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"Relax, I feel that being freed from the Zhou family is actually the best outcome for me."
Fan Hongshan waved her hand indifferently, ever since she personally took back the two bottles of medicine from her husband, she no longer harbored any romantic feelings for Zhou Yilang:
"Let’s not talk about that, Yan is truly blessed. Is the pregnancy about five months now?" freeweɓnovel.cøm
Yan Jinsu’s belly was high and rounded even when seated. If Xiaojiu and Xiao Shi weren’t clearly still young, she might have thought Yan was six or seven months along.
"No, not yet, it’s just four months and a bit. Hehe~" Yan Jinsu smiled and shook her head, the babies inside her were very well-behaved; she had not really felt any discomfort up till now.
Therefore, having rested for nearly two months, Yan Jinsu’s complexion was not too bad, and when mentioning the baby, her face showed a tender look.
"To be honest, Yan, maybe I’m getting older, but I find myself envious of pregnant women and children." In this lifetime, she might not have the fortune to be a ’mother’.
One failed marriage was enough; she wouldn’t be so foolish as to marry a second time. And clearly, Zhou Yilang had no desire for any child she might bear.
"Hey, Sister Fan, you’re not that old, no need to be so pessimistic. If you clear your thoughts later and really want a child, give me a call. I’ll help you!
Don’t laugh, I’m actually planning to open a pharmacy in Beijing, and the specialty product will promote fertility! Whether you believe it or not, might as well give it a try. Seeing that we’re related by marriage, if you can’t conceive, sister won’t charge you!"
Yan Jinsu was serious, and Fan Hongshan fixedly stared at her, truly considering the idea, her face flushed with excitement, and her mind raced with thoughts—
She didn’t even know that her eyes instinctively showed desire, looking at Yan Jinsu’s belly, she muttered softly, "Can I have a child of my own?"
"Of course you can. Even if a man doesn’t want one, don’t you want one? Since you have the ability to be independent and strong, don’t you think that you are capable of providing for yourself and a child?"
As Yan Jinsu spoke, she looked at Fan Hongshan’s impeccably kept hands, not with sarcasm, but noticing the calluses between her fingers, thinking that her hands must possess some unique skills.
If she couldn’t have confidence in supporting herself and her child with such skills, then she might as well continue to cower under a man, content to be an unattractive housewife.
"No, I can!" Fan Hongshan’s eyes instantly brightened.
She looked at Yan Jinsu firmly, then lowered her head to look at her own hands. Eight years into her marriage, she had been like a servant, taking care of her husband and his children, but she hadn’t given up on herself.
She could write beautifully, paint skillfully, and embroider exquisite silk! Even her cooking, honed over eight years, was top-notch!
Although she hadn’t sold many paintings or embroidery pieces over the years, the prices she could command were high. If it was just supporting herself and a child, it was definitely enough!
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