"What are they nagging you about?"
Yang Jinxiu fell silent for a moment upon hearing this. There was a hint of envy, as well as some vindication, in her eyes as they passed over Yang Chuxiaâs stomach, which left Chuxia somewhat puzzled.
"Because of the child?" She did not miss the look in Jinxiuâs eyes.
"Yes!" Jinxiu said eagerly, "She keeps complaining at home that I still donât have a child, even calling me a chicken that canât lay eggs. You have no idea, her insults are so harsh every day. Weâve been married for less than a year, can you believe it? Does she really need a grandchild that badly? Not only that, she works together with the first branch of the family to gang up on me. I must have had terrible luck in my past lives to marry into such a family."
"Just be content," Yang Chuxia thought back to Ms. Wang from earlier in the year, "You know about my mother, right? She started pestering me about having children just a month after Brother An and I married. Youâve only started being badgered now after much longer, which is already quite good. Besides, a mother-in-law and oneâs own mother canât be compared."
"Ah?" Yang Jinxiu, hearing that Chuxia had also been pressured, couldnât help feeling a sense of shared misfortune. However, thinking of Chuxia, who was nearly ready to give birth, she spoke with a touch of envy, "But weâre different, arenât we? Youâll be giving birth in two months, and I heard from my mother itâs twins. How wonderful to have two at once, whereas I donât even have a hint of a pregnancy."
She touched her own stomach, then suddenly changed her tone, "Actually, itâs better not having children right now. I donât want to bear children for such a person, itâs too revolting."
When it came to her own husband, Yang Jinxiu truly felt disdain. She had never met anyone like him; while she could barely tolerate laziness or gluttony, his daily dalliances with other women, acting all familiar and intimate, were simply disgusting.
However, she couldnât bring herself to share these thoughts with Chuxia.
Chuxia, listening, could guess a bit of Jinxiuâs situation, but she did not feel it was her place to ask too much since it involved someone elseâs private matters.
"You, just stop overthinking it," Chuxia saw that Jinxiu actually did want a child and had only spoken in anger before. She comforted her by saying, "If you want a child, you need to relax. Sometimes the more stressed you are, the more pressure you feel, and the less likely you are to conceive. Donât mind how much she nags, just let it go in one ear and out the other."
Jinxiu listened very earnestly to Chuxiaâs words; she thought Chuxia was more literate and understood things better. However, lacking confidence in her own body, she couldnât help but ask, "Xiaxia, do you think thereâs something wrong with me?"
"Have you seen a doctor?"
"Not yet, actually, Xiaxia, the reason I came today was to ask for your help." It was at this point that Jinxiu revealed her true purpose for the visit, "When Divine Doctor Mu comes again, could you ask him to check on me? You donât know, but these days my mother-in-law is being instigated by the first branch of the family to always suspect thereâs something wrong with me. I was able to return to my parentsâ home yesterday only by claiming it was to seek Divine Doctor Muâs help."
Hearing that she wanted Divine Doctor Mu to help with this problem stirred an odd feeling in Chuxia. Well, a divine doctor certainly knows a lot, and checking on this issue wouldnât be hard. But having a man like Mu Shaoling help someone determine their fertility seemed somewhat inappropriate.
"Jinxiu, Divine Doctor Mu has returned to the Capital City, and I donât know when he will be back," Chuxia considered before speaking. "If youâre not in a hurry, I can ask him the next time he comes. If itâs urgent, why donât I recommend you visit Muâs Clinic in the county town? Itâs a pharmacy opened by Divine Doctor Mu, and they have resident physicians there."