The wicked wife is pregnant again and again, and she takes her whole family flying with her spatial

"It's simple. If you weren't insecure, why would you resort to these little tricks to get your mother's attention? You've made a mess of things, and now it's hard to clean up the mess, making everyone else feel bad along with you."

"How can you be sure it was just a trick I played?"

"I don't know, maybe it's just intuition. You've let your mother down. Sometimes I wish your mother would be like Aunt Jasmine, giving you a few slaps to wake you up."

"What you're doing now doesn't deserve my mom at all. And I have some good news for you: my siblings and I all agree that we can have one, two, three, four, five… whatever Dad and Mom like."

He Lin watched his son's triumphant departure, momentarily speechless. It seemed he was the only outsider in this family.

He Lin stood outside the eaves, the sweltering wind caressing his body, and his rationality slowly returned.

He recalled that the real reason for this was probably the truth that his father-in-law inadvertently revealed after they parted ways at the train station.

At that moment, he found himself somewhat amusing; a man in his thirties was actually jealous over a single word or person, secretly competing with each other.

As he turned to walk back, he patted his eldest son's shoulder as he passed by, saying, "I admit you were right this time, but I still don't change my opinion of Li Yanshen."

"Think about how to apologize to my mother first, instead of arguing with someone who is already 'dead'."

He Ning'an's words were eloquent, prompting He Lin to ask, "Whom did you take after for your sharp tongue?"

He Jianguo glared at his son: "You're so old, yet you still act like a child. Go and find out what's going on with Xiaolian. If you keep talking nonsense, get out. Come back in when you've said enough."

Before she could finish speaking, He Xinglan on the stairs burst into laughter, barely able to breathe. Afraid of waking her sleeping niece, she lowered her voice: "My brother, now you understand what happens when you bully my sister-in-law, right? You've made an enemy of the whole family. Now look what's happened, you can't catch up even if you want to. I just called Sister Jasmine, and she said she won't be back for a while."

"Lanlan, tell Dad quickly, your sister-in-law left in a very hurry."

He Xinglan relayed the information she had gathered from Jasmine. In short, the plan had barely been finalized when problems arose at the construction site. Villagers who had signed contracts and agreed to relocate and vacate their houses and land suddenly refused to cooperate. A riot broke out, nearly resulting in fatalities; people are still being treated. It's a complete mess, and Yu Lian needs to personally go and take charge.

"I see. Our advisor should be back a little later. This kind of thing is easy to handle. I've been in business for many years, and not only me, but your great-grandfather has also encountered similar situations. Anyway, don't panic. There's a high probability that someone is sabotaging us behind the scenes..."

"Brother, hurry up and go! My sister-in-law is waiting for someone to help her."

He Lin refused outright: "I have something to do at my company and can't leave. I have to go now."

"You..." He Xinglan watched her brother leave the house. After the door closed, she looked at her father and asked, "Dad, is my brother's company really that busy?"

"I don't know. Your older brother asked Xue Zhi to call and ask his brother—no, Xue Ci is in the hospital. You should call Chen Shu directly before your brother gives any instructions."

Following He Jianguo's method, He Xinglan subtly inquired a few questions and finally concluded that her eldest brother, He Lin, wasn't busy at all. The projects related to the recent scandal had long been swallowed up by the entire family; Xue Ci's injuries hadn't been in vain.

When the call was made to Xue Zhi, he was on his way to check on his brother's injuries next door. Having accepted his wife's request, he didn't dare delay for a moment and went to the ward.

"Xue Gou! Don't be so stubborn!"

Xue Zhi closed his eyes to prepare himself mentally before knocking on the door and entering.

"Get her out of here right now! I was supposed to be discharged in ten days to two weeks, but if she keeps causing trouble, I'll die in my hospital room!"

Xue Zhi smiled professionally: "Sorry, my authority doesn't extend to orthopedics."

Jasmine held a bowl of chicken soup with golden, oily flakes floating on top. Judging by the amount of liquid, it probably wasn't cheap. "Xue Gou! I came here out of kindness to comfort you, don't be ungrateful, drink it all!" Jasmine was seething with resentment and anger, unsure who to vent it on. "I don't know who was so blind as to leak the news to my parents, otherwise do you think I'd come looking for you willingly?" With that, Jasmine fiercely shoved a bowl of soup at her. "Drink it now!"

"I won't drink it! You monster! If I weren't forced to do this, I would definitely kill you!"

Xue Zhi consciously retreated to the doorway. All the wards around this room had been booked, and no patient or family member who valued quiet and privacy and needed a single room wanted to stay nearby.

"You two start arguing. Bro, it seems like there's nothing urgent at the company, otherwise you wouldn't be arguing with a woman."

*Thud*—The bowl of chicken soup was finished, and Jasmine slammed it on the table: "I used to think I simply didn't like Xue Ci, but now it seems you, little brother, don't know how to talk. What do you mean by 'not worth arguing with a woman'? Do you think I'm that weak?"

Xue Zhi regretted it; he shouldn't have come. Now he'd gotten himself into trouble. "Um, Sister Jasmine, that's not what I meant. You and my sister-in-law are good friends. Birds of a feather flock together. My sister-in-law is so capable; you must be just as good."

Jasmine gave the glib-tongued person in front of her a deep look: "You're smart enough to know better than to do it again."

Xue Ci scoffed, "Coward, two-faced!"

"Young Master Xue, how was the service today? I hope you'll be sensible and call my parents to explain things soon, otherwise..."

Xue Ci met her sharp gaze: "Or you're going to kill me? I doubt you have the guts. I'll call and greet your parents when you've taken good care of me and I'm discharged from the hospital in good health. If you don't change your temper soon..."

Jasmine smiled and quietly agreed, "Okay, since this is your request, I will definitely do it."

After leaving the house, Jasmine threw the lunchbox into the trash can: "Whoever wants to take care of me can take care of me, I'm not serving them anymore. I don't only have my parents, I also have my best friend!" Furious, Jasmine acted immediately. She drove home, carefully climbed over the wall, grabbed her important documents and money for her own safety, and sped through customs, heading straight for the train station.

Just before boarding the train, feeling dizzy, I made a phone call to Yu Lian's home.

The adults in the family were all busy with their own things, so He Ningze answered the phone. Hearing the child's voice, Jasmine suddenly came to her senses: "I'm sorry, Hehe, Auntie dialed the wrong number. I'm going to find your mother now. Is there anything you want to tell me?" There was still some time before the train departed, so Jasmine chatted with the child.

"Auntie, why are you so out of breath? Are you in a hurry?"

"Yes, because I'm afraid if I don't go soon, I'll miss the train and won't be able to see your mother again." Jasmine's parents are strict, and she has serious disagreements with them, often arguing. She doesn't have a good relationship with her family. This time, hearing that she's broken up again, they can't wait to arrange a marriage for her with a wealthy young man of equal social standing. Taking care of Xue Ci is just a delaying tactic; going far away is the long-term solution.

"Huh? I can't see Mom?"

"Okay... I'll stop now, I'm about to leave, take care of yourself..."

After hanging up the phone, He Ningze's face showed deep worry.