Could it be that because of her transmigration, the child’s fate had changed, causing it to die prematurely?
At that moment, Yang Tiehua felt another warm flow trickle out, and her heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
Was the child really gone?
Why?
Why would her arrival cause her to lose the child?
Fu Ziheng entered, supported by Mother Fu, and at a glance saw Yang Tiehua with reddened eyes and tears streaming down her face.
Yang Tiechui had been about to speak, but when he saw his sister crying, he immediately panicked. “Little sister, what’s wrong? Is your stomach hurting? I’ll go call the doctor right away.”
Before Yang Tiehua could stop him, he had already rushed out.
Yang Jiujin was also pacing anxiously nearby.
Fu Ziheng quickly stepped forward. “Tiehua, does your stomach still hurt? Use this hot water bag to warm it.”
As he spoke, he placed a rubber bag filled with hot water on her abdomen.
Seeing Fu Ziheng, Yang Tiehua burst into tears and suddenly wrapped her arms around his waist, her voice breaking. “Brother Ziheng, I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I didn’t protect our child.”
Fu Ziheng froze for a moment, then quickly understood and said, “Tiehua, you misunderstood. This is just your monthly cycle. You weren’t pregnant.”
Her tears stopped abruptly. She looked up at him with tearful eyes, her voice uncertain. “I… I didn’t miscarry?”
Fu Ziheng shook his head. “No, it’s just your period. And… Tiehua, have you forgotten? I… am infertile.”
By the end of his sentence, his gaze had changed.
Yang Tiehua’s tearful voice rose instinctively. “How is that possible? Brother Ziheng, how could you be infertile? You clearly in the previous—”
Only then did she suddenly realize what she was about to say and hurriedly stopped herself.
But one thing she was absolutely certain of, Fu Ziheng was not infertile.
Otherwise, how could there have been twins in her previous life?
And it was impossible that those children weren’t his.
The twins had looked almost exactly like him, practically miniature versions of him, the kind that didn’t even need a DNA test.
There was no way he was infertile.
At that moment, her father leaned closer and whispered, “Daughter, you insisted on marrying him because you knew he was infertile. That way, you wouldn’t have to bear children or abstain for a year.”
Hearing this, Yang Tiehua felt like she might faint on the spot.
Heavens, what kind of shameless person was the original host, to say something like that even to her own father?
Was she not afraid everyone would know about her excessive desires?
“ Tiehua, if you regret it, I can agree to a divorce. I won’t hold you back,” Fu Ziheng said softly.
Before Yang Tiehua could respond, Yang Jiujin spoke up. “Daughter, regretting it already? Then just divorce. Your father will find you someone better.”
Yang Tiehua forced out a strained smile. “Dad, you’re really good to me. But please, don’t spoil me like this anymore.”
What kind of family treats divorce so casually?
And this was still the 1980s. Her father’s thinking was so progressive it felt like it had leapt forty years ahead.
“I only have one daughter. If I’m not good to you, who would I be good to?” Yang Jiujin clearly didn’t catch the deeper meaning in her words.
“Doctor, quickly, come check on my sister. Her stomach hurts again!”
Yang Tiechui practically dragged the doctor into the room.
By the time they reached the doorway, one of the doctor’s shoes had already fallen off.
Yang Tiechui didn’t even bother picking it up. “Check my sister first. The shoe doesn’t matter.”
Seeing the doctor’s resigned expression as he approached her in one shoe, Yang Tiehua felt a bit embarrassed. The doctor pursed his lips and asked, “How bad is the pain? Can you endure it? If not, take another painkiller. For menstrual cramps like this, there’s no better treatment for now.”
Yang Tiehua quickly replied, “It’s fine, thank you, doctor. You can go attend to your work. I’ll just take a painkiller.”
Yang Tiechui still wanted to ask more, but Yang Tiehua stopped him. “Big brother, I’m not in as much pain anymore. I’m fine. Let’s go home. Staying in the hospital costs money.”
She couldn’t justify being hospitalized just for menstrual cramps.
“Daughter, but you fainted earlier. I’m worried about you going back today,” Yang Jiujin said anxiously.
“Xiaohua, how about some brown sugar egg soup? Every time you had cramps before, I made this for you, and it always helped.”
Mother Fu brought over a bowl of sweet brown sugar soup with eggs.
Seeing the bowl with two eggs floating in it, Yang Tiehua’s nose stung slightly. “Thank you, Mom.”
“Xiaohua, no need to be so polite with me. If anything, I should be thanking you. If it weren’t for you and your family, Ziheng’s leg might have been ruined for life.”
As she spoke, Mother Fu’s eyes reddened, though she still wore a smile.
“So that means Brother Ziheng’s leg can be healed?” Yang Tiehua immediately caught the key point.
Mother Fu nodded. “We got to the hospital in time. The doctor said it can still be treated. Medicine has already been applied, and we just need to come back every three days to change it. It will gradually recover.”
Hearing this, Yang Tiehua was overjoyed. “That’s great. I knew Brother Ziheng’s leg could be cured. How much will it cost? Is 200 yuan enough? If not, I’ll work hard to earn more.”
Hearing this, Yang Jiujin’s eyes widened. “Daughter, you gave all 200 yuan to treat Fu Ziheng’s leg?”
Yang Tiehua felt a little guilty at his reaction. After thinking for a moment, she pulled him aside. “Dad, I’ll explain this to you later.”
Then she turned to Fu Ziheng. “Brother Ziheng, you and Mom go back first. I want to return to my parents’ home.”
She had already wanted to have a proper talk with her father, and now was the perfect opportunity.
Fu Ziheng did not refuse. After saying “alright,” he left with Mother Fu, leaving the brown sugar soup behind.
“Daughter, you’re coming home with us? That’s wonderful. I’ll go buy some groceries and cook a good meal. Your brother will take you back shortly,” Yang Jiujin said happily, already heading out.
Yang Tiehua quickly stopped him. “Dad, no need to buy anything special. We’ll just eat whatever we have at home. You and big brother can take me back first. I want to talk with you.”
Yang Jiujin scratched his head awkwardly. “Well… daughter, we happen to be out of food at home. I need to buy some.”
Seeing his reaction, Yang Tiehua immediately understood something and smiled. “Alright, we’ll buy it later. For now, you and big brother take me back. I want to chat with you.”
Yang Jiujin never refused her requests and readily agreed.
But the moment they returned to the residential compound, Yang Tiehua headed straight for the kitchen, startling Yang Jiujin, who quickly blocked her. “Daughter, the kitchen is dirty. Don’t go in.”