Among the little ones, only the third, An Yiqing, was smiling. But when Fourth Brother An Yiyun saw Xiao Changyi and An Jing touching foreheads, he immediately smiled as well. He loved seeing his parents the most.
"Husband, look, Yun Er really likes it when we do this," An Jing said, beaming as she saw An Yiyun the little one laughing.
The corners of Xiao Changyi’s usually cool lips curled up slightly. Their son was truly adorable.
With both An Yiqing and An Yiyun the little ones laughing, the other two little ones in the rocking cradle slowly caught the mood and, without knowing why they were joyful, unanimously burst into giggles.
The house was full of laughter, the children’s laughter, An Jing’s laughter, listening to which softened Xiao Changyi’s normally stern heart more and more, warming it further.
The atmosphere was really exceptionally warm and beautiful.
Just then, a sudden, unwelcome, and very spiteful voice rang out.
"An Jing, Xiao Changyi, you two will go to hell. My first son had just been born not long before you caused his death, and now, my second son, not yet born, has also been killed by you. You’ve even caused me to be unable to bear children again. One of you is vicious, the other a curse, surely you will go to hell after you die! Go to hell!"
"Wah—," the roar and scolding from Mrs. Fan were too loud and too fierce. An Yiyun the little one, already physically weak, could not withstand such a big scare and immediately started crying loudly.
Then, unable to support such loud crying due to his weak body, he could only sob continuously, looking completely terror-stricken.
Seeing their youngest son , An Jing and Xiao Changyi were immediately furious. An Jing quickly hugged An Yiyun the little one to comfort him and tried to stand up to reprimand Mrs. Fan, but Xiao Changyi stopped her.
"I’ll go. You stay with the children." Xiao Changyi’s face was expressionless, his eyes as cold as if he were about to kill someone.
His wife was still in her postpartum confinement, so naturally, it was his responsibility to deal with such people.
An Jing knew that her current priority was to soothe the children, so she let Xiao Changyi go by himself as their children had all been frightened . Besides, she knew that her husband would definitely not let this slide.
No sooner had Xiao Changyi left the main room than Lady Pan Fan’s extremely spiteful curses were heard again from outside the courtyard: "Both my sons are dead. Why should your sons live?! Your sons should die too! No wonder your children didn’t die in the womb—now it turns out you were carrying four. I should have made four effigies, not just two! It’s useless. I’m already working on the effigies of your four sons; they definitely won’t grow up. They’ll all die soon, ha-ha, good riddance, die—ah—"
Mrs. Fan had suffered a miscarriage, and during the past twenty days, she stayed at home to recuperate. Throughout her recuperation, she crafted four effigies to represent An Jing and Xiao Changyi’s children and stuck pins into them.
Without interruption.
Now that she had recovered, but upon hearing Pan Shuangquan and his parents talk about sending her back to her family, she was immediately provoked. She felt everything was An Jing and Xiao Changyi’s fault. Therefore, without informing Pan Shuangquan of her whereabouts, she stealthily sought out An Jing and Xiao Changyi again.
She really hated An Jing and Xiao Changyi so much!
She truly did hate them!
It was all An Jing and Xiao Changyi’s fault!
Being filled with such hatred, Mrs. Fan’s curses grew wilder and more malicious, but in the end, she could no longer curse.