Chapter 168: Chapter 168: New Year Gifts from Every Family

Each household received two boxes of Beijing Eight Delicacies made by Xia Lian, plus two boxes of tea. For families with children, she also included White Rabbit candies and chocolates.

When she was selecting the gifts earlier, some merchants had sent several boxes of assorted nuts. She picked out common ones like sunflower seeds and almonds, and packed a portion for each family.

The rest she’d take back to Xujia Village to eat during the New Year.

There were also a few boxes of biscuits. She removed the packaging and wrapped some for each family in kraft paper.

All together, it made for a pretty decent little gift package.

And finally, the most practical gift: all kinds of wild eggs from her space—pheasant eggs, dove eggs, and even dragon eggs were almost overflowing. She gave each family several dozen. The ones raised in her space were even better than wild ones.

For these families, these gifts were enough. She gave a bit extra to Xu Lei’s family, considering their specific circumstances.

These households weren’t lacking in money or food.

Zhang Zheng had now officially become the top leader and was busy every day. When he saw Gu Qinghuan arrive, he specially made time to chat with her for a bit.

“My dear niece, thank you for still thinking of me. When you go back, send my regards to the old master. Tell him to hang in there—a good life is not far off.” Zhang Zheng hinted subtly.

Gu Qinghuan pretended not to understand, though she knew exactly what he meant.

“Uncle Zhang, I understand. Please take care of your health.”

After a brief chat, Gu Qinghuan sensibly excused herself.

Before she left, Zhang Zheng, knowing she was taking Lanting, Zhong Luoning, and the others back to Xujia Village, offered to help them get the introduction letters they’d need for the journey.

Lanting, Zhong Luoning and her daughter, and Ming Ruxue would all need introduction letters to travel to Xujia Village, or they might be mistaken for spies and arrested—there was no internet in those days.

As the head of the Revolutionary Committee, Zhang Zheng could settle it with a word. The neighborhood office quickly issued their introduction letters, with plenty of time so they could return after the New Year.

Actually, Gu Qinghuan could have forged them herself.

She could carve a few fake stamps and stamp them on blank paper using her vending machine.

When Wang Xiaowei’s introduction letter expired earlier, she’d come to ask for help, and Gu Qinghuan had quietly solved it for her this way—no one the wiser.

The stamp she carved was identical to the original on Wang Xiaowei’s letter.

But since Zhang Zheng was so helpful, things were even easier.

Zhang Zheng had also wanted to help them buy train tickets, but when he found out she’d already taken care of it, he dropped the subject.

For Xiao Fengying and Ou Sumei, she not only sent small gifts and wild eggs, but also gave each family a jar of homemade pickled vegetables.

These couldn’t be taken along or stored for too long—they wouldn’t taste good after a while. She could have kept them in her space, but if her family asked, it would be hard to explain. So she gave them away as a gesture.

It just so happened that both Xiao Fengying and Ou Sumei loved her homemade pickles and kimchi, and they took them home like treasures.

Both families also returned the favor. Xiao Fengying gave her several bolts of wool fabric for making coats—in black, white, and brown, all versatile colors that looked expensive, probably imported.

She also bought lots of imported snacks and candies for the children.

Ou Sumei was even more generous—she had a telephone and a color TV installed for their family, which cost a fortune.

She was thoughtful, giving exactly what they needed.

Ou Sumei’s generosity was also out of gratitude to Gu Qinghuan.

Fang Zhengping’s illness had been brought under control thanks to Gu Qinghuan’s special treatment.

So no matter how much money it cost, she didn’t mind.

Gu Qinghuan tried to decline, but couldn’t, so she accepted graciously.

The Fang family owed her a favor, which probably made them uncomfortable. Better to let them repay it, so everyone could continue to get along.

Sometimes, accepting gifts is an art.

As for Qu Hanwen, when she brought gifts to his place, he simply told her to deliver them to the Xiao family as well.

Strictly speaking, since Xu Huai’an wasn’t around, she should have paid a visit to his old commander, Tang Zhenye, but the problem was she couldn’t find him.

She asked Fang Zhihai and learned that Tang had only come to Beijing for a meeting and had already returned to his post.

She wanted to send him something to express her gratitude—after all, he’d given Xu Huai’an a chance to start over.

But Fang Zhihai said it wasn’t necessary; there might be some difficulties she didn’t know about, so she didn’t press the issue.

Fang Zhihai seemed to know a bit about Xu Huai’an’s situation, too. He told her not to worry—no news was the best news, and she could go home with peace of mind.

That was all she could do.

After finishing these errands, she stopped by the post office to send some New Year’s supplies to her uncle and aunt far away in the northwest.

Rice, flour, White Rabbit candies, biscuits, assorted nuts, red dates, fish maw, dried squid, dried yellow croaker, chili sauce, beef jerky, preserved fruit, and so on.

Also, warm underwear, cotton-padded jackets and pants, socks, cotton shoes, scarves, gloves, face cream, etc.

Basically, she packed whatever came to mind.

Supplies were scarce where they lived, and some things couldn’t be bought even with money, so Gu Qinghuan sent extra, not caring about the high postage.

She sent it as an express package—they should get it before the New Year.

Everything was pretty much settled, except for Grandma Gu’s side, and her two friends, Wang Xiaowei and He Qiang.

Grandma Gu was living as a nun in a temple on the outskirts of Beijing, so Gu Qinghuan asked Lanting to deliver a pile of things to her.

Twenty jin of rice, twenty jin of flour, some vegetables from the fridge, some homemade pickles. She wasn’t sure if the temple allowed meat, so she didn’t send any—just some candies, biscuits, nuts, and red dates.

She also had Lanting bring Grandma Gu some of Lanting’s old bedding. Last time she visited, she’d noticed the old lady’s bedding was worn and thin, probably not very warm.

As for herself, she first stopped by Wang Xiaowei’s employer’s house with gifts.

She and Wang Xiaowei had a bit of a bond. Gu Qinghuan knew it wasn’t easy for her to feed two children, so she gave her plenty of good things—she had plenty in her space villa anyway.

Two cans of milk powder with the labels removed, assorted nuts, biscuits, two boxes of Beijing Eight Delicacies, a jar of homemade lard, and two fish from her pond—a crucian carp and a perch.

When she arrived, Wang Xiaowei opened the door.

“Huanhuan-jie, what brings you here?” Wang Xiaowei was surprised to see her.

Gu Qinghuan noticed she looked thinner than before, much slimmer than when they first met, but didn’t ask too much, not wanting to cause trouble.

“You need to eat more. It’s not easy to feed two kids by yourself.”

Wang Xiaowei smiled. “Breastfeeding burns calories, so I’m bound to lose weight. I actually want to lose a bit more—looks better.”

Gu Qinghuan remembered how, on the train to Beijing, Wang Xiaowei still spoke with a strong rural accent, but now she’d lost it completely.

Life forces everyone to grow up. Some hardships aren’t necessarily a bad thing.

She did look prettier now that her baby fat was gone.

“As long as you’re happy. I came to say goodbye—I’m heading back to my hometown in the northeast soon. These are for you.”

As they were talking at the gate, a middle-aged woman holding a baby looked out from the doorway. “Xiaowei, who is it?”

“Ma’am, it’s a friend of mine visiting,” Wang Xiaowei replied softly.

Not wanting to cause her trouble, Gu Qinghuan quickly shoved the gifts into her hands. “You’d better go in. I’ll be off.”

Wang Xiaowei smiled apologetically.

Gu Qinghuan patted her shoulder. “Take care. If you need anything, let me know.”

Working for others wasn’t easy, especially in this kind of job—living under someone else’s roof, always having to be careful.

Gu Qinghuan understood how hard it was. For a woman with a child to carve out a place in the world was truly difficult.

After Gu Qinghuan left, Wang Xiaowei, eyes red, gathered up the gifts and prepared to go inside.

The middle-aged woman eyed the things in her hands. “What are you carrying? Let me check. Don’t eat anything bad and make our baby sick from your milk.”

Wang Xiaowei was reluctant—wasn’t this treating her like a thief?

But she didn’t dare resist. In her situation, finding a job that provided food and lodging was hard enough; she could save a lot of money this way.

She just didn’t have the confidence to stand up for herself yet.

If she did, she’d probably have to take her child back to her hometown, where things might be even worse.

The gossip of the villagers, the shame for her parents and family, endless farm work that paid nothing.

All in all, after weighing the pros and cons, she could only endure.

Actually, this family wasn’t too bad to her—they wouldn’t skimp on her food for the baby’s sake. But moments like this revealed their deep-seated sense of superiority.

Gu Qinghuan was wealthy too, but she never lorded it over others or tried to control them.

People are different, after all.

Wang Xiaowei put the bag on the table and took things out one by one. At first, she felt humiliated, but as she unpacked, tears started streaming down her face.

This time, it was from being moved.

During her time in Beijing, Gu Qinghuan, a stranger she’d met by chance, had been like a savior sent by the heavens.

She’d helped her again and again, and now had prepared so many gifts—Wang Xiaowei felt she owed her far too much.

The middle-aged woman was also stunned by the items Wang Xiaowei took out—not because they were so expensive, but because it was odd that someone like Wang Xiaowei had someone treat her so well.

These things weren’t luxurious, but not cheap either. Just the two cans of milk powder must have cost thirty yuan.

And all those nuts and biscuits—hard-to-find items at the department store.

The two fish were still moving, very fresh.

Altogether, the gifts were probably worth two months of Wang Xiaowei’s wages.

Who would give her such expensive gifts?

So she asked, “Xiaowei, who gave you these?”

Wang Xiaowei wiped her tears. “Ma’am, can I take these inside?”

Even a clay figurine has some temper. Wang Xiaowei was really upset today.

The woman curled her lip disdainfully. “Who wants your stuff anyway! Let me tell you, everything in moderation—don’t eat too much and ruin the quality of your milk.”

Wang Xiaowei had planned to cook the two fish for the family dinner, but after hearing that, she kept them for herself.

She could pickle them—they’d keep for a long time. No need to let them have the benefit.

Since they looked down on her anyway, right?

The two parted on bad terms.

One endured for the sake of supporting herself and her child; the other for her grandson’s milk. Both swallowed their pride.

—

Gu Qinghuan was preparing to visit He Qiang’s house, and Zhong Luoning wanted to go with her.

She took out her last bit of savings—fifty-five yuan—to give to the He family as a token of gratitude.

Last time He Qiang had visited, she was still ill. This time, she had to go thank them in person.

They each took a tricycle, bringing twenty jin of rice, ten jin of flour, two jin of fruit candy, one jin of White Rabbit, two jin of biscuits, a jar of homemade spicy kimchi, and two mandarin fish.

That was about all the New Year gifts they needed.

She’d already given them some grain when they’d had hotpot together before."

"Chapter 169: The Situation at He Qiang’s Home

As soon as Gu Qinghuan got on the tricycle, she told the driver she wanted to go to the old district’s communal courtyard.

The tricycle driver immediately perked up.

“Which family are you looking for in the courtyard? I live in that area too. Most of us tricycle drivers live there. Maybe I know the person you’re looking for!” He was quite enthusiastic.

“I’m looking for He Qiang. Do you know where his family lives?” She only had a rough address and planned to ask around when she got there. After all, in these old courtyards, everyone knew each other—a quick question would get her the answer.

She hadn’t held out much hope, but to her surprise, the driver really did know He Qiang. “Are you talking about He Qiang, the tricycle driver?”

“That’s right! That’s exactly who I’m looking for.” She hadn’t expected him to be so well-known.

“Then you’ve found the right person. We’re from the same courtyard—I see him all the time. That guy is a real workhorse, never takes a day off all year round. He hurt his hand a while back, but it wasn’t long before he was back at work. But if you go now, you’ll probably only find his younger siblings at home.” The driver seemed to know a lot about He Qiang’s family.

Gu Qinghuan did a quick calculation—his injury should have healed by now.

There was no turning back now. As long as someone was home, it was fine. She was just there to deliver some New Year’s gifts.

“Alright, please take us there,” she said. Then she called out to Zhong Luoning’s driver, “Sir, please follow us.”

“Sure thing!”

“What business do you have with He Qiang?” the driver asked curiously. After all, Gu Qinghuan lived in a nice Western-style house, and it was hard to imagine what connection she’d have with a young man from the old district’s communal courtyard.

“Well, the New Year’s almost here, so I’m bringing his family some gifts.”

The driver had already noticed the pile of presents on the tricycle. They all looked like good stuff, and his eyes were full of envy. He wondered what kind of luck He Qiang had run into to suddenly meet such a benefactor.

Soon, the tricycle wove through the old district and arrived at a communal courtyard—a place where people at the bottom of society struggled to get by.

The driver skillfully maneuvered through the alleys, making Gu Qinghuan’s heart race, but they finally arrived.

“We’re here. Go in through this door, and He Qiang’s house is the third one on the left.”

The driver helped unload the gifts. Gu Qinghuan paid the fare, and the two drivers went off to look for other passengers.

Gu Qinghuan and Zhong Luoning picked up the gifts and walked into the courtyard.

Several children were playing with snowballs in the yard. When they saw the two well-dressed women come in, they froze.

They whispered among themselves, and a little girl, not paying attention, bumped right into Gu Qinghuan.

The girl was startled and almost burst into tears.

“S-s-sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Gu Qinghuan put down her things, took a handful of fruit candies from her pocket, and handed them over.

“It’s alright. Little one, do you know where He Qiang’s family lives?”

The girl saw she was really being given candy, wiped her tears, and carefully took it. “You’re looking for Brother He Qiang? He’s out right now, but Sister He Lin and the others are home. I’ll show you the way!”

The little girl broke into a smile, happily put the candy in her pocket, and ran ahead to lead them.

The other kids looked on enviously.

It was a whole handful of fruit candies, after all.

Gu Qinghuan and Zhong Luoning quickly followed. The little girl shouted from afar, “Sister He Lin, you have visitors!”

A teenage girl came out of a doorway and said gently, “Xiao Yingzi? What’s up?”

“Sister He Lin, I brought your guests!” the little girl said, then ran off.

Only Gu Qinghuan and He Lin were left, staring at each other.

“And you are…?” He Lin had never imagined someone like this would visit their home. The phrase “bringing honor to a humble house” suddenly felt very real.

It was just a shabby little courtyard, but with these two guests, it seemed transformed. Even the annoying snow on the ground looked picturesque.

“I’m Gu Qinghuan, and this is my cousin Zhong Luoning. We’re both friends of your brother,” Gu Qinghuan introduced herself.

He Lin immediately understood. She’d heard this name from her brother more than once. This was their family’s benefactor—the reason their finances had improved recently.

“So it’s you! Please, come in!” He Lin quickly stepped aside to let them in.

“My brother went out early to work and isn’t home right now. Is there something I can help you with?” He Lin asked gently.

Just then, a little boy with an awkward, limping gait came out from the inner room. “Sis, who is it?”

“Xiao Han, we have guests. Go pour two cups of water from the kettle, and don’t forget to add some brown sugar from my cabinet,” He Lin said as she made room for the guests to sit.

Xiao Han glanced at Gu Qinghuan and Zhong Luoning, then obediently went to do as he was told.

“Don’t trouble yourselves. We’ll just say a few words and be on our way,” Gu Qinghuan said quickly.

“No, no, please sit, both of you. It’s rare for us to have guests. My brother’s told us about you—you’re our family’s great benefactors. Sorry our home is so cramped and we can’t treat you better,” He Lin said apologetically.

The house really was tiny. The small living room had a bed, a table, stools, and a cabinet—all crammed into the little space, making it hard to move around.

But at least it was clean.

Gu Qinghuan and Zhong Luoning exchanged a glance and sat down.

Gu Qinghuan noticed that Xiao Han’s condition looked like polio, so when he left the room, she quietly asked, “What happened to his leg?”

He Lin had learned to answer such questions calmly. She said with a hint of regret, “He had a fever when he was little. After the fever broke, he was left like this.”

Gu Qinghuan understood. It must be polio, also known as infantile paralysis.

Polio mostly affected children, causing flaccid paralysis. Before the 1960s, the sugar cube vaccine hadn’t been developed yet, so many children got this disease. People tended to blame fate or the gods, not taking the illness seriously, and missed the chance for treatment.

Zhong Luoning hurried to help Xiao Han, worried he might burn himself.

“Where are your parents? Are they at work?” Gu Qinghuan asked curiously.

He Lin glanced at her, saw she genuinely didn’t know, and lowered her voice. “We don’t have parents anymore. During the famine, there was nothing to eat. Our parents starved themselves to death so the four of us could survive. After that, our eldest brother took care of us. Xiao Han’s illness also started that year. The family was too poor to afford treatment.”

Gu Qinghuan suddenly felt her face burn with embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

She really hadn’t expected He Qiang’s family to be in such a situation.

No wonder he was so driven, working himself to the bone for money.

He was just barely an adult himself, yet he’d become the head of the family, taking care of his three younger siblings.

When he injured his hand saving Youran, did that mean the whole family lost their livelihood?

At the time, she’d just given a token amount as compensation, without considering their real situation.

Gu Qinghuan felt a pang of regret, blaming herself for being careless.

“I’m sorry, I…” I didn’t know your family was in such a situation. If I had known…

But what could she have done, really? Maybe just given them more money and food.

She had enough of her own troubles—how could she help others?

“It’s alright, big sister. We’re used to it. Our big brother is earning more and more, my second brother and I are doing well in school, and although Xiao Han’s leg isn’t good, it doesn’t affect his daily life. We’ll be fine,” He Lin comforted her.

There was a light in her eyes, as if she was full of hope for life.

Gu Qinghuan felt relieved. Yes, so few people are born with a silver spoon. Most people just grit their teeth and get through it. As long as you can find joy in life, hardship can’t defeat you.

She hadn’t expected He Qiang to be such a responsible big brother—despite the difficulties, he still supported his siblings’ education.

People who are strong-willed will do well wherever they go.

“You have another brother? What grades are you all in?”

As they spoke, Xiao Han and Zhong Luoning came in with two bowls of water.

“Sorry, big sister, we don’t have cups at home…” Xiao Han said, embarrassed.

Gu Qinghuan took the bowl and took a sip. “It’s sweet! Thank you. How old are you?”

Xiao Han gave a shy smile. “I’m ten.”

He looked small for his age—probably due to polio and malnutrition.

After drinking, Gu Qinghuan put the gifts she’d brought on the table. “He Lin, we’re heading back to the Northeast for the New Year soon. These are gifts for your family—please let your brother know.”

Gu Qinghuan couldn’t help but feel she hadn’t brought enough. If she’d known, she would have brought more."

"Chapter 170: Gifts, Five Hundred Yuan

He Lin couldn’t believe it—so many gifts were actually for their family. She hurriedly waved her hands, “Sister…sister, we can’t accept these. Last time, you already gave my big brother so much money and so many things.”

Before she could finish, Zhong Luoning smoothly pulled out the fifty-five yuan she had prepared and stuffed it into He Lin’s pocket.

“This is just a small token from me. Last time, your brother saved my daughter, and I haven’t properly thanked him yet.”

Both of them tried to persuade He Lin to accept it, making her so anxious she was spinning in circles.

“We really can’t…we can’t accept it…” Little Han chimed in from the side.

Just as the scene was getting chaotic, a somewhat hoarse teenage boy’s voice called out, “What are you all doing?”

He Jie had returned, wearing a tattered black cotton coat covered in patches, a large burlap sack slung over his shoulder.

Ever since the school holiday started, he’d been going out to scavenge whenever he had free time, to help support the family.

He was almost fifteen now, and by rights he could have started helping out by pedaling a rickshaw, but his big brother absolutely refused, saying he was still growing and heavy labor would ruin his health.

Besides, he wasn’t yet an adult, and the rickshaw company wouldn’t rent to him anyway. So he could only sneak out to scavenge and earn a little here and there. Today he was lucky and picked up a big chunk of scrap iron—he figured he could get some money for it, so he came home early.

As soon as he entered the yard, the younger kids ran up to tell him there were guests at home, and that’s when he saw this scene.

He Lin, afraid he’d misunderstood, quickly explained, “Second Brother, these two are the benefactors Big Brother mentioned before. They came especially to visit us and brought all these gifts. We really can’t accept them—Big Brother will be upset if we do. Sisters, please take them back.”

Realizing his mistake, He Jie gave an embarrassed smile and quietly tossed his scavenged sack into a corner by the door.

“My sister’s right. Thank you for thinking of us, but you don’t need to bring gifts. Please take them back.”

This whole family was truly good people. He Qiang, the eldest brother, really took great care of his younger siblings and raised them well.

Their home was small but tidy, their patched clothes always clean. Life was hard, but they never forgot to study. Though they lived in a humble house, their hearts were full of hope. With a family like this, their future was bound to be bright.

Gu Qinghuan was moved by the sincerity in the children’s eyes. Her own eyes grew moist, and after exchanging a look with Zhong Luoning, the two decided that no matter what, they had to give them these gifts.

“Once I give something away, I never take it back. If you really don’t want it, just throw it out,” Gu Qinghuan said, pretending to be angry.

This startled the kids, who shrank back like quails who’d done something wrong, not knowing how to react.

After all, in their whole lives, they’d never met someone so insistent on giving them things.

Little Han, being young, spoke up, “Sister, please don’t be mad…”

Zhong Luoning patted his head. “I’m not angry. I just hope you’ll accept these things. The New Year is coming—let your big brother make you some new clothes and buy you some good food.”

Thinking of new clothes and delicious food, He Han’s heart filled with longing.

Gu Qinghuan sighed inwardly. “These things are yours to do with as you please—keep them or throw them away. We’ll be going now.”

If she didn’t leave now, she really wouldn’t be able to hold it together.

As she and Zhong Luoning walked out the door, He Lin chased after them, calling, “Thank you, sisters!”

He Jie hurried after them too.

“These are just some little things I made myself, not worth much, but for the kids in your family to play with. Please don’t mind.” The boy said shyly. He didn’t know if they’d like his handmade toys, but it was the best he could offer.

After Big Brother came back from eating at the big house, he’d mentioned that Sister Gu had three kids at home.

He Jie handed over the box all at once. Gu Qinghuan quickly took it and looked inside—there were quite a few things: bamboo dragonflies, wooden spinning tops, some hand-carved birds and animals, and even a wooden rabbit lantern. All of them were rare toys for children in this era.

Gu Qinghuan noticed the calluses and scars on his hands. She guessed he’d made these to sell for some extra money during the New Year.

It really wasn’t easy.

A wave of warmth surged in Gu Qinghuan’s heart. People are always moved by true sincerity.

“Thank you. I’ll accept these, then. I’m sure the little ones at home will love them.” Gu Qinghuan nodded approvingly.

“These are really well made! You’re amazing,” Zhong Luoning praised, picking up the rabbit lantern.

Their praise made He Jie a little embarrassed. He scratched his head and said, “If you make enough of them, you get good at it. My big brother used to support us by making these things, until he found work pulling rickshaws. Now I sometimes make some to sell for a bit of money to help out at home.”

“You’re all good kids. You’ll have a bright future.”

Gu Qinghuan and Zhong Luoning brought the toys home, where the children were delighted—everyone found something they liked and danced around with joy.

Lanting had already gone to visit Grandma Gu, who was living in a temple, waking and sleeping to the sound of bells, and doing well.

Ming Ruxue had also picked up the sleeper train tickets for the trip to the northeast tomorrow morning—four tickets in all.

Since the three kids were still small and couldn’t sleep alone, Gu Qinghuan would share a berth with Beibei, Gu Lanting with Dabao, Zhong Luoning with Youran, and Ming Ruxue would have a berth to herself.

Ming Ruxue seemed carefree but was actually very attentive and reliable. She’d already arranged the seats so the whole family would have a compartment to themselves, making it easier to look after each other.

They’d gotten the introduction letter, said all their goodbyes, and delivered all the New Year’s gifts.

All that was left was to tidy up the house and luggage and get ready to leave the next day.

All the fresh vegetables in the fridge had been given away except for what they’d need for dinner. Gu Qinghuan and Zhong Luoning were cooking, while Gu Lanting and Ming Ruxue played in the yard with the three kids.

Suddenly, He Qiang arrived, pedaling his tricycle.

“Sis, why did you bring so many gifts to my house? When are you heading back?” In the dead of winter, He Qiang was sweating from pedaling. He wiped his brow and spoke anxiously.

“What’s the rush? It’s not that much. Buy something nice for yourself and the kids for New Year’s. We’re leaving tomorrow morning.”

He Qiang caught his breath and pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket. “You left your money in there and forgot to take it. I brought it back for you.”

This was the five hundred yuan Gu Qinghuan had secretly tucked away as a bit of help for them. It was all she could do—she just couldn’t bear to see suffering in the world.

She’d been afraid they wouldn’t accept it if she gave it to them directly, but they still managed to return it.

“He Qiang, this money is for you and your family. Please accept it.

I didn’t know about your situation before. It’s not easy raising so many kids on your own.

Just take it as my thanks for saving Youran,” Gu Qinghuan urged.

He Qiang quickly waved his hands, “Sis, I can’t. You already gave us so much last time. It’s enough.”

“He Qiang, if you really see me as your sister, listen to me—don’t refuse. It’s hard enough raising so many kids on your own. I have the means to help, so let me.

You need to find a way to treat Xiao Han’s leg. Even if it can’t be cured, at least don’t let it affect his independence in the future—he’ll have a tough road ahead.

And He Jie and He Lin—I saw all their awards on the wall. They’re doing great in school. Make sure they keep studying. You’ll be rewarded for it.

The New Year’s coming—buy the kids some warm new clothes, and after the holiday, get a bigger place. He Lin’s a teenage girl now; it’s not right for her to keep sharing with you all.

You have so many expenses—don’t be polite with me,” Gu Qinghuan said sincerely.

Her words also tore away He Qiang’s last bit of pride. He squatted down, hugging his head and sobbing quietly.

Men don’t cry easily—unless they’re truly heartbroken.

He was proud, always believing he could take care of his siblings, and he worked hard at it. But the truth was, no matter how hard he tried, he could only keep them fed.

Aside from the luxury of letting them study, he could give his siblings very little.

He was just so tired, so tired, all these years.

Gu Qinghuan looked at him, feeling a pang of guilt for being too blunt and hurting his pride.

But if she hadn’t pushed him like this, He Qiang would never have accepted the money.

Gu Qinghuan gave Gu Lanting a look.

Gu Lanting immediately understood and came over to comfort him, “Brother He Qiang, don’t cry! You’re amazing—you’ll definitely make something of yourself. This is all temporary. My sister is giving you this, so just take it. When you’re able, you can pay it back.

A gentleman’s gratitude isn’t too late, even after ten years. Are you worried you won’t be able to repay her?”

Maybe men understand each other better—these words shifted He Qiang’s attention and made him feel a lot better.

As long as he worked hard, he thought, one day he’d make something of himself.

Dabao also came over and said, “Uncle He Qiang, I believe you can do it. My mom says that when you work hard and keep moving forward, the whole world will make way for you.”

He Qiang nodded, “Thank you, Dabao. Uncle will remember your words.”

He wiped away his tears and stood up awkwardly. “Sister Qinghuan, thank you for your help. I’ll listen to you.

I won’t make any big promises now, but I, He Qiang, will always owe you this favor. If you ever need anything, I’ll do whatever it takes for you.”

He Qiang wasn’t very educated and couldn’t say anything fancy, but that was how he truly felt.

Gu Qinghuan nodded, “That’s more like it. I don’t need you to risk your life for me—just live well, that’s enough. There’s still a dish in the pot—come have a bite with us!”

He Qiang couldn’t refuse, and only left after dinner.

Before leaving, he arranged with Gu Qinghuan to come by at eight the next morning with a few brothers to take them to the train station.

He Qiang had originally wanted to return Zhong Luoning’s money too—the fifty-five yuan. It wasn’t just fifty, which meant it was probably all the money she had. He knew her situation: divorced, raising a child alone, with nothing to her name. He couldn’t bear to take her money.

But Zhong Luoning scolded him, “So you can take Gu Qinghuan’s money, but not mine?”

In the end, He Qiang could only accept both.

After He Qiang left, Zhong Luoning pulled Gu Qinghuan aside.

“Huanhuan, you don’t blame me for putting on airs, do you? I’m living off you, and yet I still gave He Qiang money.” She was a little embarrassed.

Honestly, if Gu Qinghuan didn’t have money and they were struggling, Zhong Luoning wouldn’t have given away all she had.

After spending time together, she’d vaguely realized that Gu Qinghuan had her own ways of making money, and she was always generous with her spending. The family was never short, so Zhong Luoning dared to do this.

Gu Qinghuan shook her head, “What are you talking about? Don’t I know you? We’re family—there’s no such thing as who’s supporting whom.

We share blessings and hardships together.

Besides, I bought a piano worth over a thousand yuan—what’s a little more?”"

"Chapter 171: Preparations Before Departure—You Ran Speaks

This was the truth. To make her happy, they bought a 1,500-yuan piano without a second thought, so what’s fifty yuan? That’s nothing—barely a drop in the bucket.

They’d spent more than that just on things sent to her uncle’s family.

Still, even though she didn’t care about the money, the fact that Zhong Luoning was willing to clarify things herself made her feel quite pleased. At least she wasn’t being taken advantage of or raising an ingrate.

Zhong Luoning smiled. “Thank you, Huanhuan. Sorry to trouble you with taking care of us a bit longer!

I’m much better now. After the New Year, when we come back, I plan to find a job to support myself and Youran. Things will get better.”

“It’s wonderful that you’re thinking this way.” Gu Qinghuan saw that her expression was much livelier and she seemed less withdrawn than before, which put her at ease.

Looks like the medicine these days hasn’t been for nothing.

Aside from their own daily necessities and clothes, there really wasn’t much else they needed to bring—anything else, the answer was: “We have it back home in the Northeast.”

In fact, everything was stored in Gu Qinghuan’s space; whatever they needed, it was there.

The only things they really needed to bring from home were the pickled kimchi and dried radish Gu Qinghuan had made earlier.

Those couldn’t be faked—no way to stash them in her space and then pull them out at Xujiatun. And they couldn’t just leave them behind either; who knew what the situation would be like at home? They couldn’t risk having nothing to eat.

Luckily, Gu Lanting was traveling with them—a strong pair of hands—so Gu Qinghuan decided to bring as much as they could carry.

She’d already given away the pickled radish soaked in water to a few other families.

Just bringing the kimchi and dried radish wasn’t too heavy.

The three rabbits at home were another headache. They weren’t easy to take along, but she couldn’t let them starve, and putting them in her space was out of the question.

Gu Qinghuan had originally planned to leave the rabbits at Xiao Fengying’s house for a while, and let Zhong Luoning and Lanting decide what to do with them when they came back after the New Year.

She herself probably wouldn’t be able to return anytime soon—she was still officially a “sent-down youth,” and she’d already been away from her post for a long time. After the New Year, it wouldn’t be appropriate to come back to the capital.

But the three kids were all heartbroken about the rabbits, especially Beibei, who cried as if the sky was falling.

“Mama, I don’t want to leave Baibai. Next year, can we come back to Beijing to see it? Will it forget me?”

The more Beibei spoke, the sadder she got, until she burst into loud sobs. She probably realized they might never come back to Beijing, and would never see the little rabbit again.

Dabao’s eyes turned red too. He knew he shouldn’t be willful—Mama already had a hard enough time taking care of them.

But the rabbit was a gift from Mama, he’d named it himself and cared for it all this time. It was hard not to feel sad at the thought of never seeing it again.

Still, he forced himself to comfort Beibei: “Beibei, be good. Remember last time we took the train? It was so crowded, and Mama had to carry all the luggage and look after us both. It was really hard for her. You can’t make things harder for Mama, or I won’t like you anymore.”

Beibei ignored everything except the last part: “Or I won’t like you anymore.”

Losing Baibai and now her brother wouldn’t like her either—Beibei cried even harder.

Youran was so startled by her crying that she hid in Zhong Luoning’s arms and started crying too.

The whole scene was chaos.

Gu Qinghuan had a headache, but she also felt a pang of sympathy. She’d forgotten that what seemed trivial to adults could be earth-shattering to children.

Just like when she was little—forgetting her textbook, not having anyone to pick her up on a rainy day, or losing her homework—any small thing could feel like the end of the world.

A child’s world is fragile and needs to be protected by adults.

Since she’d already given them the rabbits, she decided to see it through to the end.

In the end, Gu Qinghuan made the decision: the three rabbits would go with them on the train to Xujiatun.

Fortunately, they weren’t very big yet, so they could squeeze into one cage. It was winter, so there was no worry about them overheating.

Beibei immediately stopped crying and beamed, “Mama, you’re the best in the world! I love you the most, the very, very most!” She even planted a kiss on Gu Qinghuan’s cheek.

These sweet words were clearly taught by Ming Ruxue, but Gu Qinghuan still enjoyed them.

Dabao was all smiles too, and kissed Gu Qinghuan on the other cheek.

“I love Mama the most, too! Thank you, Mama. I’ll carry the rabbits myself so you don’t have to worry.”

Youran watched them, then suddenly pulled Zhong Luoning down and gave her a kiss too. Clumsily, she said, “Love Mama… the most.”

All the adults were stunned.

Lanting pointed at her, stammering, “Sis, did I just… hear that right? Youran said a whole sentence!”

Gu Qinghuan’s eyes widened in surprise.

“I heard it too. I think… I think that was right?”

Zhong Luoning burst into tears of joy, her eyes brimming with happiness.

She’d cried many times lately, but always from sadness—this was the first time she cried from happiness.

Her child could speak now. It was only a short sentence, but to her, it was a huge breakthrough.

She’d been under immense pressure these past few years, from her family and from herself. She blamed herself, feeling guilty, always thinking she hadn’t done enough and had harmed her child.

She’d even prayed to the gods, wishing to trade her own life for her child’s health and happiness.

Now, finally, her prayers had been answered—Youran could speak.

She hugged her daughter tightly. “Youran, Mama loves you the very, very most too.”

Youran’s lips curled into a smile.

Lanting teased her on purpose. “Little Youran, can you call me Uncle? I’ll give you a White Rabbit candy.” (Though technically a cousin, he was just like a real uncle.)

Youran really did open her mouth: “Jiujiu.” It didn’t sound quite right, but everyone was as happy as if it were New Year’s.

“Youran, I’m Dabao-gege!”

“Youran-jiejie, say Beibei’s name!”

…

Even though her pronunciation wasn’t perfect, no one corrected her. Instead, they showered her with praise and encouragement. The fact that she was willing to speak at all was already wonderful.

As long as she was willing to talk, things would only get better from here.

The family packed up everything, sorting it into four big bags and two hand-carried ones.

On the train, each person would carry one bag; Lanting would handle the two hand-carried ones, and the three women would each hold a child’s hand.

When packing, Gu Qinghuan put whatever she could into her space—no need to carry extra weight. She’d be the one to unpack and organize everything back home anyway.

But anything that needed to be visible, she didn’t dare put in the space.

By the time they finished, it was already late at night. Gu Qinghuan only slept a few hours before waking up again. It was still dark—just six in the morning—so she got up to make breakfast and prepare some food for the journey.

She was just the worrying type—couldn’t sleep if there was something on her mind.

Zhong Luoning was a light sleeper and got up early to help. Even though everyone treated her like a patient, she didn’t want to just accept her siblings’ care and act like a victim.

The cornmeal dough had been proofed the night before. Zhong Luoning punched it down and put it in the steamer.

That big pot of corn buns was their travel rations.

Gu Qinghuan made egg pancakes, cooked a big pot of coarse grain porridge, and set out some dried radish for breakfast.

After breakfast, Gu Qinghuan wrapped the cooled buns in clean oiled paper and packed them separately for easy access on the train.

She also prepared two jars of her homemade mushroom meat sauce and dried radish to go with the buns, plus some pastries in the bag.

The adults could always buy something to eat on the way, but the kids had sensitive stomachs, and she worried they’d get sick from unclean food.

They also brought two big enamel mugs and several small cups for water on the road—the big mugs could double as lunchboxes.

Once everything was ready, He Qiang came with his three brothers to help.

They loaded the luggage onto the carts, checked to make sure nothing was left behind, and locked up the two little Western-style houses before heading out.

He Qiang and his brothers pedaled them to the train station in their tricycles. Gu Qinghuan tried to pay them, but He Qiang refused—he’d already paid his brothers for their help, and of course he wouldn’t take her money.

So Gu Qinghuan let it go.

He Qiang personally escorted them into the station and even gave them a bag of boiled eggs for the trip.

Only after seeing them board the train did He Qiang leave.

Since they had a whole carriage to themselves, they piled all the luggage in a corner, freeing up space for the kids to play.

It was Youran’s first time on a train, and she curiously pressed her face to the window.

Zhong Luoning patiently explained to her: this was a train, it ran on tracks, and it would take them to the Northeast.

She’d barely slept the night before, just like Gu Qinghuan—too excited. For a mother, even a small step forward for a child with autism was a huge deal.

Dabao and Beibei had already been on a train before, so it wasn’t new to them. They hovered around the rabbit cage, afraid something might happen to their pets.

The three rabbits were a bit cramped in one cage, but at least the kids’ wishes were fulfilled.

Seeing how happy the children were, Gu Qinghuan felt as if she’d made up for her own childhood, and her heart was full of sweetness.

Lanting pulled out a book to read.

Ming Ruxue, meanwhile, was full of curiosity about Xujiatun and peppered Gu Qinghuan with questions. When she heard there were wild animals in the mountains, she was thrilled.

With the whole carriage to themselves, they could chat and laugh freely, enjoying themselves without worrying about disturbing anyone. The journey was exceptionally pleasant."

"Chapter 172: Xu Huai’an in Danger, Fighting Alone

Xu Huai’an had thought this mission would take at most a week to complete, but he had underestimated the enemy’s strength—and overestimated his own team’s abilities.

A lot of problems cropped up during the actual operation.

First of all, they were a hastily assembled team that still needed time to gel, unlike his previous squad, where everyone recognized his leadership without question.

Each member of this team was an elite among elites, and as such, they all had a certain arrogance, believing themselves to be strong and fiercely independent.

Although Xu Huai’an had managed to win over the six other members through sheer strength, issues still cropped up when it came to following orders.

Previously, the other five had worked with a team member named Zhu Hao for a long time, so they instinctively followed Zhu Hao’s lead, not his.

There was also some resentment because Xu Huai’an had been specially appointed as leader due to his status as a retired soldier. Some felt he was all brawn and no brains, and didn’t deserve the role.

In short, problems kept arising along the way. Worse, when something went wrong, no one reflected on themselves—instead, they made excuses. Xu Huai’an found leading them exhausting.

In the past, he would have just settled things with a fight and forced them to submit, but this was the mountains, where danger lurked everywhere. He couldn’t risk everyone’s lives, so he had to grit his teeth and endure.

The special ops team had been moving through the mountains for days. Apart from running into a few low-level thugs and nearly being discovered, they still hadn’t found the enemy’s main base, let alone provided any useful intel to their superiors.

The root of the problem was a lack of unity. A makeshift team could never match the tacit understanding of comrades who’d fought together for years.

Xu Huai’an started referring to everyone by numbers, from One to Seven.

Led by Xu Huai’an, the seven-person squad trekked through the forest for over ten days. Their rations were running out, and everyone was starting to panic.

Then, something even worse happened: it seemed the enemy had discovered their presence.

After refilling their water bottles that morning, everyone began to experience nausea, dizziness, and headaches.

Xu Huai’an quickly deduced that the enemy must have noticed their tracks and poisoned the only nearby water source, which explained their symptoms.

Although the reaction wasn’t severe enough to incapacitate them, it left them too weak to continue, so they stopped to rest in a sheltered spot.

When your body fails, your mind quickly follows.

Number Three didn’t even realize when he dropped his water bottle.

Not long after, an enemy patrol followed the trail of the bottle and discovered their location, sending up a signal and quietly closing in.

This meant a large enemy force would soon arrive as reinforcements.

But the team was still recovering, their heads spinning and unable to fight at full strength. Worse, they had no idea how many enemies there were or what the situation was.

Xu Huai’an knew things were bad and immediately led everyone in a hasty retreat.

The situation was critical—there was no time to think. It was a challenge, but also a rare opportunity. He made a snap decision.

Once they reached a relatively safe spot, Xu Huai’an took out a small vial of spiritual spring water he’d kept hidden in his clothes—a life-saving measure given to him by Gu Qinghuan, just in case. He hadn’t expected to actually need it.

“Listen up, this is medicine. Each of you take a small sip—no more,” Xu Huai’an said, taking a swig himself. The moment the liquid touched his tongue, he felt much better, his symptoms quickly fading.

He passed the bottle to the next person.

Hearing it was medicine, no one cared about the details—they shared the bottle, each taking a small sip. Instantly, they felt refreshed, their fatigue from the past days melting away.

“I don’t feel sick anymore.”

“Me neither.”

“I’m fine now.”

In the end, only half the bottle was left for Xu Huai’an, who carefully tucked it away.

“Captain, what kind of medicine is this? It’s amazing!” Number Four asked, thinking he should carry a bottle himself in the future.

Xu Huai’an just glanced at him and said nothing.

Everyone felt a bit awkward, especially Numbers Five, Six, and Seven, who had been the most rebellious.

They’d been openly and covertly resisting Xu Huai’an’s orders these past days, which was a serious breach of discipline.

But Xu Huai’an had still chosen to share his precious medicine with them, making them realize how wrongly they’d judged him.

If they couldn’t perform at their best in the upcoming battle, they’d just be throwing their lives away for nothing.

Xu Huai’an could have kept the medicine for himself, but he chose to save them all.

This made several of them blush with shame.

Number Seven, Zhu Hao, spoke up: “Captain Xu, thank you for the medicine.” This was an indirect acknowledgment of Xu Huai’an’s leadership and a promise to follow his orders from now on.

“Alright, as long as everyone’s recovered,” Xu Huai’an said. “A lot has happened with this team these past days. Honestly, if it were before, I’d have kicked each of you out by now.

“But I promised Commander Zhuo I’d bring you all back safely.

“The next fight is going to be tough. Whether we can complete our mission depends on what we do next.

“Whatever’s happened before, let’s put it aside. With our lives on the line, you must follow my orders to the letter. I promise I’ll get you home alive,” Xu Huai’an said sternly.

Everyone could feel his seriousness. They snapped to attention and saluted in unison: “Yes, sir!”

It was rare to see the team so united. Xu Huai’an sighed inwardly—if only they’d been like this from the start.

People often only see things clearly in moments of crisis.

Xu Huai’an quickly laid out his plan.

Number Seven immediately objected: “Captain Xu, no! We can’t just leave you alone!”

The others shook their heads in agreement.

“Didn’t you just say you’d follow my orders?” Xu Huai’an said helplessly.

“We can’t do it, Captain Xu. If we die, we die together. Don’t do this…”

“Yeah, Captain. Since the day we became soldiers, we put our lives on the line.”

“We’re in this together!”

…

The team thought Xu Huai’an planned to act as a decoy, giving them a chance to escape, and they were having none of it.

For the first time, they were truly united.

Xu Huai’an had to explain: “I’m skilled at fighting in all kinds of terrain, and I’ve trained as a sniper. Alone, I’m a smaller target. If I take you all, we’ll be easier to spot.

“The enemy must have found our trail and poisoned the water source to flush us out.

“Based on my reconnaissance, I’m certain they’ll throw everything they have at us this time, leaving their base lightly guarded.

“We’ll split into two groups. I’ll draw them away and buy you time. You guys sneak into their base and blow up everything they have! Leave them with nothing—turn them into toothless tigers.”

Xu Huai’an’s words moved the team deeply. The thought of him facing the enemy’s main force alone was almost a death sentence.

He was just a retired soldier, a temporary leader—he shouldn’t have to go this far. It was basically a suicide mission.

“But… you don’t have to risk your life for the mission. Let me go! I’m an active-duty soldier—it’s my responsibility,” Number Seven, Zhu Hao, said.

The others chimed in: “Captain Xu, we’re all willing to go.”

For the first time, they were truly united, like strands twisted into a single rope.

Xu Huai’an was exasperated—this wasn’t the time to argue.

“Orders are orders. I’m the captain, and you must obey.

“To be blunt, none of you have as much experience in mountain warfare as I do.

“It’s not that I look down on you, but if I go, there’s a chance I’ll survive. If you go, it’s a death sentence.” After all, he’d once been called a human weapon—he had that much confidence.

His words silenced everyone. It was true: in terms of combat and survival skills, Xu Huai’an was unmatched. Over the past two weeks, he’d proven it by saving them multiple times.

“So let’s not argue. There’s no time.

“We’ll split up. I’ll draw them away. Number Seven, you lead the others and follow the path the enemy took. With such a large force moving, they’ll leave traces.

“Follow the clues and find their base. If you can, destroy it.

“Don’t take unnecessary risks—your safety comes first. Don’t make pointless sacrifices.

“No matter what happens next, hold your ground and don’t move. That’s an order.

“If anything goes wrong, retreat immediately and wait for me at the old meeting spot at the foot of the mountain.”

After giving his instructions, Xu Huai’an packed his gear and prepared to leave. The others handed him most of their ammunition.

No one knew if he’d ever return.

“Captain Xu, you have to come back safely.”

“Captain Xu…”

“Captain Xu, you’re incredible. I respect you. You have to come back safe.”

…

Numbers Three and Four secretly wiped away tears, overwhelmed by a sense of life-and-death parting.

Xu Huai’an gave a small smile, turned, and made a hand gesture to show he understood.

It’s only at the brink of death that you see a person’s true character.

After two weeks together, although everyone called him “Captain Xu,” none of them had truly accepted him as their leader—until now.

At this moment, they finally saw him as their pillar, their true leader, and were willing to follow him.

After all, no one can refuse someone willing to risk their life for you.

Xu Huai’an’s character had completely won them over.

After the enemy fired their signal flare, a large, fully armed force quickly arrived.

Xu Huai’an deliberately left traces for the enemy to follow, leading them away.

After all, the enemy would never expect anyone to challenge their entire team alone.

The six-man squad watched, hearts aching, as a black mass of armed elites chased after Xu Huai’an. They were almost certain he wouldn’t survive.

“Should we go after him? Take as many down as we can. If we die, so be it,” Number Three said bitterly.

“Yeah, I agree,” said Number Five, unable to bear it.

Number Seven, Zhu Hao, was also grief-stricken but forced himself to stay strong.

“Have you forgotten Captain Xu’s orders? If we charge in now, everything he’s done will be for nothing.

“What we need to do is calm down, figure out how to destroy the enemy’s base, and wait for reinforcements.

“Pull yourselves together!”"

"Chapter 173: The Affairs of the Old Xu Family

Xu Family Village

A lot has happened in the Xu family lately.

The old Xu family has made a real spectacle of themselves.

First, Xu Huaiyu was in a panic, insisting on getting married.

The family had promised the bride’s side the “three rounds and one sound,” so preparations had to be made. The Xu family got busy, ordering the eldest to run around looking for ration coupons.

When Lin Xiaomeng found out that Liu Guifang was actually going to prepare the “three rounds and one sound” for Yan Lijun, and was even making her husband jump through hoops, she was furious.

Back when she got married, all she got from the family was a men’s bicycle, which she barely even rode—Xu Huaizhi used it most of the time.

So the saying goes: “The one who plants the tree doesn’t get to enjoy the shade.”

And it wasn’t like the family was struggling back then. The second son was still sending his stipend home every month, and the two elders of the Xu family were just too stingy to part with anything.

Now, with the youngest son getting married, suddenly nothing is too precious—“three rounds and one sound,” why don’t they just reach for the stars?

Even the cheapest set would cost at least five hundred yuan, and that’s if you have the coupons.

Without coupons, you’d have to go to the black market or buy privately, and the price would go up by several hundred more.

What, is Yan Lijun the only daughter-in-law? Isn’t Lin Xiaomeng a daughter-in-law too? How could they be so unfair?

Turns out the old saying is true: “The emperor loves the eldest son, the common folk dote on the youngest.” Not a word of it is false.

If Gu Qinghuan were here, she would’ve dragged her along to argue with the Xu family, but unfortunately, she wasn’t.

People don’t mind having little, but they do mind unfairness.

This matter caused a huge uproar in the Xu family, practically blowing the roof off.

Xu Huaizhi wasn’t happy about it either, but as the eldest, he was used to giving way to his younger siblings and didn’t want to fight with his parents over this.

But Lin Xiaomeng wasn’t about to let it slide.

The third son lazed around at home every day, eating and doing nothing, spending the family’s money without contributing a thing. To put it bluntly, all the money in the family was earned by the eldest and second sons, and now the third son wanted to spend a huge sum on his wedding.

What bothered her most was that this was just the beginning. The family hadn’t split up yet, and once the new daughter-in-law moved in, who knew how much more favoritism the old couple would show?

In short, she was not about to let the third son’s family take advantage.

So she started making a scene at home.

“I don’t care. Whatever you gave me back then, you give the same to the third daughter-in-law now.

If you insist on buying them the ‘three rounds and one sound,’ then you’d better make it up to me too.

Those are your two choices—pick one.”

Of course, Liu Guifang didn’t want to make it up to her—that would cost a fortune, and her purse was already shrinking.

But the third daughter-in-law’s family had specifically asked for these things, and the third son had finally found a city girl to marry. She didn’t want to disappoint her son.

“Can you really compare back then to now? It’s been years, things have changed.

Besides, you and the eldest married for love. I didn’t force you into it.

Back then, I was plenty satisfied with you. Now what? You see someone else getting something and want it too? That’s not how it works.” Liu Guifang’s words were harsh and unfiltered.

The implication was clear: you were the one eager to marry in.

It was true that Lin Xiaomeng had been the one to take the initiative back then, though Xu Huaizhi had liked her too—they’d married for love.

But her own family’s circumstances weren’t good, so she’d made plans for herself early on.

Now her mother-in-law was throwing it in her face in front of the whole family, and Lin Xiaomeng felt utterly humiliated.

She felt like all her years of effort had been for nothing—this whole family were ungrateful wolves.

She rushed over, ready to fight with Liu Guifang. Xu Huaizhi, the so-called “honest man,” didn’t try to stop her.

He wasn’t happy either, so he figured he’d let his wife make a scene to show where they stood—otherwise, his mother really would bully them to death.

Xu Huaiyu, the mama’s boy, exploded. His sister-in-law was making things hard for his mother and standing in the way of his marriage—he was thoroughly resentful of Lin Xiaomeng. He rushed over and kicked her aside.

Liu Guifang looked smugly at Lin Xiaomeng, who’d fallen to the ground. See? Her youngest was the best. No wonder she favored him—he’d always protected her since he was little, unlike the others who only brought her trouble.

Xu Huaizhi glared at Xu Huaiyu, displeased. “Third, are you looking for trouble? You dare hit your sister-in-law?”

He hurried over to help his wife up.

Liu Guifang sneered, “The third did the right thing. Your good wife even dares to hit her mother-in-law. If we don’t rein her in, she’ll be out of control.”

“That’s right,” Xu Huaiyu chimed in.

Xu Mingshan sat inside, watching the drama unfold, saying nothing either way. With Liu Guifang leading the charge, he didn’t need to get involved.

“What are you pretending for? Get up already!” Liu Guifang barked when Lin Xiaomeng stayed on the ground.

Lin Xiaomeng just felt an intense pain in her stomach, so bad she couldn’t straighten up.

It wasn’t until Xu Huaizhi came over and saw blood seeping from under her that he panicked and shouted, “Xiaomeng, what’s wrong?”

Normally, someone as weak as Xu Huaiyu wouldn’t have much strength, and he’d kicked her in the stomach, a soft spot, so it shouldn’t have caused much harm.

But bleeding was a serious issue. Xu Huaizhi didn’t have time to think—he scooped her up and rushed toward the bicycle parking spot.

Halfway there, he remembered the roads were bad with all the snow, and he couldn’t ride the bike. Gritting his teeth, he carried her back inside and laid her down.

“Xiaomeng, hang on. I’ll go get the doctor.”

Lin Xiaomeng was groaning in pain, unable to speak. Dacheng stood by the bed, terrified.

“Mom, are you okay?”

Liu Guifang and Xu Huaiyu had thought she was faking it, but when they saw the blood on the floor, they realized this was serious.

Xu Huaizhi came out to find the two of them peeking nervously at the door.

“Xu Huaiyu, you’d better pray your sister-in-law is okay. Otherwise, you’re in for it.” He threw out the threat and rushed out the door.

Xu Huaiyu shrank behind his mother like a quail, not daring to say a word.

Liu Guifang didn’t dare speak up either.

“Third, do you think… your sister-in-law might have been… pregnant?” she asked nervously.

After all, bleeding after a kick usually meant miscarriage—what else could it be?

Xu Huaiyu’s face turned white. If she really was pregnant and he’d kicked the baby out… He couldn’t imagine how furious his brother would be.

After Dacheng was born, they’d wanted a daughter, but Lin Xiaomeng’s belly had been quiet for years. If she’d finally gotten pregnant, and now…

Xu Huaiyu hurried back to his room to pack.

“Mom, I just remembered there’s something I need to do at the cafeteria. I’ll head back first. Tell big brother to help me with the coupons. I’ll be back in a couple of days.

Lijun is pushing me to settle things quickly—her mom says it’s bad luck to get married after the new year, so we have to get it done before then.”

Liu Guifang was stunned. “My precious son, if you leave, what about me? Your sister-in-law’s lying there—if she really miscarried, won’t she come after me?”

Xu Huaiyu was scared too.

“Mom, you’re his mother—big brother wouldn’t dare do anything to you.

But I was the one who did it. If big brother and sister-in-law lose it, they’ll kill me. I’d better go. Remember to put in a good word for me.”

He grabbed his bag and left. The snow was too thick for a bike, so he walked. He had to get back to the county today, or his life wouldn’t be safe.

When it rains, it pours. He’d finally found a city girl to marry, but now trouble was piling up.

Outside, Liu Guifang’s casual remark set off alarm bells in Lin Xiaomeng’s mind. She hadn’t even considered the possibility.

In her previous life, she’d only had Dacheng and never got pregnant again, so she’d assumed she wouldn’t have any more children in this life either.

Thinking back, it had been two months since her last period. She’d been so busy she’d forgotten, and besides, not having it was convenient, so she hadn’t paid attention.

Could it really be…?

Lin Xiaomeng’s heart ached.

The snow was heavy, but Xu Huaizhi managed to find a barefoot doctor to come take a look.

The doctor was actually quite skilled, having studied traditional Chinese medicine. He took Lin Xiaomeng’s pulse and shook his head. “What a pity. Two or three months along, and now it’s gone.”

In that instant, Xu Huaizhi felt his heart shatter.

Gone? What did that mean?

He hadn’t even known about the child, and now it was gone.

Lin Xiaomeng’s fears were confirmed. Ignoring her pain, she sat up in a frenzy. “Xu Huaiyu! Liu Guifang! I’ll fight you both to the death!”

Xu Huaizhi tried to hold her back, but she shoved him away. “Xu Huaizhi, you’d better not stop me. If you do, we’re getting a divorce. If I’d known this would happen, I’d never have married you, never stayed.” She was hysterical.

“Mama!” Dacheng grabbed her hand, frightened.

Xu Huaizhi’s heart ached too.

“Xiaomeng, I know you’re hurting, but your health is most important. We can have more children in the future. Don’t get too worked up. I’ll make sure you get justice this time.”

“I don’t want justice—I want my child. You don’t understand. There won’t be another… there won’t be another…” Lin Xiaomeng was lost in grief.

This child had been a gift from heaven, a surprise. She had a feeling she’d never have another.

The barefoot doctor gave some instructions for her recovery and left quickly—best not to get involved in other people’s family drama.

Xu Huaizhi paid him and politely saw him out."

"Chapter 174 Miscarriage and Family Split