After being reborn, the scumbag CEO begs me to remarry him every day.

Presumably, the feedback from the client was quite positive, and Liang Jingfang finally showed some humanity by giving the three of them a half-day off.

Wang Xiaoyu is a complete homebody. As soon as he heard about the holiday, he immediately said he wanted to go back to play games.

Song Zhiruo had no choice but to set her sights on Tang Xia.

"Sister, please, please come shopping with me. I haven't bought a single new piece of clothing in the past two weeks, it's so painful."

Tang Xia has never been able to resist Song Zhiruo's coquettishness, and this time was no exception.

"Okay, I'll go shopping with you. Perfect timing, I also want to buy Niannian some new clothes."

"I suddenly remembered something, sis, you haven't shown me any pictures of your daughter, and you don't post any on your WeChat Moments either."

It's not surprising at all that Song Zhiruo would ask this question.

Many women's lives revolve almost entirely around their children after giving birth, and they feel like they can post eight hundred updates on social media every day.

Tang Xia, however, believes that minimizing the exposure of a child's information is the true form of protection.

Especially during this sensitive period, we need to be extra careful.

But then again, she has quite a few photos of Nian Nian saved on her phone.

She opened the photo album and handed over her phone.

"Wow, what an adorable little girl! She looks just like you!" Song Zhiruo watched the video on her phone with great interest.

But the more she looked, the more she felt something was wrong.

"Sis, Niannian looks almost exactly like me when I was little."

"Really?" Tang Xia was also surprised.

"Yes, I have photos too. Wait for me to find them and show them to you."

Song Zhiruo quickly found her childhood photos among the pile of pictures of luxury goods and delicious food.

When placed side by side, they do look somewhat alike.

Song Zhiruo couldn't help but sigh, "Sure enough, all the great beauties look pretty much the same when they're young. You can rest assured, Niannian will definitely be as beautiful as me when she grows up."

Tang Xia couldn't help but shake her head with a smile, saying with a touch of indulgence, "You're such a show-off."

The two quickly drove to a nearby high-end shopping mall.

The items here are shockingly expensive.

Tang Xia was startled by the countless zeros at the end of the price tag when she simply flipped it over.

Song Zhiruo is indeed from a wealthy family; she buys anything she sets her sights on without batting an eye.

After walking around for a while, she realized that Tang Xia was still empty-handed.

"Sis, aren't you going to buy some?"

Tang Xia said helplessly, "Miss, look at these things. How many of them are within my budget?"

Song Zhiruo then stuck out her tongue sheepishly: "Sister, I didn't mean to. You don't think I'm showing off, do you?"

"of course not."

Tang Xia knew that Song Zhiruo was just spoiled from a young age and had no bad intentions.

Before leaving, Song Zhiruo bought several pieces of clothing and toys for Niannian, saying they were gifts for the child, which Tang Xia had no choice but to accept.

After wandering around for a while, Song Zhiruo suddenly received a phone call.

Tang Xia didn't eavesdrop intentionally, but judging from the tone of the conversation, it must have been her mother.

The two people must have a good relationship.

Tang Xia couldn't help but feel a little envious of Song Zhiruo.

Although Tang Xia's parents only had her as their child, for some reason, they had been very cold towards her since she could remember.

Several times, when she tried to get closer to her parents, she was hurt by their indifference.

As a result, she has almost never felt the warmth of family.

"Sister, I'm so sorry, I was the one who invited you, but my brother has run into some trouble, so I might have to go back first."

"It's okay, I can just wander around by myself some more."

Although she said she was just strolling around, Tang Xia actually took a taxi home after only a short while.

Niannian seemed to really like those gifts.

After playing for a long time, I don't even want to drink milk anymore.

"The little girl is getting more and more lively, that's great," Aunt Ruan said with a sense of relief as she sat beside her.

"Yes."

Tang Xia's greatest hope is that Niannian can be like a normal child in the future, able to jump, run, be carefree, and do everything she wants.

"By the way, Xia, you should be home this Saturday, right?"

"Here, what's wrong?"

Aunt Ruan sighed: "There are some things at home that I need to take care of when I get back."

"It's alright, you can go back now. Is it serious? Do you need any help?"

"No need for that, but I must warn you, be careful of that little kid from the Lin family, he's just like his mother, very cunning."

"Don't worry, Aunt Ruan, I'll be careful."

Aunt Ruan left that very night.

Fortunately, Qiao's parents' attitude towards her has improved recently. In addition, a certain Ms. Lin has been working tirelessly as a free nanny in her home, so taking care of Niannian by herself is not too tiring.

"Sister-in-law, why did you buy such expensive clothes for the child? Even our An'an wouldn't wear this brand."

Lin Yiyue, with her sharp eyes, spotted the packaging bag that Tang Xia hadn't had time to throw away yet.

Seeing the price on the label made my eyes water with envy.

She knew that although Tang Xia had started working, it hadn't been a month yet, so she definitely hadn't received her salary. The money for the purchases could only have come from Qiao Zhiyu.

Tang Xia didn't even need to think to figure out that Lin Yiyue now felt that all of Qiao Zhiyu's money belonged to her.

I don't know what kind of promise Qiao Zhiyu made to her, but she's been obediently working as a nanny here for the past few days.

Before Qiao's mother could speak, Tang Xia said, "It wasn't bought, it was a gift from a colleague."

Upon hearing that it didn't cost any money, Qiao's mother swallowed back the words she was about to say.

Lin Yiyue said with a hint of jealousy, "Sister-in-law is so lucky. She's only been working for a few days and a colleague has already given her such an expensive gift."

Is this another subtle way of implying that she's seducing her male colleagues?

Tang Xia sneered inwardly, but remained calm on the surface and retorted calmly, "Yes, the kind of social circle you have determines the kind of colleagues you'll have. Miss Lin, you should also go out and get a job. With your abilities, making friends like that would be a piece of cake."

Lin Yiyue looked at the apron she was wearing and her face twisted with anger.

Just then, Lin An'an suddenly appeared out of nowhere, pointed at the toy in Niannian's hand, and started throwing a tantrum: "I want a toy too! I want this toy too!"

Lin Yiyue slapped him on the butt: "What do you want! That belongs to your sister!"

Although she could hear the sound, Tang Xia knew that the slap hadn't landed properly.

Lin Yiyue suddenly wiped away her tears again: "It's because Mom is incompetent, she doesn't have money to buy you a gift..."

As if receiving a command, Lin An'an immediately ran to Qiao's mother's side, shook her arm, and called her "Grandma" affectionately.

"Grandma, An'an wants a toy too. Can I borrow your little sister's to play with for a little while? Just a little while~"

Qiao's mother was so desperate for a grandson that she was almost going crazy.

During this time, Lin An'an called her "Grandma" every day, making her happy every day. When she heard her beloved grandson say this, she immediately scolded Tang Xia, saying, "Niannian already has so many toys. What's wrong with giving one to his brother? Besides, what does a little girl need toys?"

"Mom, that's funny. What, you can only play with toys if you have that thing?"

It took the elderly couple a while to understand what she meant.

Qiao's mother immediately slammed her hand on the table and stood up: "Tang Xia! How can you say such things in front of the child?!"