The Heiress's Game

"There's one more thing, little sister, please don't think I'm being rude."

"Whether it's walking alongside brilliance, Chen Cui, or Gu Yunjin—these are all trivial matters."

Instead of wasting your energy on trivial matters, spend it on more meaningful things.

First, charity. Aunt Wang has been managing the family foundation for the past few years. You're listed as a director, but how many times a year have you actually visited?

Second, regarding your personal image, stop arguing with the gossip media. The more you fight with them, the more they'll write about you.

Learn from Jolie—where do you fall short compared to her? You fall short in the area of ​​composure.

Gu Mingyue looked indignant. She wanted to say, "What's the point of comparing me to her?" but she swallowed the words back.

Gu Mingcheng continued, "At the opening ceremony of the last autistic children's art exhibition, the organizers had your nameplate all set up, but you stood them up at the last minute."

If word gets out about this, people won't say you're busy; they'll just say your position as honorary chairman is just a figurehead.

Gu Mingyue's weakness was exposed, and she curled her lips downwards: "Wasn't I dealing with Chen Cui's matter during that time? How could I be in the mood for—"

"That's what I meant when I said you've been focusing your energy in the wrong place."

Gu Mingcheng drank a cup of water.

"Charity is not something that ends once you donate money."

You have to show up, be presentable, and let everyone see you standing there, smiling and shaking hands with everyone who needs help.

This kind of photo is a hundred times more useful than a street photo taken by a photographer you hire for millions.

How many years will those people on social media praise you for being "so beautiful"? But if you establish the label of "Gu Mingyue is enthusiastic about charity and is beautiful inside and out," you can use it for a lifetime.

From now on, any negative news will have a buffer – who would criticize someone who has been doing charity work for years?

Gu Mingyue remained silent for a moment, offering no rebuttal.

"And there's one more crucial point." Gu Mingcheng put down his water glass.

"Count for yourself, how many years have you been married?"

Gu Mingyue's expression stiffened slightly.

"It's been more than three years, right? And you still don't have a child."

Girl, this problem is a hundred times more serious than Chen Cui's variety show.

You know very well that the Zhao family is the actual controller of Hongsheng Group. Although you will become the second young mistress after marrying into the family, the future succession of power in the Zhao family depends on who has a son.

If you don't have children, someone else will. What will you do then?

Gu Mingyue's lips moved slightly, her voice low: "He has a mistress outside, I don't want to have his child."

Gu Mingcheng was stunned for a moment, then let out a cold laugh.

"So you're just going to hold a grudge against him? If he doesn't come home, you let him not come home; if he cheats on you, you let him cheat on you—if he doesn't touch you, you won't have to give birth? Gu Mingyue, are you stupid?"

He placed his water glass on the bar counter, making a soft, rhythmic clanging sound.

"You think this is an idol drama? The male lead cheats on his wife, and the female lead is determined to divorce him and live her own life—show me how to live that kind of life in real life?"

If you get divorced, the Zhao family won't suffer any serious damage, and the Gu family can afford to lose it too.

But you can't afford to lose face. You're the second young mistress of the Zhao family in Hongsheng Group now. What will happen after the divorce?

You want to go back to your parents' home and become the Gu family's pampered daughter? How old are you this year? Thirty-four. What kind of family can you marry into again? You know the answer in your heart.

Gu Mingyue's eyes reddened.

"But I really—" she said, then stopped, as if she didn't know what to say.

"Listen," Gu Mingcheng said, his tone softening slightly.

"As long as my dad and I are alive, mistresses will never be able to have children."

Don't worry about that—the people on Zhao's side aren't stupid; they know what they can and cannot do.

If you don't have a baby now, it's like throwing away your biggest hand of cards.

In wealthy families, feelings are the least valuable thing; blood ties are the real currency.

Your children, especially your son, are the foundation for your stability in the Zhao family.

You can do whatever you want then—do charity if you want, be a socialite if you want, or even cheat on your brother-in-law.

But before that, you need to get the important business done.

Enraged by his last sentence, Gu Mingyue grabbed a cushion from the sofa and threw it at him.

The cushion hit Gu Mingcheng's shoulder, but he didn't move at all, not even the water in his glass sloshed.

"Stop smashing it, the cushion isn't making any noise."

He bent down, picked it up, and threw it back onto the sofa.

"Alright, stop thinking about the mistress. I'll talk to your brother-in-law."

Sorry, this book has been updated intermittently, and I couldn't even remember who was older, Gu Mingcheng or Gu Mingyue. Thanks to the commenters for reminding me, Gu Mingcheng is older, he should be the brother-in-law.