979, and the business boom is just beginning. Besides, my youngest is still in college; let her finish her studies, it’ll be just right for the times." Yan Jinsu shook her head—Sister Fang really did seem captivated by the sight of money.
"That’s true, a college student, what a great background. As for me, I was just born in the wrong era!"
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