------------------
"What do you want me to do? Both the palm and the back of my hand are flesh, if Shishi can’t find a matching bone marrow, then, then we can only wait for death!"
In fact, her youngest son is indeed waiting for death! Qi Chunlan murmured with a heavy heart.
Isn’t it because they think she’s ruthless? She also wanted to simply welcome the return of her biological daughter, but this time, the chief physician of her youngest son had already sorrowfully told her to prepare!
Prepare for what? She doesn’t want... she doesn’t want to be a parent who has to bury her child!
Her Shishi has always stayed quietly indoors since he was young, never daring to run or jump, for fear of getting injured or catching a cold... Her heart aches!
"Shut up!" Yan Dongsheng commanded.
Frowning, he looked at how this heavy topic had plunged the family into gloom. He lowered his head to look at his wife and slowly said—
"Chunlan, Shishi would not agree with your thinking," Yan Dongsheng sternly rebuked his wife’s thoughts.
Although their own child couldn’t frolic freely like a normal person, his spirit was healthy. When Yan Jinxian was healthy, they never thought of forcing her. If it were his pregnant older sister, he definitely would not agree.
"Then don’t let him know!" Qi Chunlan replied decisively, "Old Yan, that’s our child we’ve loved for nineteen years, how could I just watch him die in the prime of his youth!"
Compared to the daughter who has just started to recognize them, in her heart, the most important is still her youngest son, who has been living in the palm of her hand since childhood!
Perhaps it is because of such a nature that Qi Chunlan could instantly become cold and detached towards Yan Jinxian when she found out she was not her biological daughter, because that’s how realistic the human heart is.
Likewise, when choosing between Zhang Shanni and Yan Jinsi, she would not hesitate to choose her youngest son!
Between a daughter who she has not spent a day with and a son who has been closely by her side for nineteen years, there is no need to think about how to choose!
"Mom! That is your biological daughter, you—" why is your heart so hard! Yan Jinchang screamed in his heart.
"Changchang, by watching Shishi die, would my heart not be cold then? I also want the best of both worlds, I also want my family to live in harmony and happiness~ but Shishi can’t hold on any longer!" ƒreewebɳovel.com
Qi Chunlan shook her head in pain, she was just making the most suitable choice!
"Mom, my little sister is now more than five months pregnant, don’t do anything rash!" Yan Jinhao looked at his mother quietly and coaxed softly.
Qi Chunlan, seeing that the three men in the house were all looking at her disapprovingly, felt very confused and just nodded hurriedly, "I’m tired, I’m going to sleep for a bit."
After saying that, she dragged her feeble legs back to her room.
As soon as Qi Chunlan returned to her room, she realized that there were photos of that daughter all over the house...
Having been together for nineteen years, how could there be no affection? Aside from the anger after being deceived, and the anxiety for her youngest son’s illness, Yan Jinxian had been by her side since she was little, it wasn’t something she could just let go of?
If it was once affection, now it is resentment.
How Shishi protected her, his twin sister, her own selfishness as an older sister, the more it made her seem unlike a member of the Yan Family!
Human hearts are made of flesh, and there was no ’affection’ between the two to speak of. If there really was, it would be resentment.
The daughter’s feelings cannot be ignored, and the son’s illness cannot wait.
It’s not just Yan Dongsheng who was anxious; the Yan brothers were equally worried in their hearts. However, they were slightly more objective, knowing that there are priorities in handling matters.
The Yan Family unanimously agreed to take good care of Qi Chunlan but had forgotten about another person, and this negligence led to another drama.
While Qi Chunlan lay on the bed, ceaselessly crying and comforting herself, chaos erupted in the Zhang Family.
Zhang Zhiguo sat smoking a water pipe at the doorstep, while the cursing voice of his biological daughter Yan Jinxian echoed non-stop from the backyard.
With comparisons come feelings of gain and loss. Thinking of his younger daughter Zhang Shanni, he heaved a deep sigh and went off to the fields with his only son.
With Lin Zhaodi, that thieving wench, gone, and now with Yan Jinxian in the house and the restless Lin Aimei next door, the Zhang Family simply can’t live peaceful days anymore.
Still vaguely hearing the wailing of that new daughter, Zhang Zhiguo’s steps did not falter for a moment. The following Zhang Dongliang listened and furrowed his brows deeply, but if his father didn’t care, what could he say?
After all, with his wife at home, he wasn’t worried. In his mind, no matter who was at a loss, it wouldn’t be his wife.
"Wuwu, how could I be your daughter, I don’t have such parents! Dad, Mom, come back, I’ll be good and not make trouble anymore! Dad..."
Yan Jinxian couldn’t accept it; she had gone from being a pampered third generation of the Rong to the youngest daughter of a poor peasant family!
The family’s exquisite big bed, the comfortable bedding, and the beautiful clothes... all of these, no longer belonged to her, Yan Jinxian. How can this be!
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse