Lin Jiajun felt deeply wronged—he truly didn’t know what was going on—but right now, he didn’t argue with Li Suhua.
His wife and child were still in emergency care; no matter what he said now, it wouldn’t matter.
Tang Guixiang hadn’t even come to the hospital. After seeing Chen Hui bleeding, she had run back home to hide.
Chen Daqiang asked her, “So, how is it? Is Chen Hui still refusing to budge?”
“Mom, my girlfriend’s side made it clear—she wants Chen Hui’s apartment. Otherwise, she absolutely won’t marry me.”
Tang Guixiang’s heart was all over the place. She wasn’t worried about Chen Hui’s condition but feared that Lin Jiajun might be completely infuriated.
If that happened, it would be a case of “biting off more than you can chew.”
Seeing her remain silent, Chen Daqiang grew impatient. “Mom, can you even control Chen Hui? If not, I’ll just break down her door myself.”
“Break down what? What are you breaking down?” Tang Guixiang finally snapped back to reality.
“Is it impossible to get in now? No, I can get in anytime, but what’s the point?”
“She told the property management to cut off my water and electricity. How can anyone live there like that?”
“Daqiang, you hold off the other side for now. I’ll think of a way—think of a way.”
“Think all you want. If you keep thinking, my girlfriend will be married off to someone else.”
Saying that, Chen Daqiang slammed the door in anger and stormed out.
At the hospital, the doctor finally pushed open the emergency room door.
The Lin family gathered anxiously around him.
“Doctor, how is my wife? And the baby?”
The doctor removed his mask.
“They’re fine. Both mother and child are okay, but there are signs of a threatened miscarriage.”
“You must make sure she rests in bed and takes care of herself to protect the pregnancy.”
Hearing that both mother and child were safe, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
When Chen Hui was wheeled out by the nurse, Lin Jiajun almost broke down in tears.
He held back tightly, gripping Chen Hui’s hand with all his strength.
“Wife, we’re going to be parents. You’re carrying my child.”
Chen Hui cried tears of joy.
She had no idea about the pregnancy beforehand; if she had, she would have been more careful.
The doctor said she still needed to be observed on bed rest. Lin Jiajun and Li Suhua stayed by the hospital room while Lin Wanyi went back to get some things.
Aunt Zhao Yulan approached.
“Wanyi, what was all that commotion just now? How’s Hui? Why did it end up at the hospital?”
Lin Wanyi answered honestly, “Hui is pregnant. She just fell, and the baby’s condition is a bit unstable, so she needs to stay in the hospital for a few days.”
“Pregnant?”
Zhao Yulan brightened up.
“That’s wonderful! So good! Wanyi…”
She hesitated, looking at Lin Wanyi, who was eager to get back to the hospital and didn’t pay much attention.
Lin Wanyi didn’t continue the conversation. After packing up, she left with Keke.
As soon as they left, Zhao Yulan turned to Lin Yuantang.
“From the way Wanyi is acting now, I’m afraid she won’t help us. I just tried talking to her, and she didn’t even respond.”
Lin Yuantang lit a cigarette.
“Didn’t you hear she said Hui is in the hospital? She’s busy right now. Let’s wait until they’re done before bringing this up again.”
Zhao Yulan still felt uneasy, but there was nothing she could do.
Right now, it seemed like besides Lin Wanyi, she couldn’t find anyone else to help.
She actually didn’t know exactly how important Liu Renzhi was; Li Suhua never mentioned it.
Before, she hadn’t really cared much. She always thought, what kind of good man could Lin Wanyi—a twice-divorced woman with a child—possibly find?
Marrying her nephew Zhao Delin was already the best she could hope for.
She assumed Liu Renzhi was either a driver for someone’s fancy car or maybe someone with a little bit of skill.
But a few days ago, she saw Lin Jiajun get a new car and took a photo to show her son.
Unexpectedly, her son said the car was worth over a million yuan.
She was stunned.
She talked for a long time with Lin Yuantang.
Just last year, when Lin Wanyi’s father fell ill, their family had almost emptied out their savings.
Although the insurance eventually paid out some money, the lavish wedding Lin Jiajun had, and all the gold jewelry Chen Hui wore, must have been completely spent.
Yet, somehow, they had bought a new house in such a prime location and an incredibly luxurious car.
The more Zhao Yulan thought about it, the more suspicious she became.
She secretly took a photo of Liu Renzhi and sent it to her son.
Now she knew.
Liu Renzhi was no driver—he was a boss, a big boss.
That same day, her son Lin Wenbin came home with his wife.
Zhao Yulan was very happy; usually, Lin Wenbin and his wife stayed at her wife’s parents’ house, so it was rare for them to come back.
She happily prepared a table full of dishes, but Zhao Yulan only said:
“Mom, are you sure Liu Renzhi is really Wanyi’s boyfriend?”
Zhao Yulan was confident:
“He must be. He’s been here so many times, and the way he’s so attentive can’t be just a casual relationship. Otherwise, how could Jiajun be driving such a nice car?”
Lin Wenbin immediately said:
“Then you should find a time to talk to Wanyi and ask her to help me get a job at Liu’s Group.
“Mom, you don’t know how big their company is or how hard it is to get in.
“The benefits and salary are great, though.”
Zhao Yulan listened and felt even happier:
“Alright, when I see her, I’ll talk to her. Jiajun didn’t even go to a proper university and still got in and drives such a fancy car.
“Son, you graduated from a real university, so you’re definitely better than Jiajun.
“Then they’ll arrange you a manager position or something, with a monthly salary over a hundred thousand.”
Thinking about this, Zhao Yulan quickly grabbed a few eggs from home and headed to the hospital.
She used to think Li Suhua was no match for her, just because Lin Jiajun hadn’t gone to a good university, while her son had graduated from a proper one.
So whenever she got the chance, she wanted to put Li Suhua down.
But now, things were different—really different.
Lin Wanyi had climbed up high, and now she had to watch her face.
As soon as Lin Wanyi arrived at the hospital, Zhao Yulan followed right behind.
Sure enough, outside the ward, she saw Su Jing and Liu Siyue.
They were gathered around Chen Hui, fussing over her and saying they wanted to hire a caregiver to look after her.
If that’s not rich people, then what is?
Li Suhua quickly refused:
“No, no, Huihui has me to take care of her, it’s fine.
“I don’t have much to do all day anyway. I can take care of her well enough, so don’t worry. None of you need to worry.”
Liu Siyue didn’t agree; she insisted:
“Auntie, you’re getting older, and besides, there’s Keke to look after, so it’s better to hire a caregiver.”
Chen Hui refused again, reassuring Liu Siyue:
“Don’t worry. The doctor said this time it was just because I bumped into the table. Otherwise, the baby is perfectly safe.
“I can take good care of myself, Yueyue...”
As she spoke, her eyes welled up with tears.
“I’ve had a hard life since I was little. It wasn’t until I met Jiajun that I finally started living like a normal person.
“I’m already very content now. If you hire a maid or nanny for me, I wouldn’t get used to it—I’d feel uncomfortable all over.”
Since Chen Hui said this, Liu Siyue didn’t insist any further.
“You’re the pregnant one, so you’re the priority. Do whatever you want.”
Through the glass on the door, Zhao Yulan saw the room filled with nourishing gifts. She squeezed the egg in her hand and slipped away to the side.
Just as she thought, judging by all those presents, the Liu family was no ordinary household.
A wealthy family—a truly rich one.
Deep down, she felt a bit resentful.
How could Lin Wanyi find such a good man again?
What exactly did she have to offer?
If she were honest, her own daughter was younger and more beautiful—so much better than Wanyi.
So why was this kind of good fortune never meant for her daughter?
