Reborn as Mr.CEO s Fat Wife

Chapter 309: Chapter 309: A Duck Egg-Sized Pink Diamond!
 

Piers’ Mansion.

The old man looked at his promising grandson holding a stuffed doll and thought he was seeing things.

He pointed to Housekeeper Piers, “Go, bring me my reading glasses.”

In a moment, the old man put on his reading glasses, and just as Brandon Piers approached, the old man confirmed he wasn’t seeing things. His grandson was indeed holding a bright red stuffed doll. What’s going on here?

“Brandon, this is…” Wasn’t he supposed to go to Lincoln Pharmaceuticals? And now they’re giving away stuffed dolls as gifts?

“Oh, a chubby little guy gave it to me.” Brandon Piers said, even raising the doll in his hand.

Behind them, Abigail was stunned. When did she ever say she gifted it to him? And why must he call her “chubby”? Will he die if he doesn’t?

The old man smelled a hint of pride behind his grandson’s calm and handsome face. He glanced at the fox doll, then said approvingly, “Abigail has good taste. This little fox looks a bit like her, cute.”

Abigail looked at the round little fox. How on earth do they look alike? Both chubby?

But Brandon Piers was very pleased with this, praising the old man, “Good eye.” He then looked at Kelvin Max, “Take the rest to my bedroom.”

Kelvin Max hurried to comply.

Abigail had thought those were for her. Suddenly…

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“What’s that?” The old man finally noticed Pullan, who had only its eyes left.

“Oh, they’re clothes for Teddy.” Abigail hurried to take Pullan.

The old man looked at the two, surprised, “You went shopping together? Quite the progress!”

“On the way.” The proud tone could only belong to Brandon.

But the old man didn’t mind. He handed an invitation card to Brandon Piers, “An old friend of mine is hosting a charity gala and insisted I go. I’m just an old man, not much point in going, but refusing would hurt his feelings. You and Abigail will have to go in my place. Besides, Abigail gave you a present, shouldn’t you give one in return? I heard there’s a pink diamond rough the size of a duck egg being auctioned at the gala. Buying it to make an engagement ring for Abigail would be perfect.”

Brandon Piers was about to refuse, but upon hearing the latter part, he nodded, “Hmm, when?”

Behind him, Abigail thought, exchanging a stuffed doll for a duck-egg-sized pink diamond, could someone explain how this gift exchange works? She could give a few more!

“The day after tomorrow at 8 p.m. Abigail can put Teddy to sleep first, it’s okay to be late.” Afraid that Abigail might refuse, the old man cut off her escape route.

“Okay, Grandpa.” Teddy usually slept around 7 p.m., clearly the old man had blocked her way out.

But a duck-egg-sized pink diamond was something she definitely wanted to see.

She just hoped the man beside her wouldn’t, like last time, give the gift and then take it back. She later learned from an entertainment magazine article that the diamond on the wedding dress’s hem amounted to 5,200 pieces, worth tens of millions.

Rich and generous, but also stingy!

Fortunately, Brandon Piers didn’t have telepathy, or he’d be furious enough to spit blood!

For whom was he doing this?

“Abigail, you’re finally back!” Just as everyone was chatting, Kelly hurried over holding the child.

Abigail quickly used hand sanitizer and took Teddy.

The little guy hadn’t seen his mom all morning. He babbled endlessly and kept bumping his head against Abigail’s chest.

Recently, they had started transitioning Teddy to formula, but the little guy didn’t drink well, and still preferred to find mom. So, habitually, he nuzzled against Abigail.

Abigail felt a bit embarrassed, told the old man, and quickly went upstairs holding the little guy.

Brandon Piers watched as the chubby girl ran away, casting a disdainful glance at the little guy in her arms.

Since learning about the pain Abigail endured during childbirth, he had been very unhappy with this little thing that always wanted to cling to Abigail. If not for him, Abigail wouldn’t have suffered so much…

And on top of that, this little guy wanted to cling to her 24/7, not giving her any rest.

“Come down to eat later.” Brandon Piers looked at Abigail’s back, and angrily reminded her.

Abigail didn’t even turn her head and responded, provoking Brandon even more.

Was he not more important than a chubby baby?

“Stop looking. How could you be more important than my great-grandson?” The old man glanced at Brandon and added.

Brandon Piers, “…” Was he not handsome or wealthy enough to deserve such an insult?!

The old man meaningfully patted his grandson’s shoulder.

Brandon Piers became increasingly puzzled. What did the old man mean?

…

Dinner.

Brandon Piers looked at the precisely measured food on Abigail’s plate and frowned, “This is too little, tell the kitchen to add a bowl of chicken soup and a serving of shredded pork noodles.”

Abigail was a bit confused.

To her surprise, Brandon Piers called out to the housekeeper again, “Add a fried egg too.”

Abigail, “…” Had she offended this man?

“No need, this is enough. There’s another snack at eight.” Recently, Abigail’s weight loss plan had been going smoothly. Eating less but more frequently had gradually shrunk her previously stretched stomach, and she no longer felt intense hunger pangs. Besides the daily amount of yoga, she had added other aerobic exercises, with effective results.

Abigail didn’t understand why the man suddenly seemed to care enough to add so much food to her dinner?

“Enough?” Brandon Piers asked in confusion. He looked at Abigail’s figure, then at the food before her. He realized she wasn’t actually that fat. Besides, what’s wrong with being chubby? It’s cute, and happiness matters most.

After learning about what happened during her pregnancy and delivery, he found he couldn’t quite bear seeing her go through the hardship of losing weight.

Losing weight was so hard, and unnecessary.

“Enough.” Abigail responded definitively.

The old man gave his grandson a meaningful glance again.

But Brandon Piers’ gaze still lingered on Abigail’s food, “I’ve seen your health report. You should focus on nourishing your body for now.”

Abigail glanced curiously at Brandon Piers. Was he concerned about her health?

“I’m a doctor, I know what I’m doing.” No matter why this man was being nice, Abigail patiently explained. She didn’t want to disrupt her weight loss plan because of his good intentions.

“Oh.” Brandon gloomily replied, somewhat disappointed.

The old man suddenly interjected, “By the way, Abigail, I heard you do acupuncture. Can it treat insomnia?”

“Theoretically, yes.” Abigail modestly answered.

Brandon suddenly had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, the old man’s next words were, “Since it can, why don’t you give Brandon a treatment later? If his insomnia continues, he’ll start getting eye bags, and Swallow City’s top beauty won’t keep his title.”

Abigail & Brandon, “…”

Goddamn Swallow City’s top beauty!

The old man, afraid his grandson wouldn’t appreciate it, gave Brandon a wink. Brandon looked at his aged grandfather and impatiently asked, “Are you having an eye spasm?”

The old man, “Your eyes are the ones spasming! It’s settled, Abigail, tonight, after Teddy falls asleep, go find Brandon.”

This…

Why at night?

Remembering the last time Brandon came out of the nursery and everyone’s reactions, Abigail felt her scalp tingle. But seeing the eager look in the grandfather’s eyes, she couldn’t bear to refuse and looked toward Brandon for help.