Indeed, the person who came was Lady Pan Fan.
Lady Pan Fan, seeing An Jing not coming out and not opening the door, started shouting again, "An Jing, you must be too scared to come out, right? You said I couldn’t give birth to a son, well here I am with my son for you to see. Now come out! Even if you are foul-mouthed, I can still have sons!"
As she rambled on, Lady Pan Fan also fiercely pounded on the gate of the yard, as if she would break it open.
Inside the house, An Jing initially didn’t want to pay any attention, but Lady Pan Fan was making too much noise. She turned to her husband with a smile, "Husband, let’s go have a look. She has come all the way to show us her son."
Xiao Changyi remained silent, simply put down the broom in his hands, and walked over to assist An Jing as they walked outside.
As soon as the yard gate opened, An Jing said with a smile, "Mrs. Fan, it’s already the twenty-ninth today. Isn’t your house busy? And yet you have the time to come visit our house?"
"Even if I am busy, I can still find time to deal with someone as indecent as you!" huffed Lady Pan Fan. "Look, look, this is my son, I managed to give birth to a son. You foul woman, you dared to curse me saying I wouldn’t have a son. Even the heavens couldn’t stand it anymore and allowed me to have a son!"
An Jing glanced at the child in Lady Pan Fan’s arms—the child’s complexion was pale, his eyes tightly shut, and his breathing extremely weak, he most likely was too frail to live long.
Understanding the situation in her heart but not showing it on her face, An Jing said slowly and calmly with a smile, "Did I curse you for not being able to have a son? I wouldn’t know about that."
Upon hearing this, Lady Pan Fan became agitated, raising her voice, "Don’t you deny it! In town that day, there were many people who saw everything!"
Still calm and composed, An Jing said, "That day, what I said was that when a woman is pregnant, one cannot be entirely certain whether it’s a son or a daughter until the child is born. You must not wrongly accuse me."
"You may not have said so with your mouth, but that’s what you were thinking! You were definitely cursing me in your heart not to have a son!" Lady Pan Fan was making a scene without reason.
Today, she came to find An Jing to vent the anger in her heart. Ever since An Jing had become pregnant, her in-laws would occasionally make pointed remarks at her. Now that An Jing had also fixed a road, it was obvious that An Jing had no shortage of Silver Coin, and her in-laws would talk even more incessantly, saying her husband should not have broken off their engagement and should have married An Jing instead.
As her husband’s current wife, how could she tolerate that?
Her in-laws spoke of it again today, as if they would never stop. She couldn’t bear it anymore, but it wouldn’t be right to scold her in-laws. She could only carry her child over to find An Jing.
No matter whether her scolding was justified or not, she just needed to curse An Jing and blow off some steam.
An Jing was at a loss for words and chuckled, "Do you think you are a roundworm in my stomach, to know what I’m thinking?"
"That’s exactly what you think. Don’t try to wriggle out of it!" Lady Pan Fan continued to make a fuss. "You dare to curse me not to have a son, then I’ll curse you too. This time you’re definitely carrying twin girls! And in the future, every child you have will also be a girl!"
An Jing didn’t care whether her child was a boy or a girl, so she simply didn’t respond, letting Lady Pan Fan go on with her monologue.
"Your behind is so small, even if I don’t curse you, you’re definitely not going to have a son!"
"People say, ’beautiful daughter, homely mother.’ Just look at your good complexion and delicate skin, not ugly at all. You’re definitely carrying girls!"
An Jing: "..." Why do your insults make me feel so happy?
Lady Pan Fan intended to keep scolding, but then she heard Pan Shuangquan’s voice calling for her, clearly in search of her.