Chapter 202: Exhausted
Fury escalated within Xie Xinghua’s eyes as she abruptly turned around, her steps firmly leading towards Lady Zhao, seemingly resolved to seek an explanation.
Noticing that the situation was about to spiral out of control, Jiang Xunzhong quickly interjected, "Xinghua, calm down... the food is actually hidden in the third room."
Meanwhile, Fang Qin, who was inside the house listening to the disturbance outside, couldn’t help but feel a sense of inexplicable panic rise within her.
She feared that Xie Xinghua’s rage might extend to her, especially since her own wounds were still healing and she was utterly unable to cope with the nearly frenzied woman.
What scared her even more was the thought that if the conflict were to inadvertently harm the innocent Dazhuang, the consequences would be unimaginable.
With this thought, she clenched her teeth and, enduring the severe pain, slowly stood up and opened the door that led to an unknown fate... after all, the food had been moved stealthily into Fang Qin’s room by Lady Zhao last night, taking advantage of the deep night and sleepy hearts, all under the pretense of concealment.
She whispered instructions that as long as Fang Qin could keep this secret and not inform the physically strong, hot-tempered Dazhuang about this secret aid, she would allow Fang Qin the opportunity to reunite and personally care for her son—Dazhuang, separated by twists of fate.
Upon hearing this, a mix of joy and sorrow intertwined in Fang Qin’s heart, like tender buds nourished by the fine rain of spring, fragile yet resilient.
For many days she had been unable to breastfeed, and the once life-nourishing sweet well had quietly dried up; yet even so, being able to once again embrace her son’s warm little body and feel the solace of their blood bond was enough to slightly soothe the loneliness and pain in her heart.
Unknown to her, behind Lady Zhao’s seemingly compassionate arrangement hid only her weariness and exasperation at the daily care of Dazhuang.
Her feelings were like the withering leaves at the end of autumn, her dissatisfaction with Fang Qin still lurking beneath every silent sigh.