Zhuang Xiyue held Yun Ya’s hand and said blandly, "Ah Song’s fiancée." She had no intention of introducing her further. Feng Dai squinted her eyes, then laughed softly without revealing anything, "So she’s Ah Song’s fiancée, really has a pretty face." This text is hosted at novel⁂fire.net Zhuang Xiyue ignored her and took a sip of coffee. Cleverly, Feng Dai left, and An Ying said, "This Ye family is in the media business, their family gossip is endless. Her daughter-in-law has been married for ten years without any children, and Feng Dai is desperate for a grandchild. She came up with an idea to find a girl from the film academy to surrogate. The selection news back then was so sensational, it was comparable to an ancient imperial selection for a consort." Zhao Ling laughed, "That daughter-in-law and son are deeply in love, but later on there was even a runaway incident. Feng Dai pretended to be ill to trick her back. The surrogate girl has been living at the Ye family ever since. Unfortunately, as skilled as Feng Dai might be, that daughter-in-law isn’t easily bullied. But to be fair, they’ve been married for ten years without even having a child, Feng Dai’s anxiety is understandable." Yun Ya frowned slightly, how come Ning Zijin, who cured her infertility abroad back then, still isn’t pregnant? "That daughter-in-law really isn’t easy to deal with. I heard she was part of the underworld before, quite the local tyrant in Jiangzhou. With such a daughter-in-law, it’s no wonder Feng Dai is stressed out." An Ying said, glancing at Yun Ya, "Yun Ya is from Jiangzhou too, right? You must have heard of this Young Lady Ye." Zhuang Xiyue frowned slightly and cut Yun Ya off, "Alright, stop mentioning her. What does the Ye family’s business have to do with us?" It seemed Zhuang Xiyue not only disliked the Ye family but also resented them, Yun Ya thought to herself. After sitting for a while, Zhuang Xiyue left with Yun Ya. At another table, a wealthy lady said, "Isn’t that Third Lady Yan? Who’s the girl sitting next to her? She looks unfamiliar." Feng Dai sneered, "What? Want to cozy up to her?" The lady smiled awkwardly, "Lady Ye, you’re joking. Third Lady Yan is beyond our reach. Lady Ye, you seem to have a connection with Third Lady Yan. I’ve never heard about it before?" "Something from when we were young. Why bring it up?" These ladies were the wives of the heads of major corporations, usually looking up to Feng Dai and eagerly flattering her, trying to establish a good relationship with Lady Ye. A slight concession from the Ye family could sustain them. "I heard Miss Ye returned home after studying abroad for two years. She must be even more beautiful. After all, Miss Ye was known as a beauty in the Capital City back in the day." Feng Dai’s smile stiffened for a moment, then she smiled nonchalantly, "As long as she doesn’t make me angry, I’ll be satisfied." "Lady Ye, you’re too modest. Miss Ye is both talented and beautiful, returning home after studying abroad. Many people must be eager to propose to her, breaking down the door of the Ye family." "Indeed, Lady Ye is truly blessed. Young Master Ye is smart and capable, managing the company so successfully. Miss Ye is beautiful and intelligent. It’s Lady Ye’s excellent genes that produced such outstanding children." Feng Dai squinted her eyes, feeling that these people were sarcastically speaking to her. Blessed? What blessing! She hadn’t even seen the shadow of a grandson, and her daughter-in-law was always at odds with her. What made her more angry was that even her son was on the same side with his wife. Her daughter finally came back, and she thought she’d have an ally, but little did she know it was the beginning of a nightmare. Thinking of this, Feng Dai rubbed her temples in frustration. "The Young Lady’s belly still hasn’t shown any sign?" a lady asked. They looked at each other, and someone asked, "Didn’t you have that girl surrogate back then? Why did it just fizzle out? With modern technology so advanced, couldn’t you just get a sperm sample and use that woman’s womb for a grandson?" Feng Dai squinted her eyes, "Let me think it over again." "What’s there to think about? There’s been no movement for ten years. It’s probably not happening. I heard the prime age for men’s fertility is between 25 and 35. After that, the quality of sperm declines, and the child may not be smart. For the sake of the next generation, you can’t hesitate any longer." Feng’er was already thirty-three and couldn’t afford to wait. Feng Dai made up her mind, just as a phone call came in. She answered it, and her face changed immediately. She pulled out some money from her purse and placed it on the table, "I have something to attend to, so I’ll leave first." With that, she left in a hurry.