Chapter 92: She Wants to See Where They’ll Live

Fu Mingxue said, “Mom, it’s fine. Aren’t you all busy preparing for the wedding? That’s a lot of work. My mom and I don’t have as much to do, so we have more free time. We can take care of the two kids.”

Mother Qin saw that she was genuinely willing to look after the children, so she nodded. “Alright, that works.”

She really would be quite busy.

“Aunt Li—”

“Mom, if Aunt Li goes with them, then we’ll be short-handed at home. Besides, didn’t my sister-in-law say she and her mother can take care of the kids? Let her handle it for now.”

“If it really doesn’t work out, I can ask one of my relatives to help—”

Fu Mingxue sneered inwardly—your relatives to take care of the kids? What are you really up to?

“No need. My mom and I can handle it, and the kids are pretty well-behaved.”

Mother Qin nodded. “Alright, let’s do that.”

Lan Qingman: …?

Forget it, no rush.

She was about to start school, and the kids would need someone to look after them anyway. She could send someone over later.

Just then, the two children woke up.

Mother Qin was quite fond of the twins and doted on them.

She immediately walked over. “Sweethearts, Grandma’s here.”

The two kids looked at her.

Their eyes were a bit warm, but their gaze still fell on Fu Mingxue.

Fu Mingxue walked over too and touched their foreheads. “Your fever’s gone. We’ll go home with Mommy in a bit.”

Lan Qingman, standing to the side, flashed a look of disdain.

Heh, she’s calling herself ‘Mom’ already, acting like the kids are her own—

And she’s not even embarrassed, a young unmarried woman.

Mother Qin saw that the kids didn’t reject Fu Mingxue, and she felt relieved.

Kids know what’s going on—she’d never seen them happy to be held by Lan Qingman, their aunt.

Fu Mingxue dressed the kids, washed their faces and hands, and finally fed them the plain porridge she’d brought.

“We’ll go home and make you some formula.”

Last night, after taking care of the kids, the system had rewarded her with fifty yuan and a can of formula.

When Mother Qin heard this, she smiled sincerely.

Her younger daughter-in-law was really thoughtful.

She’d even prepared formula so quickly.

You had to know, formula wasn’t easy to get—it required ration tickets.

Even their family had to go out of their way to get a few.

Lan Qingman: …?

She realized she’d underestimated this country girl—she really knew how to get things done.

Heh!

The doctor came by again to check on the kids.

After confirming they were fine, he agreed to discharge them.

Qin Wenhuo packed up their things.

“Mom, let’s take the kids over to my sister-in-law’s place together. We can see where it is.”

Lan Qingman was just itching to see where exactly Fu Mingxue’s house was.

Heh, was that house really Fu Mingxue and her mother’s? She didn’t believe it.

She was sure the house must belong to the Qin family.

Mother Qin had the same thought. “I’ll carry the older one, Mingxue can carry the other. Let’s take them over first.”

Fu Mingxue had no objections and nodded right away.

“Mom, let me carry Haohao. I’m stronger.”

“Alright.” To Mother Qin, it didn’t matter which one she carried.

The two each picked up a child.

Qin Wenhuo carried their things.

Lan Qingman, not wanting to stand there empty-handed, grabbed Fu Mingxue’s few shabby jars.

That morning, Mother Qin had already arranged for the car to be brought over, anticipating they might be discharged early.

Qin Wenshu was the one driving.

Everyone got in the car.

There weren’t enough seats.

Mother Qin turned directly to Lan Qingman and said, “There’s no room in the car. You’ll have to walk home!”"