The Birth of Shanghai's First Conglomerate

Chapter 100 Rescuing Django
Top-tier postpartum care centers require advance booking.

After Song Yanxi found a suitable place, Chen Pingsheng took her to visit it the next day.

This is the most upscale postpartum care center in Shijingshan District, called Aikeda Postpartum Care Center.

The clubhouse is quite private, and its location in the suburbs makes parking convenient.

There are three packages available, with the highest being 58 per month.

The room was a large suite, fully equipped.

There are also two professional postpartum nannies who take turns caring for the baby day and night, and a dedicated health consultant responsible for Song Yanxi's postpartum recovery and conditioning.

Women usually gain weight after giving birth.

Some recover in as little as six months, while others remain the same.

With a professional health consultant, it's a different story; recovery can be achieved in three months, requiring a healthy diet and a small amount of exercise.

"Sir, if you make an appointment now, you can enjoy a 10% discount."

The receptionist explained it to him in great detail; even the most expensive package, costing 580,000, wasn't sold very often in a month.

Chen Pingsheng was quite satisfied with the environment; it was similar to a large suite in a five-star hotel.

"Honey, how do you feel?"

Song Yanxi glanced at it and said, "If it's okay, let's book this place. It's close to home, and it'll be convenient for you to come over in the evening."

"Then let's go with this place."

He needed to pay a deposit of 50,000 yuan to make a reservation in advance, so he booked for June.

The receptionist asked him to register his phone number and name. After Chen Pingsheng finished writing, he took his wife home.

There are many things to be careful about as you approach your due date. He himself runs a health and beauty business, so he knows a lot about these things.

back home.

Chen Pingsheng asked Song Yanxi to sit on the sofa on the first floor to rest.

He went to wash some cherries and sweet cherries for her and put them next to her.

Chewing on one of these snacks now and then makes life wonderful.

Not finding the little brat on the first floor, Chen Pingsheng shouted towards the second floor.

"Chen An'an, come down quickly and take care of your mother."

Although Chen An'an is useless and does nothing of substance, she is very obedient when it comes to being filial to her parents.

"Dad, I'm so young, how am I supposed to take care of Mom?"

Sunday.

In Beijing, families with even a little financial means will enroll children her age in all sorts of tutoring classes.

She didn't have any of them; she relied entirely on her own initiative to study.

She got third from the bottom in her class last month, and she even bought herself a small cake to celebrate.

Improving by two places is of great significance.

Chen Pingsheng was initially quite happy, but he only found out later when the teacher handed out the test papers.

Progress is all about guessing; just randomly fill in A, B, C, and whatever you guess right is one.

She probably washed her hands an extra time before leaving the house that day, which led to her good luck, as she guessed half of the answers correctly.

It is far ahead of the bottom group.

They ranked in the top three.

"Pour a basin of water for your dad to wash his feet first."

"Okay." Chen An'an went off happily, got water from the kitchen, and then poured half a thermos of boiling water into it.

Only then did they obediently bring it over.

"Mom, let's soak our feet."

Chen Pingsheng hooked his right leg over, took off his shoes, and felt comfortable.

Chen An'an felt that her father was too bad, that he would actually deceive her in this way.

Chen Pingsheng leaned back on the sofa and patted the seat next to him, inviting Chen An'an to sit down.

The father and daughter hadn't had a proper chat in a while.

Chen Pingsheng asked her, "An'an, have you ever thought about what kind of person you want to be in the future?"

"Dad, I want to be a good person."

"What a good person! That's not bad. You've finally made something of yourself and know how to be a good person."

Chen Pingsheng lifted his foot and said, "Go and pour out the foot bath water."

"Dad, does my being a good person have anything to do with this foot bath water?" Chen An'an always felt that her father was fooling her, but Chen Pingsheng said, "Of course it does. The first standard of being a good person is to be filial to your parents. You won't even pour out your father's foot bath water, so what kind of good person are you?"

Okay, you've convinced me.

Chen An'an carried the foot-washing basin to the backyard and used it to water the flowers outside.

As the teacher said, "Every grain of soil soaked in sweat is the result of hard work."

She wants to save every drop of water.

It's over.

These seem to be two pots of Jade Orchids that my dad bought for 100,000 yuan last month. Their leaves are emerald green and even emit a faint fluorescence at night.

He comes to check on things every night.

I glanced inside and realized he didn't seem to notice at all.

Chen An'an went inside without making a sound.

As long as she doesn't say it, her death will be attributed to her father's failure to raise her properly.

"Chen An'an, why do you take so long to pour out the foot bath water?"

"It's nothing, I just saw that the two potted plants Dad bought were pretty, so I took a few extra glances at them."

"It's rare to find someone with such an appreciative eye."

Chen Pingsheng was very pleased. Who told him that orchids are beautiful and it would be great to keep a few pots at home?

He thought he'd been ripped off after spending 100,000 yuan on this, but his daughter liked it too.

Turning my head, I saw what was going on with the overflowing water.

Turning around stiffly, Chen Pingsheng asked, "Chen An'an, could you explain a little about what happened with that water?"

Chen An'an was still holding a basin in her hand. When she realized that she had said something wrong, she simply neither denied nor admitted it.

"Dad, would you believe me if I said it wasn't me?"

"Do not believe."

"That's settled then. Do you want a spanking or a hand spanking?"

"Heh, you're quite good at admitting your mistakes."

"Good people don't deny the mistakes they've made. Besides, I didn't do it on purpose. It just so happened that the flower pot was growing right where I was pouring water."

The little guy may not be good at academics, but he's definitely good at talking.

Chen Pingsheng ignored her excuses and gave her a hard bow, which allowed her to cry for a long time.

After running upstairs, the crying stopped. I guess she turned on Teletubbies, grabbed a bag of fries, and went to lick her wound.

Song Yanxi, standing to the side, sighed, neither father nor daughter would stop talking.

A moment later, her phone rang; it was her sister, Song Wu, calling again.

"Sister, my cousin from our hometown has been missing for half a month since she came to Beijing."

"What do you mean?"

"She came to Beijing to see you, but her phone was stolen on the train. They couldn't contact her for half a month, and her family back home was almost crying with worry. She only sent me a QQ message yesterday. It seems she was tricked into going to a shady factory."

"What?"

She has many cousins. After asking around, I found out that her youngest cousin is Jiang Peiyao, a very pretty but rather naive girl.

Song Wu was already on her way. If she hadn't received a QQ message from her today, she wouldn't have known that her little cousin had already arrived in the capital.

The people back home are really carefree; all they know is that her sister's family is doing well in Beijing.

I never thought my daughter would be missing. Maybe she called home, but the current situation is that we can't find her.

Song Yanxi wanted to get up, but Chen Pingsheng told her to rest and that he could go by himself.

If you can still use QQ after arriving in Beijing, then it proves that there is no danger.

There aren't that many unscrupulous factories under the capital anymore; it's not the 1990s anymore.

At most, it's just the boss selling dreams and fooling employees into taking the least amount of money while doing the most work.

"Chen An'an, do you want to go out with Daddy?"

Chen An'an, who was upstairs, peeked out and asked, "Where are you going?"

"To uphold justice and rescue Django."

Chen An'an's eyes lit up; she had to go.

"Dad, wait for me, I'm going to change my look."

(End of this chapter)