Xiuye ​​is, after all, his sister. If she has really been wronged, he can't possibly stand by and do nothing.

But now, it seems that Xiuye ​​herself doesn't want to take the lead.

Even if you insist on standing up for yourself, you'll just be like Pigsy looking in the mirror—unpleasant to both sides.

"Little sister, have you thought this through? Since you made your own choices, don't blame others or fate from now on."

Fu Hongxing looked intently at Fu Xiuye ​​and said something meaningful.

"Can you please stop causing me trouble? My in-laws treat me very well."

Fu Xiuye ​​was afraid that her older brother would really make a scene and then her in-laws would divorce her.

Ultimately, it was because she herself was useless and couldn't give the Zhang family a son.

Fu Hongxing gritted his teeth and nodded after hearing this.

"Alright, since you put it that way, I won't cause you any more trouble."

After saying that, he turned and left.

This time, Fu Xiuye ​​didn't have a chance to stop him.

Watching the resolute figure walk further and further away, Fu Xiuye ​​felt a sudden panic in her heart.

She had a feeling that this time, her older brother really didn't want to acknowledge her as his sister anymore.

However, when she turned around and saw her two daughters who were neatly groomed, she realized she had been overthinking things.

If it weren't for the uncle's wishes, how could Ning Jing possibly have taken good care of her two children?

It's good that the two children are back. She's been so busy these past few days at home all by herself that she felt like she had to lift her feet up to use them.

The two of them are back, which will help with some of the work and make things easier for me.

However, she kept complaining in her heart: since Ning Jing could take care of her two children, why couldn't she come and help her during her postpartum period?

Fu Hongxing, who was seething with anger, felt a pang of discomfort in his chest when he thought of Ning Jing's disappointed expression yesterday.

Since she wants it so much, he should try to find a way to get the cotton as soon as possible. That way, Ning Jing should be very happy!

He went back to the factory and got a letter of introduction from them.

Clutching the letter of introduction, he went out the door.

They didn't get back until very late, and although it wasn't much, they managed to get a bag of cotton.

This bag of cotton should be enough to make a thin mattress.

Sure enough, Ning Jing's delighted expression when she received the bag of cotton made Fu Hongxing feel that all the hard work of the day was worthwhile.

Ning Jing put the cotton into a box, thinking that besides making some bread tomorrow, she would make the rest into mattresses for the children to use as mats when it gets colder.

I put the cotton in the box and then remembered the bra and menstrual belt that I had bought with Sister Guihua before.

She forgot to give this to Xiuhua.

Ning Jing ushered Xiu Hua into the inner room, holding a breast pad and a menstrual belt in her hand.

"This is what I bought for you when I went to town with Sister Guihua."

I was so tired when I got back that I forgot about it; I just remembered.

As he spoke, he stuffed what he was holding into Xiuhua's hand.

She had never discussed matters of menstrual hygiene with anyone, since in that world, girls would go to school at a certain age and learn about menstrual hygiene.

If all else fails, mothers will privately teach their daughters how to behave.

Back then, her grandmother taught her how to get her period.

She didn't feel shy or anything, just a little embarrassed.

Clearly, Xiuhua didn't understand these things.

Seeing the things her sister-in-law had stuffed into her hand, with so little fabric, especially the menstrual belt which was just a piece of cloth tied with two straps, she picked it up curiously and asked, puzzled, "Sister-in-law, what's this for?"