After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter

And next to her, Xixi, likely too young to grasp the taste of sorrow, had a faint calmness on her face; by comparison, Xie Qifen seemed excessively tense.

Upon seeing this, Su Yu couldn’t help but sport a barely noticeable smile, feeling secretly pleased with herself.

She thought that Xie Qifen managing to step out to buy medicine was surely the initial success of the "husband-controlling technique" she’d taught.

"Big sister, the method I told you about works, doesn’t it? Men, you see, need to be handled properly. Let up even slightly, and troubles are bound to arise."

Su Yu said this half-jokingly, half-seriously, her eyes twinkling with a sly spark.

Upon hearing this, Xie Qifen’s face turned slightly red, and an indefinable sense of vanity rose within her, "I... I actually haven’t tried it yet!" Hidden in her words were hesitation and a trace of fear of the unknown outcome.

For Xie Qifen, Su Yu’s advice was undoubtedly a gamble, and every time she thought of it, her heart felt as if it was tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

Thoughts of trying had surfaced multiple times, yet were always hindered by a towering wall of worries in her mind, preventing her from putting them into action.

But the money had been paid, and the medicine bought; perhaps when Yuanyou found out about the expenditure, aside from feeling pained, he might also understand the hard efforts made for his health and thus soften his heart.

Su Yu deeply understood that in this era, most women viewed their husbands as the heavens in their lives. Asking them to suddenly become tough and independent was as difficult as moving mountains and filling seas.

"Alright, then I’ll wish you all the best in advance."