Chapter 547 - 577: I Know, I’m Just Too Happy
Qin Jiao turned her head to look at Xiao Shi. Although she was only about ten, she was remarkably calm and composed. Qin Jiao hadn’t forgotten that in her past life, Xiao Shi had been trafficked to a poor, remote mountain village, married off to an old bachelor, and forced to bear many children.
She said lovingly, "This matter has its pros and cons, but when Xiao Shi grows up, she can choose for herself whether she wants to get married or have children."
People think about different things at different stages of their lives.
But no matter what, it’s enough to make a choice you won’t regret.
Xiao Shi said with great persistence, "I don’t want to think about any of that. I want to become a strong woman first!"
Qin Jiao smiled.
The group waited for what felt like an eternity before the cry of a baby finally came from the delivery room. Sun Jianhua was so overjoyed that he rushed toward the door, twisting his ankle in his haste.
It was a boy.
When Qin Na came to, she held her baby, and tears started to well up in her eyes. Su Yun quickly said, "Don’t cry, don’t cry. Crying is bad for your body right now. Besides, mother and son are both safe and sound. What are you crying for? This is a wonderful thing."
"Sister-in-law, I know. I’m just... so happy."
It wasn’t that Qin Na preferred sons over daughters, but her previous husband’s family had despised her for being unable to conceive—specifically, unable to produce a son. This time, she had been meticulously careful every day of her pregnancy. When Sun Jianhua’s ex-wife had come to cause a scene, she had been so startled she couldn’t rest properly for days, terrified that something would happen to the baby in her womb.
Now, finally, everything was all right. Mother and son were safe.
With red-rimmed eyes, she grasped Su Yun’s hand and said, "Sister-in-law, there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m normal. I can have children."
Su Yun quickly comforted her.
But Qin Jiao, standing to the side, felt a pang of sadness. Her aunt had dropped out before finishing elementary school. Afterward, she just worked at home. Once married, she was at her in-laws’ beck and call, taking care of the elderly and her husband, her entire life revolving around the kitchen stove like a servant.
She was a typical example of a rural woman. And back in their hometown, where the preference for sons over daughters was so extreme, the fact that Qin Na couldn’t even have children made her an object of even greater contempt.
Her husband beat and cursed her, her in-laws bullied her, her sisters-in-law ostracized her, and on top of it all, her own family didn’t care. The oppression had nearly driven Qin Na to a complete breakdown.
Fortunately, her second brother and his family later supported her decision to divorce, helping her escape that pit of fire.
Later on, she met Sun Jianhua. The two hit it off immediately. Although her stepson, Xiao Cheng, didn’t like her at first, Qin Na’s gentle kindness slowly melted the heart of the boy who had been shattered by his own mother’s abandonment.
Seeing her aunt in the hospital bed, looking like she wanted to cry tears of joy, the corners of Qin Jiao’s mouth lifted into a slight smile.
’I’ll keep working hard to make my rebirth more meaningful. The wings of this butterfly may be insignificant, but I’ll do my best to change the lives of more people.’
**
Not long after Qin Na gave birth, news came from their hometown.
Mr. Qin had passed away.
In truth, Mr. Qin’s health had already been failing. He’d had a stroke and was also suffering from cancer. If he had been willing to cooperate with treatment and had a more positive outlook, he could have lived for another two years.
But he didn’t. He was consumed with worry for his youngest son, who was in prison, and always felt that he had to save up more money for him while he was still alive.
Once he could no longer move on his own, he had Old Mrs. Qin sell all the valuables in the house, convert them into cash, and deposit the money into Qin Jiqun’s bank account.
Not only that, but he also sold the houses that Qin Bogang and Qin Zhonghui had given back to him, converting them into money to set aside for his youngest son.
Old Mrs. Qin couldn’t hold back once and asked, "You’re leaving all of this for your precious youngest son. What about me?"