When Lianshan brought back some sugar, fruits, a few pounds of meat, and dozens of twisted dough sticks with Shuzhen on his back, Liu Shouren had already handled everything properly.
With the Huang family’s confession and Huang Wei’s own signed admission of theft and intentional injury, it’s assured that Huang Wei wouldn’t dare break her promise to inform the Dai family of Little Lian’en’s existence even if she had the courage of a thousand men.
Although Shuzhen felt leaving trouble uneliminated might lead to hidden dangers, brutally killing for a secret destined not to last forever wasn’t her style. Besides, with Huang Wei’s life-preserving and family-protecting nature, even if Lian En’s existence was exposed, it wouldn’t come from her mouth.
Well, the experienced siblings didn’t expect: losing her child and fertility has driven Huang Wei to madness and obsession, undoubtedly the type to gladly drag Bai Jing to hell for mutual destruction. There’s been no telegram sent to Beijing yet, only because she internalized Liu Shouren’s previous mocking: A coward who climbed up through connections likely wouldn’t have the guts to admit to having a son without Bai family blood. Otherwise, if the father-in-law got excited, wouldn’t all the effort to climb to a high position be wasted?
As venomous as it sounds, Huang Wei found it made sense.
Her elder cousin-in-law truly was that kind of coward who would sacrifice anything for profit. Oh, but if anyone threatened his interests, that coward could turn ruthless in a second.
So although Lian En is a good move, it’s far from time to use it.
But that’s okay, her entire life now only revolves around revenge, and she has plenty of time.
An old saying goes, flowers don’t stay red for a hundred days, nor do people stay good for a thousand.
She refused to believe the Bai family could remain glorious forever without adversity, and even if not, her utterly selfish and unscrupulous elder cousin-in-law would eventually use the Bai family’s glory to trample the Bai family underfoot.
But before that, she needs to ensure Bai Jing never bears a boy or a girl.
By then, with an intelligent and lively eldest son and an infertile wife without any glory, even with her toes, Huang Wei knows what choices her ambitious elder cousin-in-law would make.
Convinced she found the right path for revenge, Huang Wei was eager to return home, unite with her husband Dai Weimin, actively admit their mistakes, and work hard to win the old lady’s favor. Striving to be back in Beijing as soon as possible, after all, revenge should be executed near the enemy for timely action, right?
Bai Jing never imagined this would happen, all because she just couldn’t stand Huang Wei constantly taking advantage of her family’s resources and goading her rural mother-in-law against her. Unable to tolerate it any longer, she got rid of her. Who knew removing a nuisance would lead to gaining a lifelong enemy?
If she had known, she would have decisively eradicated the trouble when she was still strong.
Unfortunately, even regarding Dai Weiguo, her husband, Bai Jing often didn’t take him seriously, let alone someone like Huang Wei, a parasite living at the mercy of her whims.
Thus, one day in the future, to be tripped up hard by the ant she once looked down upon might just be the cost of underestimation.
And now, Bai Jing was staring intently at the female gynecologist in front of her, listening as she spoke a diagnosis that was absolutely devastating for a woman: excessive curettage from an abortion in the early years leading to infertility, and current medical treatment options have less than a ten percent success rate?
The decisive diagnosis made Bai Jing’s vision go dark, feeling as if the entire world collapsed.
Fate is really fond of playing jokes on her.
Always joyfully drags her down to the eighteenth layer of hell, only to gaily tell her when she’s finally struggled free: Darling, don’t hurry, we’ve got a nineteenth layer specially prepared for you!
Firmly wiping away hot tears from the corners of her eyes, Bai Jing bit her lip. Admitting defeat has never been her style.
She married down to live freely and indulgently; if she is also subject to her mother-in-law’s manipulation and her husband’s disdain, what’s the point of marrying a man from humble origins at the cost of infamy?
If she can’t have children, then let Dai Weiguo’s lineage end here!
If the slip-up happens with her precious son, her mother-in-law, who uses tears and seniority to her advantage, won’t bother her with those unbearably bitter so-called remedies anymore!
Once a ruthless and capable partner harbors ill will, it’s as if a cannon emerges midway — impossible to guard against.
Falling into a trap is merely a matter of time.
Of course, none of this had anything to do with Shuzhen, since Dai Weiguo, her ex-husband from two lifetimes, was torturously offensive to her. It’s forgotten once let go, gone with the wind after sickening the memory.
If even an ex-husband is , not to mention any ex-sister-in-law, or lowly three who destroyed her family.
Life is increasingly happy, who would dwell on those old and insignificant grievances?
With endless rice and flour now, who would miss the sorghum that was chewed by mice and crawled over by cockroaches, yet poverty forced them to endure its revolting taste?
Ever since being diagnosed with twins, Shuzhen had unapologetically become the family’s national treasure, and then some.
Her brothers-in-law, sisters-in-law, younger sister-in-law, and sisters-in-law all frequently brought chicken, ducks, and geese home, experimenting with various ways to provide her with fish and meat. All fearing that one person eating for three might fall short on nutrition, affecting the children’s development.
Anyway, with the income from the seed station, and the rewards from the newly ’researched’ high-yield cabbage and radish seeds, Lianshan simply stayed home without going to the production team for meager work points anymore. Instead, together with the second aunt, he took over all the household chores, taking meticulous care of his pregnant wife, desperately wanting to prepare and cool her water before sending it to her lips.
He occasionally slipped into the kitchen, enduring the smoke and heat just to prepare a satisfying meal for his wife.
Since the ultrasound, his originally hearty eater of a wife suddenly developed morning sickness, losing weight rapidly as she vomited everything except the meals made by her husband’s hand.
For his wife and children, Lianshan was more than willing, happy to become the cook.
But inevitably, he grinds his teeth with resentment inwardly, feeling he let Huang Wei off too easily before.
If she hadn’t meddled, his wife wouldn’t be nauseated to this extent, would she?
Huang Wei: This really is a thunderous injustice in June! What does your wife’s morning sickness have to do with me? Clearly, it’s her pondering her life choices too much, making herself feel aggrieved!