Cao Gongzi's Wedding The Hatred of Stealing My Man is Unbearable

"Cheers~"

Ding.

The crisp clink of wine glasses was like a delightful melody, soothing to the ears.

Paul and Fran were drinking in the office, puffing on cigars.

The company had undergone earth-shaking changes, and as one of the shareholders, Fran naturally no longer held power.

But after the impeachment incident, Fran's reputation had soared to unmatched heights.

Of course, the main reason was the shares Paul held and the additional shares Fran had recently acquired.

As the group's reputation worsened and its stock plummeted, panic spread.

And the more panicked people became, the more shares they bought.

Fran chuckled, "For the first time, watching the company's stock price plunge endlessly into the abyss and my wealth shrink, I feel nothing but joy."

Paul raised an eyebrow with a smirk. "I share your sentiment. Right now, the Betten family is too preoccupied with their own troubles—meaning they can’t interfere with us. The falling stock price, the unrest among shareholders… We need to acquire as many shares as possible, quickly."

Fran nodded. "Of course. I’m sure many are desperate to sell their stakes and flee this collapsing empire. As long as we offer cash, they’ll gladly hand over those troublesome shares."

"Haha."

Paul raised his glass. "Such is life."

Fran mirrored the gesture. "Such is life!"

Setting down his glass, Fran asked curiously, "Where did you get that video?"

Paul smiled mysteriously. "A hacker."

Fran’s eyes widened in realization. "I hope I don’t have any hackers around me."

"Of course not. We’re partners! Besides, this video cost me a fortune. A lucky coincidence, don’t you think?"

"Absolutely. All guided by God."

"Praise God."

"Praise God!"

They clinked glasses again, sharing a knowing smile.

……

……

The Miracle Eco-Park spanned over a hundred acres.

To put that into perspective—it was roughly seven times the size of a standard 400-meter school track, including the football field and surrounding track area.

The land had been acquired at a bargain, with additional policy support.

But that wasn’t the key point. The real advantage was that it was a no-lose investment—its value had already more than doubled, and in a few years, it would skyrocket even further.

Even if land prices dropped a decade later, this area would remain unaffected, even rising against the trend.

Cao Cheng was giving Eldest Sister a tour, pointing out the park’s mountains, rivers, and landscapes…

This eco-park was a world of its own, housing several legitimate research institutes—both above and below ground.

Some things could be "unlocked from treasure chests," but they still needed a plausible origin.

Pulling them out of thin air would be too blatant—did they think people were fools?

Of course, these were Cao Cheng’s secrets, topics never discussed openly.

After completing the tour, Eldest Sister settled into a throne-like chair in the main hall and remarked, "Money really does make life better. Your company is barely a few years old, yet you’re already indulging like this… You have so few employees; this entire park feels empty."

Cao Cheng gestured for a "palace maid" to serve tea and grinned. "Should I reserve a room for you in the harem—uh, I mean, the backyard?"

Eldest Sister snorted, ignoring the remark.

The park was indeed sparsely populated. Even after relocating the headquarters of the Miracle Trio here, it barely made a dent.

Most employees still worked outside for convenience—like those at Miracle Capital, who operated from office buildings in Lujiazui and North Bund.

But in time, the numbers would grow, especially researchers.

Cao Cheng planned to turn this place into a high-security research hub.

Currently, eight research teams were already established:

- Cosmetics Research

- Biopharmaceuticals

- High-end Chips

- Software Systems

- Artificial Intelligence

- Future Batteries

- Robotics

- Game Development

Half were newly formed, with "enlightenment" technologies provided to guide their research direction.

Talented minds had been recruited from universities nationwide at considerable expense.

The money-burning phase had begun.

Fortunately, Cao Cheng wasn’t short on funds—the Eurozone debt crisis had paid off handsomely.

Moreover, the Miracle Trio were cash cows, generating daily revenue to fuel research and development.

Given just a little time, Cao Cheng could unveil cutting-edge technologies, spawning yet another wave of profitable products.

But haste wasn’t an option—breakthroughs in days would be laughably unrealistic.

……

Just as Cao Cheng and Eldest Sister were enjoying their private tour, a phone call shattered the moment.

"Ren's mother is at the hospital," Eldest Sister said grimly after hanging up.

Cao Cheng frowned. "It’s close to the due date, but a bit early. I’ll arrange a car."

Without delay, the siblings rushed off, notifying others along the way.

Soon, all five of them had gathered at the hospital.

Outside the delivery room, Old Cao paced like a headless chicken.

Cao Cheng rolled his eyes. "You weren’t this nervous when I was born."

Old Cao shot back, "You don’t know a damn thing—I could barely stand back then."

"Which one?"

"..."

Old Cao laughed in exasperation and kicked out, cursing with a grin, "I ain't got the mood to mess around with you right now. Stay put and wait."

"See? Once the second child comes, the firstborn gets neglected. Favoritism, huh?" Cao Cheng sighed and walked away.

It was clear Old Cao was nervous.

Cao Cheng’s teasing helped ease him a little.

Father and son knew each other too well—some things didn’t need to be said.

Still,

it made sense why Old Cao was anxious.

Ren's mother had been his youthful infatuation, and though she’d aged gracefully with Cao Cheng’s help, her body wasn’t what it used to be.

Giving birth at her age carried real risks.

Of course,

that was just the surface.

Cao Cheng didn’t get it—what was there to worry about with a C-section?

Make the cut, pull the baby out, done.

What era was this? No need for all the drama.

Old Cao, you’re such a performer.

Cao Cheng saw right through his act.

Old Cao had always been shrewd—that’s how he’d lived so freely in his younger days.

Was he putting on a show deliberately?

Not exactly.

But playing the role of the devoted husband was second nature to him. His body tensed up instinctively, as if scripted.

Now that’s method acting.

And it worked. Seeing Old Cao’s nervousness, the four sisters grew uneasy too.

They’d never experienced this before.

The delivery room was unfamiliar territory.

Not for Cao Cheng, though. In his dreams, he’d had children and grandchildren. He knew delivery rooms—hell, he even knew crematoriums. That’s where he’d been "well-done."

...

Among the four sisters,

it was the usually icy Second Sister who couldn’t keep her composure.

Sitting stiffly, she looked downright panicked.

For someone who’d seen life and death, this softer side was unexpected.

She’d probably make a great mom someday.

Cao Cheng reached over and held her hand, offering warmth.

She didn’t pull away.

Then—

Whoosh—

The automatic doors slid open. A nurse in pink called Old Cao in to sign papers.

He vanished behind the doors without a glance back, soon reappearing with a tiny bundle.

The sisters crowded around.

Even Cao Cheng craned his neck for a look.

Huh—

Not bad for a newborn.

C-section, well-nourished, plus his prenatal care—of course the kid was cute.

"Uncle Cao, is it... a sister or brother?" Third Sister asked softly.

Old Cao grinned. "A girl."

Third Sister’s eyes softened further. She reached out, but Eldest Sister cut in, "Let me. You’re too clumsy."

"..."

Third Sister was speechless. Clumsy?

Hello? I’m Third Sister, not The Fourth.

Clearly, Eldest Sister was nervous, handling the baby with exaggerated care.

After a brief huddle, they took the newborn upstairs to the ward.

Old Cao stayed behind to wait for Ren's mother.

Cao Cheng and Old Cao slipped into the smoking room.

"What, feeling let down?" Cao Cheng lit a cigarette.

Old Cao shook his head. "Nah. I’ve got both now—son and daughter. Just worried Ren's mother might’ve wanted a boy."

Cao Cheng nodded.

Made sense.

He took a drag. "No big deal. We’ll tweak things and try again."

"Another one?" Old Cao frowned. "At her age?"

"Don’t judge by today’s standards. In the future, women’ll be having kids at sixty like it’s nothing."

"Bullshit."

Old Cao wasn’t buying it.

Cao Cheng didn’t bother explaining.

Once biotech made leaps, human lifespan would stretch. Bodies would function better—not superhuman, but close.

He was working with tech thirty years ahead, stuff that wouldn’t mature for fifty.

No point explaining.

Like telling someone in the 1920s about stealth fighters—pure fantasy.

As they finished their smokes, Ren's mother was wheeled out.

Old Cao rushed over, playing the doting husband.

Meanwhile...

Reporters, ever resourceful, had sniffed out Cao Cheng’s whereabouts.

Luckily, this was a private hospital—no press intrusion.

Still, rumors exploded online: #CaoChengBecomesADad.

Fans were stunned.

"Since when was Cao Cheng married?"

"Who’s the lucky girl?"

"Stealing my man? Unforgivable."

"Who dares claim the throne as his queen?"

"Probably fake. Cao Cheng’s too wild to settle down."

"Who says you need marriage for kids? Could be a love child."

"PSA: I was Cao Cheng’s elementary desk mate. He’s with our homeroom teacher now."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Is this considered a rumor? Or just some bullshit?"

"..."