Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse-Chapter 690 - 686: Marrying the Right Person is Happiness
Chapter 690: Chapter 686: Marrying the Right Person is Happiness
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Xie Jingchen was not being cold-hearted; in his heart, how could anything possibly be more important than his wife Yan Jinsu’s health?
After all, Yan Jinsu was currently pregnant with triplets. Even with Xie Jingchen’s usually broad mindset, he still couldn’t help but worry.
Moreover, since Yan Jinsu went missing, Xie Jingchen had been desperate, almost wanting to tie his little wife to his belt, getting anxious at half a day’s absence, so where would he let his beloved wife take any risks?
"Sister Fan, do you think this could work?" Yan Jinsu looked innocently at Fan Hongshan. After all, it was impossible for her to visit Wen Qingying ’under the guise of concern’ several days in a row.
The best person for this task, without a doubt, was Fan Hongshan. After all, she was Wen Qingying’s eldest daughter-in-law.
"Are you sure it’s effective?"
"Seventy percent," Yan Jinsu conservatively stated a figure.
Hearing this, Fan Hongshan was extremely surprised!
After all, the hospital had only given a ten percent chance for Wen Qingying to possibly have a ’miracle’ recovery. Didn’t everyone in the Zhou family know that this was just ’wishful thinking’ purported by the hospital?
And now, Yan Jinsu was saying that the medicine she brought had a seventy percent chance of waking her mother-in-law up?
Let alone seventy percent, even if it was forty or fifty percent, Fan Hongshan would go for it. Although her in-laws didn’t like her very much, when it came to human life, the dislike of the elders wasn’t that important.
Furthermore, while her in-laws didn’t like her, Zhou Yilang didn’t lack humanity and would always protect her at critical moments. In this way, in reality, her in-laws couldn’t really harm her.
Maybe this was also the reason why she couldn’t make up her mind to leave the Zhou family. Fan Hongshan admitted to herself that she was a traditional little woman.
She couldn’t bring herself to initiate a divorce.
Although she once had expectations for marriage, they had been extinguished under Zhou Yilang’s attitude.
"Sister Yan, are you sure?" Fan Hongshan was truly surprised by the prospect.
After all, it was her husband’s mother, right? She wasn’t so callous as to wish her evil mother-in-law dead.
Moreover, whether it was Zhou Guorong or Wen Qingying, both spouses considered themselves cultured and wouldn’t engage in unseemly behavior; at most, they would just give her the cold shoulder and ignore her.
Uh, she wasn’t the only one to receive such treatment. Even her nominal children did not win the affection of their grandparents.
This was something that Fan Hongshan could not understand. After all, they were the Zhou family’s own flesh and blood, yet the grandparents could still dislike their grandchildren.
You could almost understand them not liking granddaughters, since the custom of valuing males over females still exists. But it was surprising to her that her in-laws disregarded even the eldest grandson—this left her secretly shocked—didn’t this pair of in-laws feel even a bit of heartache?
"Of course, if I wasn’t sure, would I take the risk?" Yan Jinsu shrugged nonchalantly, her hands caressing her abdomen as she replied.
Yan Jinsu was not familiar with Wen Qingying. She just wanted her to wake up to keep Yan Jinxian from causing more trouble.
At this moment, Fan Hongshan also roughly understood that Yan Jinsu’s effort to save her mother-in-law was definitely not just out of goodwill towards her, and she wouldn’t believe it if it was said outright.
Yan Jinsu wasn’t familiar with Wen Qingying and wasn’t very acquainted with Fan Hongshan either, but the two were related by marriage, which was a bit better than strangers. Having gotten along quite comfortably on a few occasions, she was being generous this time.
Saving someone was purely a coincidence. Wen Qingying is that dangerous woman Yan Jinxian’s mother, and from the clues, it’s clear that once Wen Qingying awakes, Yan Jinxian’s days will be numbered!
Yan Jinsu truly doesn’t have a savior complex.
With Xie Jingzi keeping watch, the two quietly discussed the details. Yan Jinsu had come prepared, taking out the Spirit Core Water she had readied beforehand from her handbag.
The three-finger-high jade bottle was specially picked by Yan Jinsu from her Space, filled with just three sips’ worth of Spirit Core Water. Taking advantage of the situation, while talking to Fan Hongshan, Yan Jinsu managed to feed the "medicinal water" into Wen Qingying’s parched lips.
To hasten the aid for Wen Qingying, Yan Jinsu also slipped a good medicine into Wen Qingling’s mouth for her to suck on.
Looking up, she saw Fan Hongshan, with curiosity written all over her face, gazing doubtfully at the medicine bottle in her hand. Yan Jinsu generously popped a pill into her mouth too and whispered in her ear:
"Keep it in your mouth; this medicine counteracts damp poisons. Don’t worry, Sister Fan, it won’t kill you."
After saying that, Yan Jinsu chuckled, "I’m only being so generous because Sister Fan is nice. The ingredients for these Security Pills are hard to find, you’re getting a good deal."
"Uh-huh, my Third Sister-in-law isn’t lying, Sister Hong Shan, you’ve really scored a bargain. After taking my Third Sister-in-law’s medicine, you won’t get pimples even if you eat hotpot in the scorching summer," Xie Jingzi joined in from the sidelines, immediately backing her up.
Yan Jinsu’s face turned dark. Her precious and good medicine was being treated as pimples pills by her foodie little aunt.
"Pfft~ Haha, Xiaozi, that’s a great thought. If that were the case, I’d be so happy. How long will Xiaozi stay in Beijing? I know where to get an authentic hotpot that’s especially tasty, made in a copper pot."
"Really?" The food-loving Xie Jingzi was overjoyed now. Aside from her studies, her only other hobby was indulging in food. Having been spoiled by Yan Jinsu, at the mention of good food, her spirits soared. After glancing at her Third Sister-in-law, she whispered to Sister Fan:
"Sister Fan, I might stay in Beijing for about three days. Since Lantern Festival’s not possible today, shall we plan to go together tomorrow?"
"Sure, I’ll give you a call when it’s time." She knew the number to the Zhou Family Ancestral Mansion.
"Uh-huh, Third Sister-in-law, wanna join us?" Xie Jingzi asked Yan Jinsu softly.
Yan Jinsu smiled sweetly and shook her head, patting her belly and said helplessly:
"My dear, that won’t work. Third Brother has a lot on his plate recently, I better not go out and add to his stress. Besides, my belly isn’t small, it’s not good to eat too much spicy food. You two go and eat plenty on my behalf."
"Oh~" Xie Jingzi gently rubbed Third Sister-in-law’s round belly, nodding understandingly:
"That makes sense. After Third Sister-in-law has this baby, you’ll be free. Third Brother even asked Uncle recently about which hospital in Beijing performs vasectomy surgeries with skilled doctors, because he’s considering getting one."
Upon hearing her little aunt’s words, Yan Jinsu blushed, then sighed speechlessly: "No need for him to get a vasectomy, if we really don’t want anymore kids, I should be the one to handle it. You remember to tell your uncle not to provide the hospital information to Third Brother; such surgeries aren’t safe yet."
"Oh~" Xie Jingzi blushed as she discussed this with her Third Sister-in-law, feeling a bit embarrassed. After all, although she and her Uncle had grown very close, she wasn’t mature enough to talk about bedroom affairs with her Third Sister-in-law.
Fan Hongshan appeared utterly perplexed, having been force-fed a huge helping of dog food!
She herself hadn’t even experienced pregnancy, and here these two women were, already talking about vasectomies.
And looking at Xie Jingzi, the girl still seemed a little shy and bewildered; she probably didn’t quite grasp the full implication of the conversation yet!
It goes to show, happiness is all about marrying the right person.
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