After leaving my father and keeping my son, I built my own wealthy family, and my ex-husband's

Soon, the full fifty million was deposited into Mingyun's bank account.

Mingyun was quite decisive. She took the notebook, wrote down dozens of Chinese medicine names, tore off the paper, and handed it to Heya.

He Ya glanced at the contents; she didn't recognize many of the medicine names.

"You're not lying to me?" she asked suspiciously.

Mingyun said, "You've already given me the money, why would I need to lie to you? I've written down all the medicines used in my secret recipe for you. Most of them are common Chinese herbs, only a few are rare, but I believe it won't be difficult for you."

He Ya folded the paper, put it in her bag, and before leaving, she sneered, "You've struck it rich now, making fifty million just by writing a prescription."

Mingyun smiled without saying a word, her smile carrying a profound meaning.

He Ya's sarcasm was like punching cotton; she herself found it meaningless and hurried to the Qin residence.

While she had the Qin family's private medical team gather the medicine, she ran to Bai Fengqin to take credit.

"Mom, don't worry, I can cure your headaches!"

Bai Fengqin had just had another outburst, and He Ya had disappeared again. She had initially intended to yell at her to vent her anger, but hearing what she said, she suppressed her temper and asked with some skepticism, "Really?"

"Really!" He Ya assured her confidently, "I've gotten my hands on a prescription that's very effective for your headaches. If you take it long-term, it can completely cure them."

Although Bai Fengqin remained skeptical, a smile appeared on her face. "Alright, Ya'er, you've put your heart into this. I hope your prescription will be effective."

"Mom, you continue to rest. I'll go make you a medicinal meal right now!"

He Ya left the bedroom with great confidence and ran to the kitchen.

As per her request, the Qin family's private doctors quickly gathered all the medicinal herbs for her and delivered them to the kitchen.

On the kitchen counter, dozens of medicinal herbs are neatly arranged.

In order to gain credit, she not only did not tell the private medical team what the medicine was for, but also did not tell Bai Fengqin that she had her son pay for the prescription from Mingyun.

However, He Ya was somewhat perplexed when faced with such a wide variety of Chinese medicines.

Mingyun provided the names of all the medicines and also wrote down the proportions of various Chinese herbs.

but……

It didn't say how to turn it into powder.

After a moment's thought, He Ya took out a blender from the cupboard.

I guess it's just a matter of grinding them into powder and mixing them together.

She didn't want the chefs here to know the prescription, so she chose to do it all by herself.

I took the kitchen scale and measured out the dosage of dozens of Chinese herbs, then stuffed them all into a high-speed blender and ground them into powder.

A strange smell gradually spread through the kitchen.

He Ya pinched her nose and put the powder into a plastic bag.

Then I made a cod soup, sprinkled some medicinal powder in it and mixed it.

"Aha! The medicinal cuisine is complete!" He Ya exclaimed proudly, "This isn't that difficult!"

Then she fanned the soup with a fan to lower the temperature to forty degrees before happily serving it to Bai Fengqin.

"Mom, it's all done."

While wiping the sweat from her forehead, He Ya said with a smile, "Try it. It might not taste very good, but it will definitely help with your headache. I'll gradually treat it for you, and you'll be fully recovered in no time."

"Oh dear...you've really gone to so much trouble." Bai Fengqin smiled. "Here, get me some to try."

He Ya immediately filled a small bowl and personally fed it to Bai Fengqin.

Bai Fengqin had just taken a small sip when her expression changed again, and she spat it directly into the bowl.

He Ya quickly said, "Mom, I followed the temperature you used for your porridge, so I shouldn't have burned myself again, right?"

"Did I tell you that the meat soup should be at the same temperature as the porridge?" Bai Fengqin looked displeased. "This kind of meat soup is best eaten hot. It's too cold! Go heat it up again."

He Ya's hand holding the bowl trembled slightly.

I resisted the urge to dump the cod soup on my mother-in-law's head and went to the kitchen again.

The temperature is fine this time.

But Bai Fengqin said it tasted terrible.

The flavor of the fresh, high-quality cod was completely masked by a strange odor, and it even had a fishy smell.

I felt like vomiting when I swallowed it.

"Mom... I never used to cook..." He Ya said patiently, her voice tinged with grievance, "I only cooked for you, so please don't mind."

Bai Fengqin sighed and said, "You should learn more in the future. Compared to Mingyun's cooking, your skills are worlds apart. However, since you put your heart into it and it was specifically for my headache, I'll eat it all."

Afterwards, Bai Fengqin, as if she had drunk poison, endured her nausea and forced herself to finish the large portion of cod soup.

Half an hour later, she looked delighted, rubbed her head, and said, "Wow! It really works! Before I took it, my head was a little sore, but after taking it, the soreness is gone!"

He Ya breathed a long sigh of relief.

It's good that it works; it looks like I can finally get a good night's sleep tonight.

"Mom, then you should rest well. If you need anything, just call the nanny or maid," He Ya said.

Bai Fengqin's headache had subsided, and her mood had improved considerably. She smiled and said, "My good child, thank you so much. You should go and get some rest too."

He Ya left immediately.

I don't want to stay even a second longer.

Back at Villa No. 2, I quickly took a shower, lay down on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

In a daze, I felt a pair of hands groping my body.

She opened her eyes, saw Qin Pinsen, and said irritably, "Don't bother me, I'm tired."

"Wife, we haven't done it for several days..." Qin Pinsen stroked her while kissing He Ya's lips.

He Ya instantly snapped, shoving him away abruptly. "I told you I'm tired!"

Qin Pinsen's expression turned ugly. "Who isn't tired? Don't I get tired from dealing with the company's affairs? I went to great lengths today to get that 50 million from the company for you! And this is how you treat me?"

He Ya sat up angrily and said, "What do you mean by paying me that fifty million? Wasn't that for your mother's sake? I've been working myself to the bone these past two days, being treated like a servant by your mother, and you haven't done anything about it?"

"You're my wife, and my mother's daughter-in-law!" Qin Pinsen yelled, pointing his finger at her. "It's your duty to serve her! Stop throwing your temper at me! Mingyun used to do a great job, she could handle it all, so why are you always complaining? You've only been married for a short time, and you already have complaints?!"

He Ya was so angry at these words that she felt like vomiting blood. "Then go find your ex-wife! Go ahead!"

Qin Pinsen's face was ashen. He didn't say anything and got up to leave.

I had just opened the door when my phone rang.

Upon seeing that it was Manager Yang calling, he immediately answered the phone.

It must be something urgent at this hour.

The anxious voice of Manager Yang came through the phone:

"Young Master! Something terrible has happened! Madam has suddenly vomited blood! Please come to Villa Number One immediately!"