As soon as Ms.Wang heard Ms.Luo’s words, she felt somewhat troubled.
Wasn’t this a blatant request for ginseng? There was indeed ginseng in the house, three roots to be exact, but those were the New Year’s gifts from Old Mu, Mu Shaoling, and others.
Just so happened that Old Yang needed ginseng this time, and Yang Dachuan had all three roots taken out for Mu Shaoling to help slice into thin pieces, boiling a bowl of ginseng porridge or making chicken soup with ginseng every other day.
There wasn’t much after cutting the three roots, thinking it could last three to four months was already not bad, how could she give more away when there was already so little?
Seeing Ms.Wang’s expression turn sour, Ms.Luo pretended not to notice and continued, "Third sister-in-law, could you spare some of your family’s ginseng? Just let me taste it; if I taste it, then your little nephew will have tasted it too. Once your nephew is born, he will definitely be grateful to you. Besides, didn’t the doctor say that pregnant women should eat ginseng so that their children will grow up strong? Poor me, I can’t afford to buy it, so I have to ask you, as his aunt, to take pity on him."
Tsk, tsk, Yang Chuxia overheard this and wanted to cover her face.
How utterly shameful, right? That’s exactly how Yang Qingrui and his brothers felt. No matter what, this was their family matter, and now, with Mu Shaoling still around, she did this in front of Mu Shaoling, an outsider, losing face for the entire Yang Family.
Well, what Yang Chuxia didn’t know was that Ms.Luo only spoke up because Mu Shaoling was present, and that she had somehow heard that the richer the family, the more they cared about face. After her plea today, Ms.Wang, out of concern for face, would have to give her something.
After all, she had openly asked, and her requests seemed reasonable; if the third branch of the family didn’t give anything, it would appear stingy and uncaring to outsiders.
Alright, one must admit, Ms.Luo’s scheming was always sharp, but often misapplied.
At this moment, Ms.Wang opened her mouth but really didn’t know what to say, inevitably seeking Yang Chuxia’s help with a pleading look.
Seeing this, Yang Chuxia chuckled and said, "Third aunt, as the elder, it is right for us brothers and sisters to wish you a Happy New Year. Qingrui, aren’t you going to wish your third aunt and uncle a Happy New Year? Oh right, now that I’m married, it’s not appropriate for me to ask for a red envelope anymore, but no worries, I have one in my belly too, so you can’t renege on this debt, third aunt."
Now Ms.Luo’s expression was no longer cheerful. She hadn’t prepared any red envelopes; her intention in visiting the third branch was to bring her child along for a profit, as was the case in past years. Although the children were resentful, Yang Dachuan and his wife, considering Old Yang’s position, never made a fuss.
Without anyone saying a word, Ms.Luo naturally wouldn’t take the initiative to prepare red envelopes, but she was caught off guard when Yang Chuxia suddenly asked her for one.
Yang Chuxia looked at her with a cold smile, not rushing her.
Ms.Luo’s face grew redder and redder, while Yang Xiaochuan lowered his head so much he was almost invisible.
This couple was unaware that Old Yang’s eyes had drooped from the moment they asked for red envelopes; now he was breathing heavily.
It was a servant who noticed something was wrong and called out urgently, "Old Grand Master, Old Grand Master, are you alright?"
Upon seeing this, Mu Shaoling hurriedly stepped forward, gave the Old Master a pill, and had someone carry Old Yang inside to lie down flat.
In the room, Old Yang was now breathing even more laboriously, his eyes rolling back, and it was only after Mu Shaoling administered acupuncture that he slowly improved.
When he came out, he told everyone, "The Old Master’s internal organs are all failing, especially his heart. He must not get too happy or too angry in the future, or he could easily go into shock or even die."