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Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 329

Chapter 329: Chapter 325: They Say Impulsiveness is the Devil [350+ Votes]

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Obsessive people are prone to accidents.

Therefore, Lin Zhaodi’s tragedy was a grave one indeed.

When it came to Qi Chunlan, the outcome wouldn’t be much better.

Human hearts are made of flesh. Although Qi Chunlan wouldn’t be abandoned and neglected by her close relatives and husband like Lin Zhaodi was, would the Yan men feel less resentment towards her?

Qi Chunlan’s emotional turn, Zhang Shanni could roughly guess the truth with just a thought— ƒreewebɳovel.com

Perhaps, initially, Qi Chunlan truly felt guilty towards her own body.

But when this guilt couldn’t be filled by Zhang Shanni’s response, it gradually deteriorated, turning into resentment in her heart—resenting the original owner for seizing ’health’ before birth, which left her much-favored younger son plagued with illness throughout his life.

It’s simple how time works with humans; once resentment takes root in the heart and sprouts, it grows upon the sight of wind, and the span from resentment to hatred may not even require a ’moment’ to ferment.

Regarding the nurturing maternal image Qi Chunlan initially put forth, once Zhang Shanni refused to acknowledge the Yan Family and remained silent to her pleas, that kindly image shattered like a dream upon touch.

Zhang Shanni knew in her heart that Qi Chunlan might have already driven herself into a dead end internally, without anyone guiding her correctly, fostering feelings of self-pity and abandonment, eventually leading her to madness—wishing for Zhang Shanni’s death.

Perhaps, in the naïve and foolish eyes of Qi Chunlan, with Zhang Shanni’s death, her son might have a chance to be saved.

Such an opportunity was something she always longed for but never obtained. If she were Qi Chunlan, Zhang Shanni felt she would make the same choice.

The human heart is selfish; it is partial.

This is indisputable because, in front of her beloved young son, a newly recognized biological daughter who she’s not spent a single day with is just a stranger.

Yes, a stranger.

To Qi Chunlan, Zhang Shanni was a stranger; even knowing Zhang Shanni was her biological child, without any interaction, how could affection arise?

At least, Zhang Shanni couldn’t achieve that. Even if she has bloodline sensing with the Yan Family, she couldn’t treat them as her own family.

She very rationally gave them a chance, allowing them to adjust and letting her discern whether this family was worth her sacrifice.

Regrettably, the result was disappointing.

However, this disappointment didn’t stop her obligation to save Yan Jinsi.

In Zhang Shanni’s view, by occupying the original owner’s body, she inherited her karma. No matter how Qi Chunlan treated her, she had an ’obligation’ to save her twin brother born with her.

Just consider it for the damn ’Bloodline Sensing’.

Furthermore, the malice Qi Chunlan showed her was a mother’s selfishness.

And what Yan Jinsi always showed her was his adoration and concern; he harbored absolutely no disgust towards her.

Although Yan Jinsi’s illness was severe, his eyes were dark and clear, windows to a soul striving for purity; she couldn’t bear to see such a young genius, her brother, succumb to illness.

The conversation between the siblings was too heavy, so heavy that Yan Jinsi was rendered speechless.

With just a bit of thought, he would realize this definitely had a lot to do with him.

If not for him, why would his mother want to harm a woman who was six or seven months pregnant?

And this woman was his own sister!

It was merely for his illness, his body.

With his little wife’s health improved, Xie Jingchen regained his rationality. He understood that he was completely redirecting his anger. But this misdirected anger, if endured by the Yan Family, wasn’t wrongful at all.

Xie Jingchen had been paying close attention to his little wife’s face. Seeing her hesitant expression, he knew she felt pity for this frail brother-in-law.

Even he, an outsider, had mixed feelings about his little wife’s brother.

Because of Yan Jinsi, the primary cause, his little wife suffered a lot this time back. How could his heart not be troubled?

Yet, for a boy who had been sick all his life, he couldn’t speak harshly.

This child, he too is truly pitiable.

And Qi Chunlan’s actions can only be described as ’impulsiveness is the devil’.

This is also good, the little wife doesn’t need to worry about the Yan Family anymore. She just needs to be his good wife, and he will dote on her, protect her, and make her comfortable for a lifetime.

Xie Jingchen nudged her forehead with his chin, silently comforting her. Under her astonished gaze, he gently hoisted her by the waist and walked steadily to the corner bed.

Yes, right in the nook near the wall, the largest distance between two beds.

Because Xie Jingchen dislikes other men getting too close to his little wife, although Yan Jinsi insisted on staying, Xie Jingchen, considering that he has ’Bloodline Sensing’ with his own little wife, also grimly approved.

But the other three men from the Yan Family, besides visiting when Xie Jingchen is not around to care for their younger son and check on Zhang Shanni, consciously avoid her when Xie Jingchen is present.

Yan Dongsheng knew that once both his children’s conditions stabilized, he then went to the military review office to visit his wife.

Regarding bail, now that this place is under Xie Jingchen’s influence, although he is the Rong District Chief, he cannot disregard the feelings and thoughts of his relatives—

After all, he is also the biological father of Xie Jingchen’s wife, Zhang Shan Ni is his biological daughter, and seeing his daughter ill like this, his heart also became cold; he wanted his wife to reflect properly inside.

Xie Jingchen was holding Zhang Shan Ni steadily, and he sat her down like she was a general on a horse, on the chair beside Yan Jinsi’s sickbed—

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