Chapter 122. Rare or not rare
Su Hongying looked helplessly and amusedly at Qiu Fang, witnessing a new height of her younger brother-in-law’s devotion to his wife.
She was just about to say that Shuzhen was fine, just exhausted from childbirth and fast asleep now. They just needed to tidy up a bit, and once everything was in order, he could come in to see her.
But before she could say that, the guy took advantage of the midwife stepping out with the baby, letting the child’s father and uncles take a look and collect some congratulatory money, to slip into the room.
At this moment, the younger sister-in-law’s face was pale, covered in sweat with a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead. She hadn’t even had a chance to put on her pants, and the sanitary pad beneath her was stained with fresh blood, filling the room with a pungent smell of blood.
Seeing this, Su Hongying was stunned and quickly ushered him out, fearing that if he stayed a moment longer and saw too much of his sister-in-law’s disheveled state, it would affect their relationship later on.
After all, this child that Shuzhen painstakingly delivered wasn’t even the Lianshan family’s own. There was no inherent sense of gratitude or guilt, and she didn’t want the sight of this to strip away any sympathy he might have.
Lianshan, unaware of Su Hongying’s concerns, thought she was just adhering to customs by sending him out.
He saw his sister-in-law hastily wiping Shuzhen down and trying to help her get dressed. Already reluctant to go out, he resisted even more: "Second Saozi, don’t push me out. Blood or no blood, there’s no such thing in my eyes! It’s Shuzhen who’s been through hell, and I have to take good care of her. She’s particular about cleanliness, and if she isn’t cleaned up well, she definitely won’t sleep soundly."
Although Lianshan had a slight smile on his face, he firmly took the basin from Qiu Fang’s hands. He fetched warm water and a fresh towel, gently and meticulously wiping Shuzhen’s hands and face.