Chapter 132 The Man Who Burned the Letters

But the longer she waited, the more anxious she became, especially after seeing Shu Ying's two children. The two of them had lost contact for so many years, and it seemed that they had only lived together when they first got married. Not only was Shu Ying able to get pregnant in such a short time, but she was also able to give birth to twins. What kind of incredible luck did she have?

"This is an old remedy I found in my hometown. As long as you drink it according to this course of treatment, you can have a son. I simmered it on the fire for two hours. Drink it while it's hot, otherwise it will become cold and affect the efficacy."

Xie Wanying was thinking about how to go to the hospital for a check-up discreetly when her mother-in-law, Wang Yayun, came over with a bowl of dark, murky medicine. The unpleasant smell filled the entire room. Xie Wanying pinched her nose with one hand, her eyes showing some impatience.

"Mom, can you please stop making this stuff every day? What does it taste like? It's not fit for human consumption. Those folk remedies have killed countless people. Having a child depends on the right timing. If your folk remedies worked, there wouldn't be so many women who can't have children."

She had been drinking different prescriptions for half a year without any effect. Wang Yayun was anxious to have a grandson and rubbed her every day.

Seeing that Xie Wanying was somewhat unhappy, Wang Yayun also put on a stern face.

"In this sweltering heat, do you think I'd want to go out of my way to find someone? If it weren't for your unproductive womb, I wouldn't have had to step in. If I had known you were a barren hen, I wouldn't have let my son marry you. If the Fang family line ends in your hands, I'll never forgive you."

Xie Wanying couldn't take it anymore: "Mom, what do you mean by that? You've been making me go to the hospital for checkups all these years. Is it just my problem that I can't have children? Why don't you let your son get checked out? Maybe it's him who can't have children."

Wang Yayun became anxious: "My son is a perfectly healthy man, how come he can't have children? You have to drink this medicine today, whether you like it or not, or I'll make my son divorce you. Our Fang family doesn't want a hen that can't lay eggs. If you can't even have children, are you still a woman?"

Xie Wanying was so angry that her arms trembled, but this wicked mother-in-law knew exactly how to manipulate her.

She pinched her nose with one hand, gulped down the entire bowl of dark, murky medicine in one go, and then slammed the bowl down on the table.

"Is this alright now?"

After she finished speaking, she ignored Wang Yayun and ran to the storage room by herself.

Inside were family heirloom jewelry that Huang Meiling had taken out years ago. Some were given to her, and some were meant for her to pass on to Shu Ying. Xie Wanying kept them all for herself, including some money that Xie Wenyuan and Huang Meiling had transferred to her to give to Shu Ying.

"My parents are so biased. Shuying is an outsider. Why should we both get the same amount of money? I should have received more than her!"

Shu Ying is a wicked capitalist; she doesn't deserve to use these things. She hates Xie Zhiyan, but she hates Shu Ying even more.

Everyone else is a girl, but because Shu Ying was born into a better family, she is the only child in her family.

The Shu family's vast fortune will ultimately end up in her hands, a sum she could never spend in several lifetimes.

But that wasn't enough. After Shu Ying fell on hard times, Xie Zhiyan protected her, and she also met such a good in-law family. Both Xie Wenyuan and Huang Meiling were vying to treat her well.

For most people, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is a problem that is difficult to solve for thousands of years, but for Shu Ying, there is no conflict at all.

"Shu Ying, why are you so lucky? Why are so many people so nice to you? You're just a capitalist's daughter, do you even deserve it?"

Xie Wanying was indignant. Back when she first met Shu Ying, she had hinted to her that she should give her some gifts, but Shu Ying just wouldn't listen.

If Shuying had built a good relationship with her back then, she wouldn't be making things difficult for her now.

Xie Wanying sneered and opened a wooden box next to the dressing table. Inside were letters that Huang Meiling had written to her over the years.

Actually, at the beginning, Xie Zhiyan hadn't lost contact with them yet, and he would send letters home almost every month.

Xie Wanying's friend Qi Xiaozhen, whom she met at school, happened to be in charge of receiving and sending mail. Three years ago, Xie Zhiyan's letter was accidentally delivered to her.

She received three copies in total: one for her parents, one for herself, and the other for Shuying.

She first opened the letter that Xie Zhiyan had given her. He simply greeted her, but then every word he wrote expressed his hope that she would pay more attention to supporting Shu Ying's family. He also said that she had never suffered any hardship on her own, and since she had married him, she was now part of their family. He hoped that Xie Wanying would truly treat Shu Ying as a younger sister.

He gave her countless instructions in the letter, but Xie Wanying felt very uncomfortable reading them.

Even though the two of them were not in the same place, Shu Ying was always remembered by someone.

She couldn't bear it any longer, and she couldn't accept that there were people in this world who were doing better than her. Xie Wanying was so angry that she laughed when she saw these things, so she simply burned the letter that Xie Zhiyan had written to Shu Ying to let her know that he was safe.

After that, she specifically contacted Qi Xiaozhen, instructing her to deliver any letters Xie Zhiyan sent to her.

Over the years, both Xie Zhiyan's letters and the money sent back in the envelopes ended up with Xie Wanying. The previous things were put away, and the letters were burned.

But such days did not last long. The war at the front was intense, and it was said that no more letters from home could be sent from the front. Xie Wanying did not receive any more letters after that, and she felt a little regretful that she could not make more money.

But then she thought again that Xie Zhiyan's letters wouldn't reach her, so out of sight, out of mind.

"Xie Zhiyan, I really didn't expect you to be so lucky. Not only did you manage to come back alive from the battlefield, but you also managed to escape death on a burning train."

She pulled out a slip of paper from the bottom of the wooden box, which had the address left for her by Song Yongfu and his wife.

When they brought Song Zhaodi's photo, Song Yongfu specifically told her to keep in touch with her family often.

However, she has been terrified of that place for years, so she avoids that address.

But now, she has to write letters to the other side.

After finishing the letter, she grabbed a coat and went out to find Qi Xiaozhen.

Qi Xiaozhen looked at her with a puzzled expression: "That security guard said someone was looking for me. I wondered who it could be. It was just a letter. You could have just put it in your mailbox. You wrote the address clearly on it. Why did you have time to make a special appointment with me today?"

Xie Wanying solemnly handed the letter to her: "This letter is very important to me. I will only feel at ease if you mail it yourself. Please keep an eye on it for me and let me know when you receive a reply."