Everyone's Schemes

"Oh my meat, how could you eat it all!" Grandma Evans wailed, slapping her thigh.

Lila Green rolled her eyes. "What are you howling about? It’s not me who wants to eat—it’s your precious Evans Family Heir who wants the meat!"

At the mention of the Evans Family Heir, Grandma Evans fell silent, her eyes fixed on Lila Green’s belly.

After all, the baby in Lila Green’s belly was the Evans family’s precious heir. Fine, if Lila ate meat, it meant the Evans Family Heir ate meat. Let her eat.

Lila Green snorted softly, rubbing her belly, thinking: This baby really is worth its weight in gold. If it weren’t for this child, how could I have gotten the sales rights to the Evans family vegetables?

Evans Family Heir? More like Evans Manor’s house slave!

The family sat down for dinner. Arthur Evans sat gloomily next to Lila Green, glaring at her belly. If it weren’t for that belly, would he have been forced to marry this unfilial courtesan?

The more Arthur Evans thought about it, the more suffocated he felt, so he buried his head in his food and said nothing.

Tofu Beauty was the last to arrive, and she’d been secretly calculating her accounts too. As soon as Grandma Evans saw her, she put on a smile: "Tofu Beauty, didn’t you start selling tofu again in Greenfield City? Where’s the money? How much did you make? Hurry up and hand it over to the family pot."

Tofu Beauty wouldn’t give the Evans family a single coin. She quickly waved her hands and put on a pitiful face, saying, "Oh, what money is there to make? Tofu barely brings in anything. After subtracting costs, buying soybeans, and paying taxes, there’s barely enough left for a meal, and I spent it all eating in Greenfield City."