Scumbag Chapter 163 The Reformed White-Eyed Wolf General (29)

Before the New Year, the dispatched officials began their return journeys, while Mingting welcomed his firstborn son, Wei Hongyu, on a clear

Before the New Year, the dispatched officials began their return journeys, while Mingting welcomed his firstborn son, Wei Hongyu, on a clear winter day.

The child’s name, bestowed by the Emperor himself, saved Mingting the trouble of choosing one.

However, the child's nickname was given by Liu Yuanshan and Liu Huangshi. The old couple discussed for several days and finally decided to call him ‘Maomao’.

"Lowly names are easier to raise!" Liu Yongshan declared proudly, insisting it sounded much better than Dahu or Dashi. (T/N: Dahu means big tiger, and Dashi means big stone.)

Liu Huangshi cradled her chubby grandson joyfully.

"Look at our little Maomao, fair, plump, and didn’t even make his mother suffer during birth. He will definitely be a sensible and obedient child in the future. Looking at his eyebrows and eyes, he looks more like Huiniang!"

When Hui Niang heard what her mother said, she immediately leaned in to look.

Sure enough, Maomao took after her, with a round face and dimples, which is the very picture of good fortune.

"Mom, having dimples doesn’t look imposing at all for a boy. Wouldn’t it be better if he looked more like his father… tall, strong and majestic, someone who can intimidate others just by walking out."

"Silly girl, it’s good for sons to resemble their mothers and daughters to take after their fathers!"

Liu Huangshi hurriedly made Huiniang lie down, as postpartum recovery must be taken seriously.

Mingting was exceptionally skilled at holding the baby. Even though elders often say, ‘Hold grandsons, not sons’, he would always cradle the little one as soon as he returned home, after changing into warm clothes, murmuring and cooing with the child.

Huiniang was utterly content now. Her husband respected and cherished her, her parents were by her side, her younger brother’s restaurant was thriving, and now she had a child. Nothing brought her more joy than having her family together, safe and healthy.

With the birth of his son, Mingting made sure to deliver the news to the Female Lead working in the mining area. Not only that, he even rewarded her with 20 white steamed buns.

"What did you say? The Count of Dingyuan has a son?"

When arrived and announced that the Count of Dingyuan was overjoyed at the birth of his heir, and because Jin Yuping had been chanting sutras daily to pray for the health of his wife and child, he was rewarding her with steamed buns, Jin Yuping was stunned.

‘If he had an heir to his title now, what did that mean for my son?’

"These are the Count’s reward for you."

The overseer set down the steamed buns and patted the banknote tucked in his pocket.

The Count was generous and said that he had made great contributions in urging Jin Yuping to recite the sutras, so he gave him a banknote to thank him.

"You’re lying to me, aren’t you?"

Jin Yuping refused to believe the overseer’s words.

‘I had been secretly cursing Huiniang’s child in my prayers, hoping for a stillbirth or even the mother’s death… why hadn’t my curses worked?’

"Hmph, as if anyone would lie about this!" The overseer snorted coldly.

" "Don’t you know? The Count of Dingyuan’s son was even named by the Emperor himself. After the new year, the Count will petition to have his eldest son named heir. This is joyous news… why are you making such a sour face?"

The overseer raised the whip in his hand, and Jin Yuping was so scared that she immediately lowered her head. The overseer let her go and walked away humming a little tune.

Jin Yuping looked at the 20 big white steamed buns and understood that this was Mingting’s way of retaliating against her for bringing up the ‘life-saving grace’ of two steamed buns.

‘The grace of saving his life with two steamed buns in exchange for 20 white steamed buns?’

Jin Yuping laughed and cried hysterically laughed, unable to comprehend why everything had turned out this way after her rebirth.

When Shi Jing came back limping from the coal mines, he saw Jin Yuping weeping uncontrollably, her appearance utterly disheveled. He felt no pity for her.

But when he saw the steamed buns, Shi Jing swallowed his saliva.

"Where did these steamed buns come from?" He grabbed a steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

‘So delicious!’

Shi Jing had also grown up in luxury. If the old dynasty hadn’t collapsed, he would never have fallen to such a state.

Now, he survived on wild vegetable buns, occasionally getting thin gruel if the overseer was in a good mood. In the past, he wouldn’t have even glanced at such fare, but reality had taught him humility.

Taking a bite of the soft, sweet steamed bun, he felt an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

"The Count of Dingyuan has a son…" Jin Yuping muttered, "His title has an heir now…"

Seeing his wife still obsessing over that former horse slave, Shi Jing was very angry.

"So this is the kind of shallow, status-obsessed woman you are! Back then, you liked me because my father was a prefect, and now that the horse slave who once coveted you has become a Count, you’re pining for him again."

Shi Jing gritted his teeth and leaned in close to Jin Yuping.

"Too bad, someone rushed all the way to Ning’an City to throw herself at him, only to be utterly rejected. Aren’t you just shameless? If being with me is such a hardship, why don’t I just write you a letter of divorce?"

"Except… maybe that’s exactly what you want. You’re hoping I’ll despise you enough to cast you out with a divorce. Well, I won’t give you the satisfaction!"

Shi Jing viciously gripped Jin Yuping’s chin, "You’re a member of the Shi Family in life, and in death, you’ll be a Shi Family ghost. You ruined my leg, and now you think you can escape? Keep dreaming!"

Jin Yuping looked at the man in front of her and was extremely disappointed.

‘Even now, Shi Jing was still consumed by petty jealousy. He had no idea what we’d lost.’

‘That was the immense wealth and status of a Count’s Mansion!’

"Get away from me…" Jin Yuping stepped away from Shi Jing, looking disappointed.

For some reason, the push sent Shi Jing sprawling to the ground, where his head struck the bed frame, knocking him unconscious.

Seeing that he was unconscious, Jin Yuping couldn’t be bothered to care for him. She sat alone, brooding over their predicament.

After a long time, Shi Jing opened his eyes.

‘Where… am I?’

Shi Jing saw the slender back in front of him and called out tentatively: "Pingping, is that you?"

Jin Yuping turned around, and Shi Jing sat up excitedly, "Pingping, it really is you! Am I dreaming? Didn’t I die? Why am I here?"

Jin Yuping froze for a moment before whispering: "Brother Jing?"

"Pingping, it's me! Why do you look so young?" Shi Jing clutched Jin Yuping’s hand.

Now she understood that Shi Jing had also been reborn.