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"No, it won’t happen again. Xiaozi, please, trust me this time." Wang Chunmei bit her lower lip, earnestly assuring Xie Jingzi.
She had missed her chance once; how could she let herself make a second mistake?
Nor would she allow herself to be foolish again. The older she grew, the more she understood that even parents might not be able to forgive their children without any reservations, so on what grounds could she expect others to be repeatedly lenient with her?
Just like her once blind adoration for Third Brother, which she mistook for true love, but has now put aside. Acknowledging her mistakes, she believes she is not an irredeemable fool.
"Fine, we’ll see." After saying this, Xie Jingzi squeezed next to Third Sister-in-law, her face showing lingering fear as she fussily patted Yan Jinsu’s belly.
Completely ignoring Third Brother and Uncle, and even the adorable and cute Xiaojiu and Xiao Shi.
After clinging to Yan Jinsu for a little ten minutes and feeling Third Sister-in-law’s cool and warm hands hold hers tightly, finally, she truly believed that Heaven still blesses the good.
Wang Chunmei secretly watched the interaction between Xie Jingzi and Third Sister-in-law. In such a short time, she could see through her eyes that Xiaozi truly cared for Yan Jinsu’s personal safety. That’s why, after hearing from Third Sister-in-law, she could let go of the grudge suppressed in her heart.
After a joyful family meal, Wang Chunmei finally got the East Nuan Pavilion, next to the main house, cleaned up and organized all the children’s toys from the main hall, arranging them in the East Nuan Pavilion.
From now on, Xiaojiu and Xiao Shi could play in the East Nuan Pavilion after their naps or when they woke up, so they wouldn’t constantly tire Yan Jinsu out. After all, Yan Jinsu was pregnant and her energy was only decreasing.
The East Nuan Pavilion was very close to the kitchen with underfloor heating, making it the warmest and driest room among the three main rooms, perfectly suitable for children.
With tomorrow being the Lantern Festival, and another week passing in Yan Jinsu’s pregnancy, soon moving into the fourth month, her belly was changing day by day. Now barely four months in, it looked much larger compared to the fifth month of an ordinary pregnancy.
It was because the shape of her pregnant belly, which looked very similar to when she was pregnant with Xiaojiu and Xiao Shi, that Xie Jingzi reminded Third Sister-in-law to go to the hospital for a check-up.
Multiple births can be inherited, and Xie Jingzi would occasionally stroke Third Sister-in-law’s belly with genuine astonishment.
If Third Sister-in-law is indeed carrying twins again, Third Brother would truly be lucky—embracing four children in three years! Xie Jingzi could only say that her Third Brother and Third Sister-in-law were genuinely ’mighty’.
After lunch, Yan Jinsu wanted her husband to go to the hospital to bring back that child since it had already been four or five hours, and the child’s medicine should have worn off and allowed him to wake up.
It wasn’t that Yan Jinsu woke up thinking of the child as someone she knew, but rather after seeing the child’s clean little face, she shockingly experienced some fragments of past events with that child in her dreams.
That child, even when being threatened and held by the throat, still warned her to leave quickly. Due to the fragments being too realistic, Yan Jinsu wasn’t foolish enough to think she was overimagining things.
Moreover, considering how her Soul Crystal had been repairing itself much faster over the past month, and occasionally fragments would surface in her dreams—some strong enough to be remembered upon waking, some fleeting and impressionistic, unable to be recalled by her.
Perhaps it was the sight of the child’s face turning red and purple that was too shocking, which is why she remembered it so distinctly. If it weren’t for little Aunt and her husband’s timely return, Yan Jinsu would have long asked her husband to bring the child back.
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