The God of Wealth starts with doing whatever you want

Morning light streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling window in Ning Qian's penthouse living room, dividing the space into geometric shapes of light and shadow.

When Xu Yun woke up, the spot beside her was empty, and a faint scent of jasmine lingered on the pillow.

That was the scent of Ning Qian's usual shampoo.

He got up and found a brand new set of dark gray loungewear neatly folded on the bedside table.

The fabric is soft, and the size is just right.

Xu Yun changed her clothes and walked out of the bedroom. A slight sound came from the direction of the kitchen.

In the open kitchen, Ning Qian, with her back to him, was stirring the boiling noodles in the pot with long chopsticks.

She was wearing a beige knitted cardigan, her long hair was loosely tied back, with a few strands falling to her neck.

The morning light outlined her focused profile, a sight that made Xu Yun pause at the door for a few seconds.

"woke up?"

Ning Qian didn't turn around, her voice calm as she smiled and said, "Go wash up first, the hot dry noodles will be ready soon."

New toothbrushes, towels, and razors were already prepared on the bathroom counter.

The toothbrush even had toothpaste already squeezed on it.

Xu Yun looked at herself in the mirror. The very faint red mark left by Li Ying'ai on the side of her neck last night was almost invisible.

He washed his face with warm water, the temperature of which was just right.

When I returned to the restaurant, two bowls of hot dry noodles were already on the table.

The golden noodles are evenly tossed with sesame paste, sprinkled with chopped green onions, pickled cowpeas, and diced radishes, and served with two bowls of steaming egg wine on the side.

Ning Qian was sprinkling the last bit of pickled mustard tuber on the noodles.

She pulled out a chair, sat down first, and said with a smile, "I specially went to buy this sesame paste from a time-honored brand in Jiangcheng yesterday."

The two sat facing each other while eating.

Xu Yun picked up a mouthful of noodles, the rich aroma of sesame paste melting in her mouth. The noodles were chewy, and the toppings were crisp—truly an authentic Jiangcheng flavor.

He took a sip of eggnog; it was sweet with a hint of wine, and smooth as it went down his throat.

The restaurant was quiet, with only the slight clinking of cutlery.

The distant whistle of a riverboat drifted in from outside the window, long and deep.

"I've made some adjustments to the plan for the South City Peninsula."

After finishing a bite of noodles, Ning Qian put down her chopsticks, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said, "Yesterday afternoon I went to the Jiangcheng Art Museum and had a chat with their director."

He mentioned an interesting point: cultural and creative industries aren't about simply displaying goods in shopping malls, but about recreating everyday life scenarios.

Xu Yun raised her head, gesturing for her to continue.

"So I plan to set aside two floors in the commercial complex to create the 'Jiangcheng Memory Street'."

Ning Qian picked up a tablet from the chair next to her, swiped the screen to bring up a sketch, and continued, "It's not about simply replicating the old buildings, but about bringing in those disappearing crafts."

For example, there's Master Wang, the shoe repairman at the alley entrance. He's been repairing shoes for forty years, and his hands are covered in calluses.

I invited him to run a 'handmade leather repair workshop' to teach young people how to wax and mend leather shoes.

There's also Grandma Liu selling lotus root starch; her stall could be transformed into a "Jiangcheng Traditional Snack Experience Corner."

She pushed the tablet towards Xu Yun.

The screen displays hand-drawn concept art.

An elderly man with white hair sits in a bright workshop, teaching young people how to make leather goods; a clay pot simmers on an old-fashioned coal stove, wafting the sweet aroma of lotus root starch; there is even an "old neighborhood tea area" with several bamboo chairs around an eight-immortal table.

"Chairman Lee of Shinsegae mentioned wanting to introduce a Korean-style supermarket, which is fine."

Ning Qian's tone remained calm and professional as she said, "But the stomachs of Jiangcheng people still prefer hot dry noodles, bean curd sheets, and fermented rice wine. That's why I reserved the best street-facing location for the 'Jiangcheng Time-Honored Brands Alliance'."

Chairman Li's supermarket can be located on the second floor, but the entrance on the first floor must bear signs like "Cai Lin Ji" or "Lao Tong Cheng".

Xu Yun flipped through the plan.

Ning Qian's adjustment was very clever.

Instead of directly rejecting Lee Young-ae, she redefined the value orientation of the entire project by increasing the weight of local businesses.

This is business acumen, and also a choice made after a deep understanding of the city.

"Lee Young-ae did indeed bring up the collaboration last night."

Xu Yun put down the tablet and decided to take the initiative, saying, "New World needs an entry point into the Chinese market, and I might need their distribution channels in South Korea."

Ning Qian picked up the eggnog, took a small sip, and showed no emotion on her face.

Whatever Xu Yun says goes; she doesn't need my opinion.

"Shinsegae's retail network in South Korea is indeed impressive, especially its high-end supermarkets and duty-free shops."

But they've tested four projects in China over the past three years, and three of them failed.

She paused for a moment and then said, "The problem lies in localization. South Korea's consumption habits, supply chain, and even shelf display logic are different from China's."

Xu Yun asked curiously, "So what's your suggestion?"

"If they really want to enter Jiangcheng, we can conduct a pilot program."

Ning Qian, with a clear mind, said, "For example, in the Chengnan Peninsula project, we can give them a pilot store of a 3000-square-meter boutique supermarket."

However, several conditions must be met.

First, 30% of the goods must be local specialties of Jiangcheng;

Second, at least half of the management team should be locals;
Third, the supply chain needs to be integrated with the local farm-to-supermarket system in Jiangcheng.

As she spoke, she picked up a thick folder from the chair next to her and handed it to Xu Yun: "This is the 'Interview Records of Merchants in the Old Street Area of ​​Jiangcheng' that my team has compiled over the past three months."

We visited 127 long-established shops and recorded their operating conditions, difficulties, and expectations for the renovation.

On page seven, there is an interview with Master Wang, a shoe repairman. He said, "My son doesn't want to learn my skills, and I can't find an apprentice either."

"If there were a place where I could teach while I work, I'd be willing to do it for free."

Xu Yun opened the folder.

It contains not only written records but also photos.

Wrinkled hands are sewing shoe soles, a clay pot of soup is bubbling on a coal stove, and an old man wearing reading glasses is doing accounts next to an old-fashioned abacus.

Each page tells a story.

"Renovation is not the end goal; the goal is to make the old neighbors live better lives."

Ning Qian chuckled softly and said, "This is what you told me when you were working on the old town project."

Xu Yun closed the folder.

He recalled that a year ago, he had indeed casually said something like that to Ning Qian.

Unexpectedly, she remembered it all along.

After finishing breakfast, Ning Qian began to clear the dishes.

Xu Yun offered to help, but she waved her hand and refused, saying, "I can do it myself."

How could I let my husband do this kind of thing?

Xu Yun nodded and went to the bedroom to change back into her own clothes.

When she came out, Ning Qian had already tidied up the kitchen. The morning light shone on her, making her look as if she were gilded with a layer of light gold.

Afterwards, the two went out together. Ning Qian went to the company, while Xu Yun drove to the three-story villa located by Donghu Lake in Jiangcheng.

This is what he and Zhong Yanyan chose together.

At that time, Zhong Yanyan said she liked the quietness here, and that she could see the lake and mountains when she opened the window.

Xu Yun had just parked his car when he saw Zhong Yanyan walk quickly out of the house, holding a folder in her hand.

She wore a loose light blue knitted dress with a beige cardigan over it, and her long hair fell smoothly over her shoulders.

If you don't look closely, you can hardly tell that she is pregnant.

Why are you here?

Zhong Yanyan walked up to him, her tone filled with surprise, but her face was noticeably pale.

"The meeting has been rescheduled."

Xu Yun took the folder from her hand and asked with a smile, "Are you going out?"

"Going to work, there's a meeting."

As Zhong Yanyan spoke, she suddenly covered her mouth, turned around, and quickly walked towards the flower bed next to her.

Xu Yun quickly followed and saw her leaning against a tree trunk, bending over and dry heaving a few times.

"Your morning sickness is so bad?" Xu Yun gently patted her back.

"It was a little better in the morning, but it's started again now."

Zhong Yanyan straightened up, took out a tissue from her bag to wipe her mouth, and forced a smile, saying, "I don't know why either."

To let her family know she was pregnant, Zhong Yanyan has been living in her villa and going to work every morning as usual.

Xu Yun helped her into the house and asked, "Didn't the nutritionist give you a diet plan? It's not working?"

"I ate according to the recipe, but I still vomited."

Zhong Yanyan sat down on the sofa, took out a thick book titled "Pregnancy Nutrition and Conditioning" from under the coffee table, and said, "Look, this book says that morning sickness is normal and will improve after three months."

Xu Yun flipped through the book and found that it indeed contained numerous annotations.

Zhong Yanyan highlighted key points with different colored highlighters and made notes in the blank spaces: "Vitamin B6 can relieve symptoms," "Eat smaller, more frequent meals," "Avoid greasy foods," etc.

"I also bought this."

She then took out a book from beside the sofa, "Prenatal Education: Starting from Zero Years Old".

The book's cover features a smiling baby, and it's already turned to Chapter Three.

"The book says that the parents' voices are very important for fetal development. So..."

She smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Last night, I read your financial reports to my stomach for quite a while."

Xu Yun chuckled: "Financial report?"

"I want my child to have a business mind from a young age."

Zhong Yanyan spoke confidently, but then became serious and said, "But seriously, you have to help me think of a name, if it's for a boy."

She took a notebook from the coffee table drawer and opened it to a page.

Dozens of names have already been written on it, arranged in stroke order, with the meaning and origin of each name also noted next to it.

“According to the Zhong family’s rules, boys of this generation are born with the character ‘日’ (sun) in their names.” Zhong Yanyan pointed to the list and said, “I’ve picked ‘晅’, ‘晙’, and ‘晟’, but I don’t know which one is the best.”

Xu Yun looked at those names.

Zhong Yanyan's handwriting is neat and elegant, and she writes each name meticulously.

He could picture her sitting here last night, looking up words in the dictionary and taking notes.

"No rush, there's still time to think it over."

How could I not be anxious?

Zhong Yanyan closed her notebook, her expression turning serious, and said, "A child's name is a lifelong matter, and..."

"Alright then, I'll think of one."

"Ah."

Zhong Yan Yan breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back on the sofa.

She gently placed her hand on her lower abdomen, although there was hardly any change there yet.

"Xu Yun".

She suddenly said softly, "Sometimes I'm scared."

"What are you afraid of?"

"I'm afraid I won't be a good mother."

Zhong Yanyan looked at her hands and said, "I've been used to arranging things and proceeding according to plan since I was a child."

But pregnancy... it doesn't work out of your control.

You will feel nauseous, tired, and emotionally unstable.

And after the child is born, how should we raise and educate him/her...?

She shook her head, somewhat worried, and said, "I've read so many books, but the more I read, the less I feel like I've read enough."

"..."

Xu Yun sat down beside her and took her hand.

Her hands were a little cold.

No one is born knowing how to be a parent.

He smiled and comforted her, "We can learn together."

Zhong Yanyan turned to look at him, and quickly smiled again: "Okay. Let's learn together."

Around noon, the nutritionist delivered a specially prepared lunch.

Steamed sea bass, stir-fried broccoli and shrimp, and millet porridge are all light and easy-to-digest dishes.

Zhong Yanyan forced herself to eat some, but then felt nauseous and eventually had to go to the bathroom to vomit.

Xu Yun stood outside the bathroom door, listening to the sounds inside, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside her.

This woman, who is decisive and efficient at work, is now experiencing the most primal physiological reactions.

She chose to bear it alone.

When Zhong Yanyan came out, Xu Yun handed her a glass of warm water and said, "Don't go to work this afternoon, stay home and rest."

"No, this meeting is very important."

Zhong Yan Yan rinsed her mouth and said, "It's okay, I can manage."

Xu Yun knew he couldn't dissuade her, so he could only drive her to work.

Before getting off the bus, Zhong Yanyan took out a small box from her bag and said with a smile, "This is for you."

Inside the box was an exquisite tie clip.

Made of platinum, with a simple design and a tiny "X" engraved on it.

"It was custom-made and just arrived yesterday."

Zhong Yanyan said, "I see you often have to attend formal occasions now, so this should come in handy."

Xu Yun accepted the tie clip.

Zhong Yanyan got out of the car with satisfaction and walked into the office building.

Her back remained upright, and her steps were steady; no one could tell that she was experiencing severe morning sickness.

At 3 p.m., Xu Yun had just returned to the villa when his phone rang.

This time it was Fu Baoying calling from Hong Kong.

"husband."

Fu Baoying's voice sounded different, as if it carried a hint of barely concealed excitement, but she tried her best to remain calm as she asked, "Is it convenient for you to take this call right now?"

"No, you say."

"The Jockey Club will hold a board meeting next Thursday, and there are a few issues we would like to hear your opinion on."

Fu Baoying got to the point and said, "The first issue is about the adjustment of the horse import policy. Some people have proposed to relax the quarantine period for Australian Thoroughbreds."
The second is the sponsorship proposal for next season;

The third one…

The two then chatted about the daily affairs of the horse racing club.

Fu Baoying reported on the betting data for the recent night races, the horses' injury status, and the progress of new member development.

Her report was well-organized and the data was accurate, showing that she had clearly put in a lot of effort.

As the conversation was drawing to a close, Fu Baoying suddenly paused and lowered her voice: "There's one more thing... I've been feeling a bit unwell these past two days."

"What changes?"

"My period came early, and..."

She seemed to be carefully choosing her words, saying, "It's not very regular. I initially thought I was sick, so I went to the Hong Kong Sanatorium & Hospital yesterday for a full checkup."

Upon hearing this, Xu Yun knew that the medicine she had given her was probably working.

At the time, the system was described as "repairing congenital defects in the reproductive system," but even he was not entirely clear about the specific effects and process.

He asked, feigning ignorance, "What were the test results? Don't worry, there might be something wrong with your health."

"The doctor said..."

Fu Baoying's voice finally trembled slightly as she replied, "The uterine morphology has shown 'positive changes'."

The original statement was 'Some congenital structural abnormalities show signs of self-repair.'

They couldn't explain the reason and suggested I have a follow-up check-up next month.

Xu Yun pretended to be confused and said, "I don't quite understand. Could you explain it more clearly?"

"Maybe I can be a mother."

Fu Baoying took a deep breath and said those words.

"This is a good thing."

Xu Yun said with a smile, "It seems that God is still kind to you and wants you to be a good mother."

"Ah."

Fu Baoying suddenly asked tentatively in a soft voice, "Xu Yun, is my ability to act like this related to the poison you tricked me into taking last time?"

"I don't have that ability."

Xu Yun chuckled jokingly, "Don't overthink it. At least you have another option now. If you ever want a child, just let me know, and I'll be there for you."

Fu Baoying: "..."

After hanging up the phone, Xu Yun smiled and shook his head.

Women are all hypocritical.

The reason I didn't want children back then was simply because I had no hope.

Now that he had given her hope, he could feel her suppressed emotions and excitement.

This isn't so bad, actually. Xu Xiaozhi is adopted, after all, and Fu Baoying doesn't get enough security from him.

Only if I could have a child with her would her heart be at peace.

……

The next day, Xu Yun received a call from Lin Zhengyu.

"Are you in Jiangcheng?"

Lin Zhengyu's voice was as energetic as ever as he said, "Wang Chuanfu, the general manager of BYD, just called me and said he's coming to Jiangcheng next week and wants to invite you to play a game of football."

Xu Yun: "Play football?"

"Yes, the original quote was 'The football field is more comfortable than the meeting room.'"

Lin Zhengyu laughed and said, "I guess he wanted to talk about partial licensing of solid-state batteries, but didn't want to make it too formal."

"So, are you in or not? I haven't played in ages, and I'm really interested."

"go."

Xu Yun smiled and said, "You and him arrange a time, and let me know when it's time."

"Got it!"

Lin Zhengyu readily agreed, saying, "Then I'll finalize the details with President Wang."

By the way, the equipment for CATL's G-level production line has already started arriving, half a month ahead of schedule. Zeng Yuqun has really gone all out this time.

"Oh," Xu Yun replied indifferently, not particularly interested.

The two chatted for a few more minutes about industry developments before ending the call.

Xu Yun suddenly felt that something had changed, even without his own awareness.

He had agreed to be a hands-off manager, but recently he's found that no matter how unwilling he is, he seems to have more things to do.

That's wrong. What kind of business would a super-rich person do?

The rhythm seems to have completely gone out of control.

What I want is to enjoy life; these things should be left to others.

After this incident involving Wang Chuanfu, he's going to disappear from the public eye and stop getting involved in other people's affairs, letting them fend for themselves!
Moreover, through recent observations, I've found that all the women around me are exceptionally capable and fully competent in handling these business matters.

Besides, even if he messes it up, it doesn't matter; he's not short of money! (End of Chapter)