My husband, seeing that I was pregnant, instructed the kitchen to make nourishing soups for me. At first, my younger sister thought they tasted good, but after a while, she got tired of them.,I was just thinking, sister has worked so hard for the Hou family for so many years, and she still prays every day in front of Buddha for the well-being and safety of our whole family. She truly can't be more hardworking. It's time to give her some compensation. 。After saying that, Lin Xiuhua turned her head and said, “Come on, hurry up and bring the soup to your sister.” 。To show her sincerity, Xia Zhiyu felt a bit nauseous the moment she saw the soup. She lightly turned her head away, trying to avoid the pungent, greasy smell. 。Just as I was about to say a polite word of thanks, two gossipy women who were standing next to Lin Xiuhua suddenly stepped forward, one on each side, and grabbed Xia Zhiyu's arms. 。"What do you want to do" Xia Zhiyu struggled instinctively, but instead of breaking free, she was held even tighter. 。These two must be powerful, their strength is immense. They squeezed Xia Zhiyu's arms with such force that it felt like her bones were going to break. 。But within a few breaths, Xia Zhiyu's forehead was dotted with beads of sweat, and her back was suddenly drenched in cold sweat. 。“What are you doing” Lin Xiufen tilted her head slightly, her face innocent and harmless. She supported her waist and walked slowly towards Xia Zhiyu, stopping at a place she felt safe. “Sister, don’t you think you’ve been in Madam Hou’s position for too long You're a woman who can't bear children, so what right do you have to hold this position It's all because your sister is too disrespectful that her younger sister had to resort to such measures.” 。I have a child now, and I have to think about the child. I can't let him be a bastard, you... you are getting in the way. 。"Speaking of this, Lin Xiufen's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Remember to clean it up, the silver... I won't allow you to..." 。Xia Zhiyu's last memory was of two greedy eyes and the violent churning in her stomach. After the excruciating pain, there was only darkness. 。,After washing her hands, Xia Zhiyu, whose face was as pale as paper, was helped back onto the bed. This time, she did not lie down, but leaned against the pillow her aunt had placed behind her waist, carefully examining her mother. 。Although it might seem unbelievable, ... no matter if it's the aunt's hand or his hand, there are no calluses on top of them. 。This is not a hand, or rather, this is not the hand of many years hence. 。。