By the time An Jing arrived at Shi Xiaolan’s house, Shi Xiaolan was holding her newborn son, both crying and laughing.
She was laughing because she was happy.
She was crying also because she was happy.
An Jing was also happy for Shi Xiaolan. Now, no one would mock Shi Xiaolan, thinking that Shi Xiaolan couldn’t have a son anymore.
An Fu had remarried because he thought that Shi Xiaolan could not bear him a son. Now, well...
At this moment, An Jing was sure that when An Fu, Yun Dame, and An Hegui found out that Shi Xiaolan had given birth to a son, they would be green with regret.
Watching Wu Xiaoshan and Father Wu happily distributing red eggs to the people who came to share in the joy, An Jingxin had only one thought: as long as no one interfered anymore, this family’s days wouldn’t be bad.
Wu Xiaoshan and Shi Xiaolan had been married for quite some time, and the two almost never argued. Even though the heavy burden of the family rested on Wu Xiaoshan, who had married into the family, Wu Xiaoshan had never complained. He worked diligently from dawn to dusk every day, earning money and supporting everyone in the large household.
Shi Xiaolan had not borrowed money from An Jing again and had even already returned two hundred coins to An Jing.
These two hundred coins were paid back with Wu Xiaoshan’s help.
Wu Xiaoshan said he would strive to help Shi Xiaolan pay off all her external debts, which moved Shi Xiaolan immensely at the time.
This time around, Shi Xiaolan’s pregnancy was much better than her previous pregnancies at An Fu’s house. It wasn’t that it wasn’t hard, but Wu Xiaoshan was very considerate, always caring for Shi Xiaolan and rarely letting her work.
He would rather sacrifice some sleep to do the work himself than to have Shi Xiaolan, with her pregnant belly, continue laboring.
Previously, Shi Xiaolan had told An Jing that divorcing An Fu had been the most correct decision of her life.
She also said that Wu Xiaoshan was the one who truly knew her through and through.
"An Jing, I... I have a son..." Shi Xiaolan laughed while crying, showing An Jing the child in her arms.
An Jing smiled and nodded at Shi Xiaolan, "Yes, Xiaolan, you have a son, Yu Yu and Niuniu have a little brother now."
Shi Xiaolan glanced at Wu Xiaoshan busy outside, then wiped her tears, smiling happily, "An Jing, I always thought you were happy, but now, I sincerely feel that I am happy too."
"It’s good that you are happy."
"Yes." Just a nod, not knowing if it was because of past bitterness, but Shi Xiaolan couldn’t help shedding tears again. However, she quickly wiped them away and said to both An Jing and herself, "It’s all in the past, it’s all in the past. Having a son now means even if the future is hard, I will still feel it’s sweet."
Although An Jing was somewhat averse to Shi Xiaolan’s preference for sons over daughters, all the women here were like that, coupled with this deeply ingrained mindset in their minds, anything she said would be futile. It’s better not to waste words and be disliked.
So, when Shi Xiaolan said these words, An Jing just smiled, looking at Shi Xiaolan, yet said nothing.
When An Fu’s family found out that Shi Xiaolan had given birth to a son for Wu Xiaoshan, indeed, An Fu, Yun Dame, and An Hegui were green with regret.
When Yun Dame was regretful, she kept crying and blaming herself, "It’s all my fault, all my fault... I was so foolish to think that Xiaolan couldn’t have children... if it weren’t for me pushing to the brink of death, how would Fu Zi have divorced Xiaolan... it’s all my fault... if only Xiaolan hadn’t been divorced, that son would now be Fu Zi’s..."