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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.
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