Super Rich: The sister of a superstar is the richest man in the world.

Ren Pingsheng wanted to make a change, and the first step was to find a new job.

She definitely can't go back to her previous dance studio for the time being. She hasn't recovered enough to demonstrate, and it wouldn't be very convincing to the parents.

After sending out numerous resumes, I finally received a reply from this welfare home.

The job involves taking care of children, and you can choose your own shifts. Ren Pingsheng felt that it would be okay to go there temporarily until he fully recovered.

She still wanted to go back to the dance studio, where she could at least earn 16,000 to 17,000 yuan a month. As for the welfare program that offered 28,000 to 40,000 yuan a month, Ren Pingsheng shared the same thoughts as many other applicants:

Just take a look and stop dreaming.

The argument that broke out today stemmed from Ren Pingsheng's desire to go out to work:

"Mingyuan, I have something I want to discuss with you."

"What's up?" Zhao Mingyuan, who was in a hurry to leave for work, glanced at his watch. "I have an important meeting this morning."

"I received a reply to the resume I submitted before. The children's welfare home asked me to come for an interview today." Ren Pingsheng's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

Zhao Mingyuan's smile froze: "Now? But Xiao Qing Tuan is only three months old."

“It’s also a place to take care of the child, and I can choose a fixed shift to work. Xiao Qingtuan is also fed formula, so Mom can take care of her a little bit at night, which is fine.” Ren Pingsheng’s eyes sparkled.

Zhao Mingyuan's face darkened: "Stop joking. The child is so young and needs his mother to take care of him."

"But I'm almost depressed from staying home every day!"

Ren Pingsheng's voice suddenly rose, "I need to work, I need to communicate with people, I need to feel like I'm not just a baby-making and baby-raising machine!"

"Keep your voice down, you'll wake the child." Zhao Mingyuan lowered his voice. "Which mother hasn't gone through this? My mother raised me, and now she's helping you take care of Xiao Qingtuan, and she's never complained."

"That happened thirty years ago!"

Ren Pingsheng bit his lip, "I should have my own career, and my value should not only be reflected in taking care of children."

"Look at what you're saying. Does going to an orphanage mean you're not a childcare tool?"

Ren Pingsheng felt a surge of grievance welling up in his heart:

“You don’t understand anything at all. Before, I could buy whatever I wanted, but now I have to go through the trouble of choosing and comparing prices one by one, and then I have to wait for you to come back and confirm with me. I don’t have my own income, do you understand?”

"So it's my fault for getting you pregnant, and my fault for being incompetent?" Zhao Mingyuan's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Yes! It's your fault. My mom and I both said we'd wait a few years before having a child, when she and my dad would be retired and able to help us. We don't even have a down payment for a house now. You told me that your project would be approved and we'd have money, so I could have a child without worry."

Unfortunately, the project failed, but the baby was born, and there was no going back. Do you know how painful it was for me to shamelessly ask my parents for money?

Zhao Mingyuan picked up his briefcase, deliberately avoiding her gaze: "There's no room for discussion on this. Also, I didn't tell you to ask your mother for money! Excuse me, I'm going to be late for work."

Ren Pingsheng stopped him: "I'm not going to find my mom. If I don't find her, we won't be able to get enough milk powder for Xiao Qing Tuan this month. Besides, I have the right to decide my own future!"

"Have you considered the child's needs?" Zhao Mingyuan's voice suddenly rose. "Also, my mother has to cook for you during the day, clean the house, and take care of the baby at night. What if she collapses from exhaustion?"

"Your mom, your mom, have you thought about me collapsing from exhaustion all these days? Your mom is tired because her son is useless and can't afford to hire a housekeeper, is it because of me? Helping me? That's ridiculous. Did I give birth to Xiao Qing Tuan myself?"

The argument reached a stalemate, and seeing that Ren Pingsheng was unwilling to back down, Zhao Mingyuan had no choice but to ask his boss for two hours off.

......

While Ren Pingsheng was breastfeeding, Zhao Mingyuan quickly packed his briefcase, preparing to leave for the company.

"Don't be so selfish. Being a mother means sacrifice, it's only natural! We'll talk about it when I get home from get off work tonight."

"What about Father? Doesn't Father have to sacrifice himself?"

Ren Pingsheng, disregarding the fact that he was holding the child, immediately retorted, "Why can't you share more of the childcare responsibility?"

Zhao Mingyuan took a deep breath, seemingly trying to control his emotions: "Let's not argue in front of the children, let's talk about it when we get back tonight."

“There’s nothing to talk about,” Ren Pingsheng said stubbornly, raising his chin. “What you said has actually made me decide.”

Zhao Mingyuan stared at her for a few seconds, then suddenly grabbed his keys and slammed the door shut as he left.

The loud slamming of the door startled Xiao Qingtuan, who burst into tears. Ren Pingsheng slid down to the ground with the child in his arms, gently patting her to help her burp, his vision blurred with tears.

She gently rocked her daughter, humming an off-key lullaby, but her heart felt like it was being torn in two.

On one hand, there's the desire to work and the expectation of rediscovering oneself; on the other hand, there's the guilt towards her daughter and the fear of possibly missing out on her child's critical developmental period.

By the time Grandma returned, Xiao Qingtuan was already fast asleep in her mother's arms. The old woman took her granddaughter, gently patting her as she walked towards the crib.

"My little Qingtuan, be good~ Grandma will hold you, Mommy can't sit on the ground to hold you~ It's one thing to not earn money, but you can't even take good care of your own child, Grandma loves you~ Oh~"

Looking at the two of them, Ren Pingsheng suddenly realized that she was trapped in a dilemma where she could not have both.

Be a perfect mother, or go out and become a complete version of yourself.

After being placed in the crib, Xiao Qingtuan whimpered twice and fell back asleep.

The mother-in-law came out but ignored Ren Pingsheng, who was still sitting on the ground, and went about her business.

Ren Pingsheng went in and kissed his daughter's soft hair, tears dripping onto the fine strands. He couldn't give up; he knew he was himself first, and only then was he a mother.

She stopped thinking about how to explain to her husband and mother-in-law. Yes, she loved her child more than anything, but that love should not become a cage that imprisons her.

After taking out his phone and sending a "received" message to the children's welfare home, Ren Pingsheng wiped away his tears with the back of his hand.