Reborn as Mr.CEO's Fat Wife

But Brandon Piers prepared special formula for Teddy just in case, which had not been used before.

However, in order to avoid suspicion, Abigail opened a can intentionally, occasionally feeding it to the little guy, but most of the time she still gave him her breast milk.

Fortunately, although other servants came to help, most of the time they each went about their own tasks, allowing Abigail to breathe a deep sigh of relief while also experiencing the hardship of taking care of a baby alone.

She lost nearly nine pounds in the three days Kelly was not there.

Consider it an unexpected benefit.

However, three days later, although Kelly returned to the Piers’ Mansion, she relactated, seeming to have been frightened.

She was not as cheerful as before. She was more cautious in her work, not even gossiping in the yard to Abigail secretly anymore.

Abigail noticed this and felt another layer of resentment towards Brandon Piers.

Since that day when she returned from the hospital, Abigail had less and less direct contact with Brandon Piers. It was both inevitable and deliberate.

Brandon, on the other hand, looked at her with complex eyes several times when they met.

Abigail still held a grudge against Brandon for putting Teddy in danger, not caring what deep meaning his gaze might hold.

On the contrary, she occasionally practiced Tai Chi on the second floor, and Elder Piers saw her, becoming interested.

Elderly people best revered Tai Chi, which had humble movements and could strengthen the body.

“Your movements are very standard.” The old man watched for days before finally speaking.

Abigail smiled and responded, “It’s all just random practice.”

Her grandfather learned from Wudang, with very high achievements in Tai Chi. Although he couldn’t perform like the legendary ancient masters, defeating a few boxing champions was no big deal.

Tai Chi was an internal martial art, with a total of thirteen forms.

It sounded simple but really required high comprehension. Some people might not even master a third after practicing their whole life, hence there was a saying in Tai Chi, “Many learners like cow hairs, but masters as rare as morning stars.”

Abigail happened to belong to the high comprehension type, excelling at overcoming action with stillness.

Earlier in the bar, she applied Tai Chi.

Due to her body’s current limitations, her Tai Chi couldn’t fully be unleashed.

But it was still enough to strengthen her body.

Elder Piers listened to Abigail, shaking his head, “This doesn’t look like random practice. Have you ever apprenticed to a master?”

“No.” Abigail could consider her grandfather as her master, but now she was Abigail Green, so she had to say no.

“That’s amazing.” Elder Piers said, slightly moved, “Let me watch more.”

Abigail didn’t hesitate, repeating the gestures again.

“Good, good, good, excellent. If you lose some more weight, you’ll be even more impressive. Why don’t you spar with this old man?” Elder Piers seemed eager.

“Teddy is awake, maybe another day.” Abigail wasn’t avoiding the elder, but Teddy was indeed awake. As for what he said about her weight, she knew he meant no offense but was genuinely thoughtful.

Elder Piers, who did prioritize his great-grandson over sparring.

Still, for the next few days, Elder Piers always found chances to practice boxing with Abigail, even forgetting about Brandon completely.

Half a month into it, the old man felt quite instructed, patting his waist during dinner, “How come I feel my back seems much better, doesn’t hurt after sitting for long? It’s definitely our national treasure.”

After sparring with Abigail, Elder Piers found several movements he used to practice incorrectly and, correcting them, felt fresh and revived after boxing, with his herniated discs mostly healed.

Suddenly, Elder Piers raised his head, looking at his grandson with eager eyes, “You join us tomorrow!”

Thinking of his grandson’s health, Elder Piers sighed.

“I’m very busy.” Brandon looked up at his recently radiant grandfather, raising his eyebrows. He didn’t know the little fatty had such skills.

However, thinking of doing Tai Chi early in the morning and at dusk in the yard alongside an old man and a little fatty, he dismissed it.

This combo of old and weak didn’t interest him.

Besides, he felt that since the car accident last time, Abigail had notably avoided him on purpose and he was also unsure of how to face the little fatty.

Remembering the new DNA test report still in his study drawer, his eyes darkened.

It was the first time he hesitated after making a decision.

Three days after leaving Sincere Hospital, he received the DNA report.

This time, he didn’t use Abigail’s and Teddy’s names for comparison but faked two identities. Unexpectedly, the result was completely different from last time.

The report clearly stated they were indeed mother and son.

His previous conjectures were all confirmed.

Thinking back to several times he caught Abigail breastfeeding Teddy, he only felt foolish for trusting the little fatty.

He subconsciously thought Abigail was a naive, straightforward little fatty, forgetting how he had witnessed her lying the first time he visited the Green family.

And those bright black peach blossom eyes were the best at playing innocent.

Brandon was uncertain why Abigail agreed to be Teddy’s nanny.

Was it to take better care of the child or to get close to him? Or did she want her child back?

If it was the first, he could tolerate it. But if it was the second and third?

In less than half a month, it would be his engagement party with Ruby Green. Swallow City’s side moved more frequently. Although he caught his third uncle’s people last time, he only managed to incapacitate the left arm.

To win this war bloodlessly, he had to secure a five percent stake from the Green family.

He knew Lincoln Green’s attitude towards Abigail too well, so weighing the pros and cons, he could only marry Ruby Green before Swallow City figured out his intentions.

His handsome face turned gloomy, and an inexplicable irritation surged in his heart.

Elder Piers, displeased with his grandson’s refusal, saw the thoughtful look in his eyes and slammed the table, “Nothing is more important than health. If I say you practice, you practice. That little share of business isn’t more important than your health? Continuing like this, forget surgery, just hand all shares to your third uncle.”

“Grandpa….”

“Starting tomorrow morning.” Brandon just started to speak when Elder Piers interrupted, decisively making the call, then stormed off to his room without even using his cane.

Brandon rubbed his forehead, thinking how odd-tempered the old man had become.

With a sigh, Brandon went upstairs and ran into Abigail in the second-floor dining room, noticing her face had slimmed down quite a bit over the past half month.

Apparently, practicing Tai Chi also had weight loss benefits.

However, despite the slimmed face, her body didn’t change much.

With this thought, his gaze lingered on Abigail for a few more seconds, seeing her look at him coolly before walking away.

Brandon, “….”

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