Cross-Dressing Boss with Great Skills × Thick-Skinned Chatterbox Making Do 1

Guo Rong felt a terrible pain in her stomach, as if someone had sliced it open. She thought to herself, that bastard hit me on the head, so why does my stomach hurt so much? Damn it, could there be something wrong with me! She forced her eyes open and saw a kind-looking nurse in white standing before her.

The nurse said to her, "Congratulations Ms. Guo, you've given birth to a son, exactly six pounds, a very adorable child!"

Guo Rong: What the heck?

Guo Rong: "What did you say I gave birth to?"

Nurse: "...Um, a child, Ms. Guo, what's wrong with you?"

Guo Rong was shocked, "Who did I have it with, when did I get pregnant?"

The nurse was also shocked and ran out of the ward shouting, "Doctor, something's wrong, Ms. Guo Qiong seems to have cognitive issues!"

Guo Rong: "...Wait!" What Guo Qiong, her name is Guo Rong!

On this day, the bad girl Guo Rong discovered that she had become another woman she didn't know. This woman was called Guo Qiong, had just given birth to a six-pound son, and who knows who the child's father is. What a mess!

[Seven Years Later]

The penguin-shaped alarm clock on the bedside table started beeping. The two lumps on the bed, one large and one small, moved at the same time. However, the big one's next reaction was to wrap herself in the quilt and cover her head, while the little one lifted the quilt, climbed up, and slapped the jumping penguin alarm clock to stop it.

"Mom, get up." The seven-year-old boy rubbed his eyes and shook the huge creature next to him who was still dreaming. Under his persistent harassment, Guo Rong reluctantly pulled open the quilt and opened one eye to look at him.

The little boy pulled her hand out from under the quilt and said, "Rock, paper, scissors..."

He and Guo Rong put out their hands at the same time. Guo Rong had 'scissors' and he had 'paper'.

Guo Rong: "You lost, you go buy it."

She closed her eyes, waved her hand at her son, and went back to sleep wrapped in the quilt. The little boy had no choice but to accept his loss. He put on his own jacket and sat on the edge of the bed to put on his socks and shoes.

The socks had been worn for two days and smelled a bit, but there were no clean socks in the drawer. They were all piled up in the washing machine and hadn't been washed because his mother was too lazy.

He sighed like a little adult, put on his shoes, skillfully opened a drawer in the wardrobe, counted out a few coins from his bag, took the key, and trotted downstairs.

They lived in an old neighborhood with an elementary school nearby, so there were quite a lot of people around, especially many breakfast shops. At this time, the breakfast shops had passed the peak period. The students who had gone to school early had already eaten and entered the school. Now the people sitting in the seats eating breakfast were all residents of the neighborhood, eating and chatting loudly.

The boss of the breakfast shop, wearing a slightly greasy apron, was ladling porridge for a customer. Seeing the little boy running over, she smiled and greeted, "Qianqian, you're here to buy breakfast again today. Is your mom still sleeping?"

The little boy nodded, "Yeah, she's too lazy, can't help it."

The boss laughed loudly, wiped her hands on her apron, took a new takeout box, and asked, "Same as before?"

"Yeah, the same. Two steamed buns, two bowls of porridge, two eggs, one boiled egg and one tea egg!"

"Alright!" The boss skillfully put the steamed buns and porridge on an empty table, and the little boy went over to take the side dishes and started adding them one by one. One portion of steamed buns with ketchup, one portion with vinegar, one bowl of porridge with pickled radish appetizer, and the other with peanuts.

When he finished adding the side dishes, the boss neatly packed it for him, took chopsticks and plastic spoons, and let him take it away.

The little boy took the hot breakfast back upstairs and put it on the dining table. There was still no sound from the bedroom. He put down the breakfast and ran into the room to shake Guo Rong awake.

"Mom, get up, time for breakfast!"

After three minutes of shouting, Guo Rong crawled up like a ghost. She had been having difficulty getting up for many years, and every morning she looked like she was about to die. She walked into the bathroom with soulless eyes and slippers.

The little boy took a big blue toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste on it and handed it to her. Guo Rong took it and stuffed it into her mouth, brushing her teeth expressionlessly in front of the mirror. The little boy also took his small blue toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste on it, and stood beside her brushing his teeth.

The two brushed their teeth, drank water, spit it out, rinsed their mouths, washed their faces together, and then sat at the dining table and started eating breakfast together.

Only at this time did Guo Rong fully wake up. "Oh my, I'm starving to death." She peeled the tea egg with a few quick movements and swallowed half of it in one gulp, but choked and had to pound her chest hard.

The little boy opened the porridge, put the bowl with a few peanuts in front of her. Guo Rong picked it up, took two gulps, and swallowed the mouthful of egg yolk.

The two were very accustomed to each taking their own portion of breakfast. Guo Rong ate the steamed buns with ketchup, and the little boy ate the ones with vinegar. The two had completely opposite tastes in food, and when eating, they were often like this, completely separate. Although their tastes in food were completely opposite, their fussy habits were exactly the same.

Guo Rong had been like this for seven years, long enough for her to realize that she had transmigrated, transmigrated to a world similar to her original world, and become another person. It was also long enough for her to get used to the cheap son born to this body, that is, the little boy beside her who was drinking porridge and slurping like a piglet.

When she first arrived, she almost went crazy. After all, this body wasn't even her own and felt super awkward to use. Most importantly, this woman was dirt poor with no savings at all. She didn't even know how to survive herself, let alone raise a child. Damn it, just kill her already.

But later, she took a fruit knife and couldn't bear to use it on her own delicate skin, so she negotiated with herself. It's better to live shamelessly than to die, at least struggle a bit more.

Then she got used to it. Not only did she live well until now, but she also raised her son to be ruddy-faced with a pleasing IQ.

That's right, her son. She named him Guo Qian. Who knows who he inherited this IQ from, it's earth-shattering and moves ghosts to tears. He's so clever at such a young age, simply a prodigy.

Ordinary people wouldn't dare give birth like this. Guo Rong wasn't a person with a healthy family herself. Judging from her row of ear piercings, colorful tattoo sleeves, and straw-yellow short hair, she's not the virtuous wife and good mother type. The fact that Guo Qian turned out this way can only be attributed to the grace of heaven and his own efforts, having nothing to do with his mother.

"Are you done eating? Hurry up, I have a match scheduled with someone today," Guo Qian urged after finishing his meal.

Hearing this, Guo Rong asked with interest, "Hey, you have another match? Did you make a bet this time?"

Guo Qian nodded, "Bet five hundred bucks."

Guo Rong exclaimed, "Wow, look at you! If you lose, I'm not paying for it."

Guo Qian crossed his arms and said haughtily, "Have I ever lost? Don't underestimate me. If I win, I'll add two chicken legs to your lunch today."

Guo Rong immediately called out to him, "Daddy! Wait for me, I'll finish right away." She gulped down the porridge in two mouthfuls, tidied up, and tossed the packaging into the overflowing trash can.

"Let's go, go, go!"

The mother and son walked briskly, heading to the nearby internet cafe. The manager, yawning non-stop so early in the morning, greeted them vaguely when he saw them, and handed over two cards without even looking.

Guo Rong asked, "You worked the night shift, looking like a tired dog?"

The manager complained to her, "Xiao Ai who works the night shift took leave, so I had to do it myself."

Guo Rong chatted with him casually for a bit, then took the cards and went to a computer in the very back. It was a prime spot - hidden, with the AC blowing directly in the summer and the heater nearby in the winter, far from the smoking area so there were no worries about secondhand smoke. Guo Rong used to smoke but quit because of her little brat Guo Qian.

The two had lived here for three years, and the two computers in the corner were basically reserved for them. Every day after breakfast, they would come here to "work" until going back to sleep at night.

Guo Rong's job was quite varied. She didn't know how to do much else before, only playing games, so here she leveled up accounts to sell, helped others level up, led people through dungeons for a fee, sold equipment and rare materials, and so on.

She had a lazy nature, content to earn just enough to get by. If she made more, she'd spend more; if she made less, she'd spend less. Occasionally when they had money, the mother and son would splurge on a seafood feast. When short on cash, they'd eat instant noodles for a few meals.

Recently, due to the launch of a popular large-scale shooter game with overcrowded servers, many derivative professions emerged, such as game companions. Mostly wealthy and idle men, or those without money or girlfriends, wanting to enjoy the thrill of playing with girls in the game, would use game companion apps to find ladies to play with them online, usually charging by the hour.

Guo Rong did quite well in this, as long as her gaming skills were decent, her voice pleasant, and she could chat with people in the game, coquettishly calling the customers "boss", the money was easy to earn.

As for Guo Qian, immersed in the internet cafe from a young age, he could skillfully play many games at just seven years old. Sometimes even Guo Rong, his mother, couldn't beat him in games and could only tremble in fear, calling him a prodigy. Guo Qian would always look smug and cocky. He would challenge others to matches, occasionally earning some extra money.

The two of them - usually Guo Qian called Guo Rong "Mom", but sometimes Guo Rong jokingly called the little brat "Daddy". They had fun together, though people overhearing would give strange looks, probably never having seen someone act like that as a mother.

Today, Guo Rong wasn't in a hurry to find a "boss", so she just logged in and watched her son battle online friends.

Guo Qian was playing a large-scale ancient fantasy multiplayer game. His character was a cold swordsman with very flashy skills, a universally acknowledged cool role. Coupled with his prodigious gaming talent, he had a bit of a reputation in the game.

Guo Rong had seen female characters come to chat with him, asking his age and wanting to become his disciple, flirting between the lines. If it were an adult man, facing a girl's coquettishness, who knows if he would be tempted. But unfortunately, beneath the swordsman's skin was a seven-year-old boy. He didn't even know many characters, so he was too lazy to chat.

Faced with girls trying to flirt, he would always complain to his mother in annoyance, "They don't play the game properly, always trying to chat with me."

Every time Guo Rong saw such a hilarious scene, she would laugh until she was out of breath.

Because he couldn't type much, little Guo Qian was exceptionally silent in the game, only flashily attacking. This setting was very attractive to girls. When little Guo Qian occasionally got fed up with being asked, he would tell them he was seven years old. The other side would always laugh, not believing it at all.

Indeed, who could believe that behind the internet, it could even be a dog and no one would know.

Guo Rong's daily entertainment was watching her son deal with these funny netizens.

Today, Guo Qian had a match with someone, and quite a few people were spectating in the game. Guo Rong watched with great interest, cheering for her son.

Little Guo Qian sat there, his chubby fingers operating deftly, successfully killing his opponent in three minutes and achieving victory.

The enlarged "Victory" words on the screen burst with fireworks. The opponent lost miserably and, as agreed, transferred the money.

The money was sent to Guo Rong. She glanced at the received amount and counted out five hundred yuan for Guo Qian. Guo Qian took a bill and went to buy two bottles of milk. The two each drank a bottle and began their gaming journey for the day.