Chapter 373 Digging One's Own Grave

Jian Fan decided to go all out, bribing the media and riding the wave of public opinion, hyping the matter until it was known to everyone.

This infuriated Jiang Yushuang, who posted several angry replies on Weibo, scolding the unscrupulous media for fabricating stories about her husband.

Jian Fan, while trying to calm her down, put on a pitiful act.

Jiang Yushuang slammed the table and exclaimed, "Whether you're capable or not, I know it better than anyone. These bastards weren't hiding under the bed peeking, so how do they know you're not? They've been fed too much tech and tough talk, daring to spread rumors about my man. No, I must set the record straight."

"It's impossible to set it straight. If you explain now, it will only make things worse!"

Jiang Yushuang, pouting, was about to post on Weibo when Jian Fan quickly stopped her.

"Then tell me, what should we do about this?"

Jian Fan pulled her down to sit, his eyes flickering as he said, "It's simple, have a child, and the problem will be solved."

"Have a child?"

Jiang Yushuang scratched her head, saying, "What's the problem with having a child?"

Jian Fan patiently explained, "A child is the combined effort of both the man and woman. If either party falters, conception is impossible. Having a child can solve all problems."

Jiang Yushuang's eyes lit up as she heard this, nodding repeatedly. "Right, if one isn't capable in that department, they wouldn't be able to have a child. This is a good solution, how didn't I think of it? Yes, that's what we'll do."

Jian Fan frowned and said, "Aren't you the one most afraid of childbirth? How about we think of another way?"

"Afraid of what!" Jiang Yushuang gritted her teeth. "If you don't steam the buns, you won't get the filling. I must have a child to show them whether the man I found is capable."

Seeing that she had taken the bait, Jian Fan continued his psychological manipulation, "A child can solve all troubles. If we have a child, it will not only shut up those marketing accounts but also give Mom a proper explanation, saving her from nagging all day. Isn't that great!"

"Really great, great?"

Jiang Yushuang suddenly felt something was not quite right, but she couldn't pinpoint what was wrong, her eyes blinking.

"Of course it's great, there's no better solution than this!"

Jian Fan, brainwashing her frantically, didn't wait for Jiang Yushuang to react before sweeping her into his arms and onto the bed.

Before long, a wave of romantic passion emanated from the bedroom.

After they abandoned their protective measures, Jiang Yushuang quickly became pregnant and gave birth to a son the following year.

Jian Fan had originally thought the child was the crystallization of their love, but who knew this little fellow would turn out to be a debt collector.

However, the one he was collecting debts from was not his mother, Jiang Yushuang, but Jian Fan.

After becoming pregnant, Jiang Yushuang didn't experience any of the typical pregnancy symptoms that other expectant mothers had. Instead, she ate heartily and her labor was very smooth.

In Jiang Yushuang's own words, as soon as she entered the delivery room, it was like getting on a big amusement ride, and the child was out after it was over.

In contrast, Jian Fan became unlucky.

As the old saying goes, "No enmity, no father and son."

Perhaps due to some deep-seated grudge from a past life, after the son was born, he tormented Jian Fan, his father, in various ways.

When changing diapers, he would spray Jian Fan in the face. When Jiang Yushuang was busy filming and not home, he would wail incessantly, keeping Jian Fan awake all night.

Not only that, but the boy was also extremely clingy. As long as Jiang Yushuang was home, he would stick to her day and night, enraging Jian Fan to the point of blowing his beard and glaring.

Having his attempts at intimacy with his wife interrupted multiple times, Jian Fan was so angry he wanted to discipline the boy.

However, this kid was a shrewd little devil. Before his father could make a move, he would strike first, crying to his grandparents.