Chapter 69: Earning Money to Spoil the Cub

Chapter 69: Chapter 69: Earning Money to Spoil the Cub

"I’m doing this for Si Shi. We should split the money for networking and hiring people evenly. The total is 60,400,000 coins, so transfer 30,200,000 coins to me right now."

Niu Ding choked on the other end of the line.

’...She’s really something.’

Niu Ding’s nose twitched. He gave a dry cough to clear his throat. "Got it. I’ll transfer it now. I have to go, so I’m hanging up."

The figure on the light screen vanished, immediately followed by a notification of a balance change on her Coin Card.

Feng Si contentedly counted the zeros in her balance. After saying a few words to the baby on the bed, she got up to wash. Once she was done, she went to the kitchen and retrieved a small, sterilized bottle from the cupboard. Then, she went to the storage room and picked out the freshest green milk fruit.

She still hadn’t felt her milk come in, a sensation she’d been expecting. She couldn’t find any relevant information online and was too embarrassed to ask.

Her little one had been in the Incubator for nearly seventy days. If the device hadn’t been displaying a steady green light for normal vital signs, she would have risked exposing her identity as a female and stormed the Sacrificial Hall to check on it.

Feng Si set the wooden tray she was carrying on the counter.

Afraid her little one would be hungry after hatching, she made it a nightly ritual to lay out all the necessary water and food on the bedside table.

After checking the supplies for the little one on the wooden tray, Feng Si climbed back into bed. Happily holding her little egg, she began her nightly "prenatal education."

It wasn’t as if she was imparting any grand wisdom—just rambling on about her day and whatever else crossed her mind.

"Yun Chi, Mama chose this name for you because... a long time ago, there was a Jade Pendant, and the Chi carved on it looked just like the Chi from Mama’s homeland."

"The snow was a little heavier today than yesterday. When I woke up, Mama went to the attic to look. There was no snow buildup, and that’s because we’ve been burning those black spheres since the cold season began. That’s when Mama realized our house has hollow, double-layered walls..." ...

「Elsewhere.」

After paying off the one hundred coins he owed the online shills, Yang Wen, who had also been watching the livestream, let out a frantic scream. "By the Beast God! Is that sub-female Feng Si the daughter of coins or something? She’s way too good at making money!"

One of the sons standing beside Yang Wen couldn’t stop himself from speaking up:

"Father, the coins are in your hands, and you’re managing everything. Next time, just report double the expenses to her and keep two million for ourselves. We could use her methods and run our own livestream. Then, the credit from the City Lord..."

"Don’t even think about it," Yang Wen interrupted his son, Yang Jian.

He stroked his beard and said in a low voice, "She caused this much of a stir by spending just two million coins. But remember, she gave us *twenty* million to start with. What does that tell you? She definitely has something else planned."

Yang Jian sneered. "She’s a sub-female."

Yang Wen saw the disdain for sub-females in Yang Jian’s eyes.

’He couldn’t blame his son. Hadn’t he also looked down on Feng Si at first, simply because she was a sub-female?’

’Even after she emerged from the City Lord Mansion, began collaborating with the City Lord, and started earning so many coins each day, deep down, he had still disdained her.’

’All because she was a sub-female.’

A look of unwitting admiration crossed Yang Wen’s face. He shook his head and said, "I know she’s a sub-female. But I’ve never seen such a powerful Beastman emerge from the ranks of supposedly useless sub-females."

"So what if a sub-female is capable? Their fertility is low, they can’t produce powerful offspring—it’s all meaningless. They’re not even worthy of carrying a true female’s shoes." Yang Jian’s expression grew even more contemptuous.

"What do you know!"

Yang Wen’s mouth twitched behind his beard as he pointed a finger at his son. "You’re just a low-level male beast, yet here you are looking down on everyone. She’s a sub-female with money and brains. Do you really think she can’t come up with a way to deal with any Beastman who tries to cross her? Think about it! Who does the City Lord value more right now, her or you? How could the Mountain Goat Clan produce an idiot like you?"

Yang Jian lowered his head in shame.

After a moment of silence, he nodded. "I’ll listen to you, Father."

Yang Wen’s tone softened, his expression full of certainty. "As long as we stick with her and do a good job with the tasks she gives us, we’ll be fine. She’s not the kind of sub-female to take all the credit for herself. The City Lord will surely reward us as well."

After finishing his lecture, Yang Wen quickly called Feng Si’s communicator.

DING... DING...

Feng Si glanced at her wrist, then silenced the call without hesitation and typed a message:

[If you have business, send a message.]

Yang Wen’s beard trembled as he read the message. In his excitement, he’d forgotten how much this sub-female disliked direct conversation.

He brought up the light screen, his hands flying across the virtual keyboard as he typed out a message:

[My Lady, as per your instructions today, I have used your account to post recruitment notices in all the major cities. My entire family has been so busy we haven’t had a moment’s rest—not even to catch our breath. I am just relieved that we didn’t delay the tasks you assigned. Please do not hesitate to give us further orders. My family and I are at your command.]

Feng Si understood immediately. She quickly typed a reply: [You’ve worked hard. When the City Lord returns, I will be sure to mention your contributions.]

After she sent the message, the screen flashed with Yang Wen’s grateful reply. She skimmed it, then dismissed the light screen and retracted her gaze.

It was getting late. To prevent any further interruptions to her and her little one’s sleep, she simply removed her wristband and stored it in her personal dimension. With that done, Feng Si hugged the Incubator close once more. She tilted her head, gazing at the egg, and hummed a soft, happy tune:

"Making money for my baby~ Making money for my baby."

The supremely gentle voice seemed to pass through a layer of something, muffled yet so lovely, and it still came from high above.

The little one shifted, dazed, wanting to follow the sound into ’Mama’s’ arms, but it was surrounded by a wet, sticky fluid.

It strained, pushing its head upward again, but the slimy wetness didn’t go away. Instead, it felt itself slowly sliding down, farther away from Mama.

The little one struggled to open its eyes. It lowered its head, gathering its strength to break through the hard thing that was in its way.

’I have to break through this ’wall’ between me and Mama! Heave... ho... I’m going to get into Mama’s arms!’

And then Feng Si, who had been watching with her head lowered, saw movement inside the Incubator.

The egg was trembling slightly. It was just like... the hatching scene from her dreams was finally happening right before her eyes.

Feng Si held her breath. Lying frozen on her side, she didn’t dare move an inch, her hands hovering around the Incubator.

She saw the black, gold-patterned egg vibrating, and heard a faint sound coming from inside the Incubator, cutting through the silent air: CRACK... CRACK...

At this faint, almost inaudible sound of a shell breaking, Feng Si’s mind went completely blank.

’When a cub is hatching, the longer it takes... the more dangerous it becomes!’

Her heart seized. The thought that she couldn’t help made it almost impossible to breathe. Overwhelmed and helpless, all she could do was stare, not even daring to blink.

’No... something’s wrong!’