As expected, Jiro Hirayama's prediction was spot on.
A few days later, Cecilia Gu really did stop throwing up.
Right after that, her appetite exploded—she wanted to eat everything she saw.
All the chefs in the Yin Family were racking their brains every day to make new dishes for Cecilia Gu.
They had to keep the meals nutritious but not let her overeat.
Those chefs were seriously stressed out over Cecilia Gu’s three meals a day!
Once Cecilia Gu got past her morning sickness, she was basically a foodie reincarnate—her eyes lit up at the sight of food!
Her husband and son? She didn’t even care about them anymore!
Charles Yin and Ethan Yin have been pretty depressed lately!
Their beloved wife and dear mom hadn’t had a proper chat with them in ages.
As soon as Cecilia Gu sat down, she’d start complaining she was hungry, and the maids would rush to bring her food.
Cecilia Gu’s meals were so good that Rona Muir just stopped leaving—she moved in and mooched off the food every day.
With Rona Muir staying, Jiro Hirayama didn’t leave either.
The couple perfected the art of shamelessness—showing up right at mealtime, then vanishing like ghosts once they were full.
Having people to eat with made Cecilia Gu enjoy her meals even more!
While prepping for the auditions, Cecilia Gu called Mrs. Yun countless times to ask for food.
Mrs. Yun had her housemaids send food to Cecilia Gu every single day.
Charles Yin said to Cecilia Gu with a hint of worry, "Honey, I know I’m rich, but I swear you’re going to eat me out of house and home…"
"Feeling stingy before you even marry me?" Cecilia Gu shot him a look. "Fine, I’ll just go eat at my mom’s!"
"No way!" Charles Yin rushed over to massage his beloved wife’s legs. "Even if you eat me poor, I’ll still be happy!"
That day, Charles Yin went to the company to formally introduce Ethan Yin to the management team.
Ethan Yin got straight to the point and said to Charles Yin, "Bro, I have something I want to talk to you about."
Charles Yin nodded calmly. "Go ahead."
Ethan Yin knew he couldn’t hide his meetings with Angela Ma from Charles Yin.
The sooner he came clean, the better.
Ethan Yin gathered his courage and said, "It’s about Angela…"
Charles Yin’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Oh?"
"She… she…" Ethan Yin struggled for a long time before blurting out, "She’s got feelings for you that she shouldn’t have. If she’s crossed the line with you, could you spare her for my sake?"
Charles Yin’s lips curled up slightly. "Are you pledging loyalty to me?"
Ethan Yin quickly lowered his head and said, "No! I never thought that. Even if you blame me for this and make me start from the bottom, I won’t complain. After all, I’m her brother. Even if it’s for the last time, I want to help her…"
"She really does have a good brother." Charles Yin chuckled softly. "Alright, for your sake, I won’t let her die."
Ethan Yin finally let out a sigh of relief after hearing that.
"Okay, go report to your department." Charles Yin nodded. "You don’t need to worry about the rest."
Ethan Yin immediately got up and left.
As he reached the door, he hesitated for a moment, but in the end, he left with resignation.
When Angela Ma arrived at the company, no one stopped her.
Angela Ma thought Ethan Yin was helping her, so she couldn’t help but fix her collar in the elevator mirror, showing off all her good features.
She’d already done her homework.
These past few days, Charles Yin hadn’t gone back to Cecilia Gu’s villa—instead, he’d been staying at the main Yin Family mansion.
What did that mean?
It meant Cecilia Gu had gotten ugly from her pregnancy! Charles Yin was sick of her!
If she could seduce Charles Yin at a time like this…
Then a future full of money and the life of a wealthy lady would be just around the corner!
But what she didn’t know was that Charles Yin was only staying at the Yin Family mansion because he was busy with wedding preparations…
Charles Yin didn’t trust anyone else to handle it—he wanted to personally oversee every detail and give Cecilia Gu the perfect wedding…
The secretary dialed Charles Yin’s private line: "President, Angela Ma has arrived."
"Let her in," said Charles Yin, tossing his files onto the desk and opening a bottle of wine, ready for a show.
Sure enough, ten minutes later, Angela Ma was standing outside the president’s office.
Angela Ma deliberately squeezed her arms together to look more alluring, then knocked on the door. "Mr. Yin, may I come in?"
Charles Yin sneered, "Come in. What do you want with me?"
Angela Ma slowly walked up to Charles Yin, putting on an innocent face. "I came to ask you for a favor today…"
Angela Ma immediately turned and poured Charles Yin a glass of water, but as she walked over, she pretended to twist her ankle, spilling the water all over herself.
Her chest was suddenly exposed.
Angela Ma looked coyly at Charles Yin. "Ah, Mr. Yin, I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to…"
Charles Yin watched her clumsy act. He’d thought Angela Ma might have some real tricks up her sleeve.
He’d seen this level of trickery so many times, he was bored of it twenty years ago.
Charles Yin looked utterly disappointed—women like this made him want to puke.
She used to be such a sweet, innocent girl, but now she’d fallen so far.
No wonder Ethan Yin was so down.
Charles Yin pressed the intercom and told the secretary to take Angela Ma away.
"Someone, get this woman out of here," Charles Yin ordered the secretary coldly.
Angela Ma saw that her act hadn’t worked and secretly blamed herself for not being seductive enough.
But now he’d already called the secretary—there was no time to show off!
Suddenly, Angela Ma screamed, ripped her own clothes, rushed up to Charles Yin, and snapped a bunch of selfies.
Now Charles Yin was actually interested.
Turns out stupidity really is hereditary.
Back in the day, May Yan was just as dumb—that’s why she got used.
He’d thought her son was smart, so maybe her daughter wouldn’t be so bad. Turns out, she’s just as dumb.
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Charles Yin felt that if he actually dealt with Angela Ma, he’d be insulting his own status.
After taking her photos, Angela Ma said, "Mr. Yin, you did this to me—don’t you think you should take responsibility?"
By now, the secretaries had arrived. Seeing the scene before them, they all looked shocked.
Turns out there really are idiots in this world.
What kind of person is the president?
He’s met every kind of woman since he was a kid.
But he’d never met one this dumb before!
He’d seen so many smart women, but suddenly seeing someone so stupid—this woman’s whole vibe was just bizarre!
Angela Ma perked up when she saw the secretaries arrive. "Boo hoo… Mr. Yin, how could you treat me like this? I’m Ethan Yin’s real sister! We may not be related by blood, but we’re still family!"
Watching Angela Ma’s performance, the secretaries’ jaws collectively dropped.
She was unbelievably dumb.
Angela Ma thought the secretaries were shocked by her performance, so she kept twisting her body and said, "I know you’re feeling empty and lonely, Mr. Yin, but you can’t just make a move on me right here…"
Watching Angela Ma’s act, Charles Yin couldn’t help but laugh.
At that moment, the chief secretary pointed at a camera on the wall. "Miss, the president’s office is under 24-hour surveillance by several pinhole cameras. Want to see the footage? It’s really high-def, rivaling top movie productions."
Angela Ma followed the chief secretary’s finger and looked over.
Sure enough, there was a very conspicuous camera in the corner, its eerie blue light flickering as if mocking her.
Angela Ma’s face turned ashen.
Her mother never taught her how to avoid office cameras!
That’s right—Angela Ma turned out this way because May Yan taught her herself!
May Yan passed down all her man-hunting tricks to Angela Ma, constantly brainwashing her: if you want to rise above others, you have to sell your beauty.
And so, Angela Ma crashed headlong down May Yan’s path, never looking back.
"I promised Ethan Yin I’d spare your life," Charles Yin said in a low voice. "But no one’s ever dared threaten me like this before! Since Cecilia Gu once liked you, you’re going to international waters."
"What do you mean, international waters?" Angela Ma’s face went pale. She could tell it wasn’t a good place.
"You’ll find out soon enough," Charles Yin said coldly. "If Ethan Yin hadn’t pleaded for you, you’d be leaving here in a body bag today."
The chief secretary got the order and stepped forward to grab Angela Ma.
Angela Ma suddenly panicked!
Why didn’t any of May Yan’s killer moves work?
She didn’t want to go to international waters!
She wanted to be the Yin Family’s wealthy lady!
"Stay back, all of you, stay back…" Angela Ma cried, backing away in fear.
But before she could finish, several secretaries had already pinned Angela Ma to the carpet.
Charles Yin raised his glass and downed the wine in one gulp. "Change everything in here. It’s tainted with filth—Cecilia will be mad."
"Yes, President," the chief secretary replied immediately.
Charles Yin stood up from his chair and left leisurely.
Angela Ma watched Charles Yin’s back and shouted indignantly, "Impossible! I heard your relationship with Cecilia Gu was in crisis! She’s pregnant and can’t satisfy you—I came to you myself, so why don’t you want me?"
Everyone present was mortified by Angela Ma’s question.
It’s fine to be dumb, as long as you hide it.
But being so openly stupid really drags everyone else down!
Does this dumb woman never watch the news, check Weibo, go online, or read newspapers?
Our president is always showing his love for her on Weibo!
The whole world knows our president is the model of a perfect husband!
No wonder the president is so disappointed with someone this dumb!
We’re all disappointed!