Chapter 48 Make Up for It: Do You Know Who I Am?

"Do you think this is growing vegetables?" Song Fenglan asked, looking at the earthworm in her son's hand.

"Mom, didn't you say that if an earthworm is cut in half, it can become two earthworms?" Qin Zihang didn't find earthworms scary at all, and was even holding one in his hand.

Song Fenglan didn't want to touch earthworms at all. She disliked earthworms and caterpillars, and if she encountered them, she would never step on them; she would simply stay far away. Song Fenglan never imagined that her son could actually hold an earthworm in his hand. Children really are fearless.

"Put it aside for now. Not everything can be handled with your hands. Aren't you afraid of getting bitten?" Song Fenglan said.

“This is not a little snake,” Qin Zihang said.

"..." Song Fenglan remained silent. Her son knew that the little snake should not be pinched.

Qin Yizhou finished cooking and called Song Fenglan and her son to eat, "Eat, come and eat."

"It's time to eat. Put it aside," Song Fenglan said.

"It will run away," Qin Zihang said. "Can we put it away?"

Having no other option, Song Fenglan found a bottle and asked Qin Yizhou to help Qin Zihang put the earthworms in it, while she refused to do so herself.

Qin Yizhou hadn't seen his son holding the earthworm, but now that he had, he said to his son, "Don't bring it in front of your mother, she's scared."

"Will Mom be scared?" Qin Zihang didn't understand. "Earthworms are tiny, they don't bite, and they can even feed the chicks."

“Not everyone likes earthworms,” Qin Yizhou said.

“Mommy didn’t say she was scared,” Qin Zihang said. “If baby likes it, doesn’t Mommy like it too?”

“What the baby likes, the mother may not like,” Qin Yizhou said.

"The baby likes Daddy, but Mommy might not like Daddy, is that right?" Qin Zihang asked.

"..." At this moment, Qin Yizhou felt that his son should be spanked for saying that his mother might not like his father.

Qin Yizhou helped his son put the earthworms away, then took his son to wash his hands before letting Qin Zihang sit down at the table to eat.

"Steamed egg custard." Qin Yizhou scooped a little steamed egg custard for Qin Zihang. The custard was tender. "Eat."

“Mom, earthworms aren’t scary, don’t be afraid,” Qin Zihang said.

"Let's eat." Song Fenglan didn't want to hear Qin Zihang mention earthworms at the dinner table; those were earthworms.

"Mother……"

"Eat quickly, then you can go play," Qin Yizhou said. "Tomorrow, we'll have chicks."

"Okay." Qin Zihang picked up a spoon and scooped up some rice. He wanted to eat more rice; he couldn't eat too little. He had to eat more.

On the first day of the new year, Fatty Sister came and brought Song Fenglan two little chicks. The two little chicks had yellow down and were still very small.

"Let's raise them for now. If they don't grow big enough, we'll catch them later," said the plump woman. "We can keep them in the yard and kill them to eat during festivals."

Aunt Pang had previously raised two chickens, which she had already slaughtered for food, and then she raised two chicks. Thinking that Grandma Fang next door had no problem raising so many chickens, Aunt Pang was also considering raising two more chicks, preferably with a hen to lay eggs.

"Thank you." Song Fenglan gave the money for catching the chicks to the fat woman.

"Grow some cabbages or something in your yard," said the plump woman. "Whether the cabbages grow big or small is fine. The chicks can eat some cabbage leaves, so they'll have something to eat and won't have to eat our feed."

Song Fenglan and her husband didn't have much time to take care of the fruits and vegetables, so the greens in the yard weren't growing well. The flowers they planted earlier weren't thriving either. However, with some plants and flowers, the chicks could at least get some food. They could also get some vegetable leaves and corn kernels to feed the chickens.

Grandma Fang raised five chickens in the backyard, as Fatty Sister-in-law had seen. Grandma Fang had caught the chicks and started raising them last October, and some of the hens were already laying eggs.

Since individuals can't do business on their own now, Grandma Fang sometimes takes eggs and exchanges them with other neighbors for other things. It's not a big problem, and nobody says anything. As long as she's not selling things on the black market, and she doesn't get caught or reported, there's no problem.

Grandma Fang had lived in the countryside for many years and was quite skilled at raising chickens. Gao Xiuxiu had originally worked at the supply and marketing cooperative, where they sold vegetables and the like, and Grandma Fang would sometimes go there to collect rotten vegetable leaves.

Eggs are a good thing, but if you replace them with whole grains, you can get more things in return.

When Gao Xiuxiu was in her postpartum confinement period, Grandma Fang cooked some eggs for her and killed a chicken; that was it. Grandma Fang felt she was being quite kind to Gao Xiuxiu. When she herself was in her postpartum confinement period, she didn't even have chicken or eggs. She could only eat a few eggs if she gave birth to a son, and even then, she had to work after giving birth. But Gao Xiuxiu had given birth to a daughter, and her mother-in-law was still giving her eggs—that was very kind of her.

Grandma Fang gets a headache just thinking about her two daughters. She really doesn't like her granddaughters at all. If only one of them were a grandson.

"These two children..." Grandma Fang made egg drop soup, a little more so that the whole family could have some.

Grandma Fang scooped the eggs out of the pot and gave them to Fang Xudong. It's not that she doesn't care about her son; he needs extra nutrition during his military training. As for Gao Xiuxiu, there's no need for her to eat so well. She should be happy to have something to eat; why would she want eggs? There's egg drop soup available.

When Gao Xiuxiu saw Grandma Fang's actions, she looked at the remaining egg drop soup, which was just a few crumbs with some seaweed in it.

Nancheng is located by the sea, and the province is a coastal city, so there are quite a few things like seaweed. People live off the land and the sea.

"Eat up." Grandma Fang looked at Gao Xiuxiu. "What's wrong? You can't eat because the food doesn't look good? Isn't this food good? There are eggs in it."

"Mom, don't we still have eggs at home?" Gao Xiuxiu said. "We can fry some eggs."

“There are so many people in the family, and we have to eat three meals a day separately,” Grandma Fang said. “Two hens lay eggs, but they don’t lay eggs every day. You think you can eat eggs every meal? What are you thinking? Didn’t you eat enough when you were pregnant? You even said you were carrying a boy, and look what happened.”

When it came to her child, Gao Xiuxiu lost her temper, all because she had given birth to a daughter.

Gao Xiuxiu didn't say that there was a problem with Grandma Fang giving Fang Xudong so much egg drop soup. Fang Xudong put some of the egg drop soup into his eldest daughter's bowl.

"Let the child eat," Fang Xudong said.

"The children have food," Grandma Fang said. "You eat yours."

"It's better to feed the child. The child is still young and needs to eat more," Fang Xudong said. "Eating good food will help him gain more weight."

Fang Xudong looked at other people's children, then at his own, and realized his child was far too thin and small. Children of the same age were all chubby and healthy; the neighbor's wife, Song Fenglan, and others had raised their children very well; and the other children in the compound were all growing up beautifully. His own child, however, was far inferior to them.

People who don't know the situation might think the child has no food at home.

Fang Xudong didn't want his child to always be so thin and small. What would he say if others saw her like that and asked him what happened? This was his own daughter, not a child he'd picked up off the street. He needed to make sure she ate more.

The eldest daughter looked up at Fang Xudong, who smiled and said, "Eat."

"Eat," Grandma Fang said to her eldest granddaughter.

"Mom," Fang Xudong looked at his mother, "We adults are fine, but the child is still so young. Please boil the eggs in the house for the child."

"Why would a little girl eat eggs?" Grandma Fang frowned. "A little bit is good enough."

"Give the child some food," Fang Xudong said. "Our child is so thin and small, smaller than other children his age. Mom, we can't let other people say we haven't fed the child."

“You saw it too, there was no food for her, I even fed her myself,” Grandma Fang said.

Fang Xudong's eldest daughter dared not throw a tantrum. The little girl had already sensed her mother's attitude towards her since her pregnancy, and she was very well-behaved during mealtimes. If she didn't eat obediently, her grandmother wouldn't feed her, and she would have to go hungry, only managing to eat a little more at mealtimes.

“If the child grows up to be good-looking, she can take care of her younger siblings in the future.” Fang Xudong knew his mother’s personality, so he could only say this. “You are her grandmother, and she will be filial to you in the future.”

"That's nice to say, but she'll get married someday," Grandma Fang said. "Fine, fine, if you want her to eat, then let her eat. She's my own granddaughter, how could I treat her too badly?"

Grandma Fang was mainly worried about upsetting Fang Xudong, and also because she hadn't paid attention before.

My granddaughter almost drowned, so it's fine if the eggs are given to her, but not to the second granddaughter. Firstly, she's too young to eat them, and secondly, she already ate a lot while she was in her mother's womb.

With the arrival of chicks at home, our dog, Fuwangwang, has temporarily fallen out of favor.

Qin Zihang kept thinking about digging up earthworms to feed the chicks, and yesterday he poured the earthworms he had collected in front of the chicks.

"Isn't it too big? Should we cut it up?" Qin Zihang asked.

Qin Zihang hurried to the kitchen to get a cleaver; he wanted to use it to cut earthworms.

Fortunately, Qin Yizhou noticed in time and instead of letting Qin Zihang use the kitchen knife to cut the earthworms, he had Qin Zihang use a different small knife.

"Just leave this knife here, don't take it into the room," Qin Yizhou instructed Qin Zihang.

Qin Zihang actually took a knife and was about to cut the earthworm in half, but before he could do it, the chick ate the earthworm.

"It ate it, it ate it." Qin Zihang exclaimed in surprise, "How did it eat it? It's so long, it ate it, it ate it!"

These chicks weren't just born; they were several days old. Slightly older chicks are easier to raise, which is why Sister Pang carefully selected them.

"Mom, the chicks are eating earthworms!" Qin Zihang insisted on shouting into the room so his mother could see. "Mom, come quick!"

Song Fenglan went to the backyard and saw the chicks chirping there.

"Mom, I want to dig for earthworms, and I want to dig more," Qin Zihang said. "I also want to raise earthworms, lots and lots of earthworms."

"..." Song Fenglan remained silent. In her previous life, there were indeed farms that raised earthworms, and earthworm farming was quite large-scale. Earthworms could also be used in medicine and had many benefits. However, the thought of Qin Zihang raising earthworms made Song Fenglan reluctant to watch.

“There will be earthworms in the yard, no need to raise them,” Qin Yizhou said. “Plant some vegetables, and there will be earthworms in the ground.”

"You can use vegetable leaves to feed chicks and earthworms?" Qin Zihang asked.

"Earthworms eat soil, not vegetable leaves," Qin Yizhou said.

"Can you eat soil? Why don't you eat vegetable leaves? Vegetable leaves are so tender and green, we even stir-fry them to eat." Qin Zihang said, "I eat them too, I eat them properly, I don't refuse to eat any. Earthworms are so small, it's because earthworms are picky eaters."

"..." Song Fenglan remained silent, letting Qin Yizhou go and talk to his son.

“Being a picky eater is wrong. Mom says it’s bad for your nutrition,” Qin Zihang said. “You have to eat everything so you can grow tall and become smarter.”

“Earthworms don’t need to be very smart,” Qin Yizhou said.

"But earthworms aren't smart, so won't the chicks become dull too?" Qin Zihang asked. "If I eat the chicks that grow up, will they also become dull and not smart?"

Qin Yizhou wondered if Qin Zihang understood cause and effect, and whether such a cause and effect relationship existed.

“Every creature eats different foods,” Qin Yizhou said. “Earthworms like to eat soil. They also have roots in vegetables, and earthworms can loosen the soil around the vegetables.”

“Oh, they’re friends. Earthworms don’t eat their friends,” Qin Zihang said.

“That’s true…” That was all Qin Yizhou could say. He looked at his wife, noticing that his son was increasingly fond of asking these questions.

These questions were so strange that Qin Yizhou sometimes didn't know how to answer them, afraid of giving the wrong answer and having his son remember the wrong one. Although his son would learn more after starting school, it was best for parents not to be instilled with incorrect knowledge by their children.

"Chicks, chicks." Qin Zihang stared at the chicks, then he thought of something else, "Mom, the chicks don't have names yet, we need to give them names."

"You choose," Song Fenglan said. "Think about it, what name should we choose?"

"Can we call them Xiao Yi and Xiao Er?" Qin Zihang asked. "Yi Yi and Er Er are fine too. They don't need to write their names, and they don't need to worry about their names being changed."

Qin Zihang still likes this name and is very persistent in it. Now he has finally gotten the two chicks to have this name.

Song Fenglan couldn't help but think how fortunate it was that she and Qin Yizhou didn't plan to have another brother or sister for Qin Zihang. Otherwise, would Qin Zihang have thought of giving his younger siblings names like this, saying that they were small and needed names that were easy to write? He wouldn't let anyone change their names.

It's funny to think about, Song Fenglan chuckled.

"Mom, is it okay?" Qin Zihang asked again.

“Ask your father,” Song Fenglan said.

"Dad, is it okay?" Qin Zihang said, "You can't call him Yi Yi, but the little chick can be called Yi Yi."

"Go ahead and call him that, go ahead and call him that." Qin Yizhou rubbed his temples. Kids always have so many questions. How could he refuse to let a child call him "little chick" like that? Anyway, no one calls Qin Yizhou "Yiyi"; they all call him Qin Tuan, Qin Yizhou, or Yizhou.

Yi-yi, the chick can have this name.

"Mom, can we make a mark?" Qin Zihang asked again, "Put one dot on it, and two dots. One dot is 'one one,' and two dots are 'two two.'"

Although the chicks would molt, Song Fenglan still asked Qin Yizhou to find ink and put it on the chicks.

Then, Zhang Xiaohu noticed ink spots on the two chicks and wanted his mother to do the same. Aunt Pang, however, didn't intend to do it. She planned to wait until the chicks were a little older and then clip their wings, which would also serve as a marker so they wouldn't easily fly away.

The result of Fatty's disapproval was that Zhang Xiaohu made a mess of a bottle of ink. This bottle of ink was kindly provided by Qin Zihang; children often watch their parents take things and know where some things are kept in the house.

When Fatty saw that there was ink everywhere in the backyard, and then looked at Zhang Xiaohu's face which was also covered in ink, she didn't know what to say.

Qin Zihang wasn't at the Zhang family's house; he was watching TV at home. His eyes kept glancing outside—was his older brother, Little Tiger, still not done?

"Is this your ink?" The plump woman brought the last bit of ink to Song Fenglan's house. "There's only this little bit left. I'll buy you a bottle another day."

"No need," Song Fenglan quickly said. "This is ink; the child shouldn't think it's something to drink, should he?"

"No, no, he was trying to put ink spots on the chicks, but he didn't do it properly and got ink everywhere, including on himself." The fat woman was so angry at Zhang Xiaohu's actions that she laughed.

"Zihang, did you get the ink for Xiaohu?" Song Fenglan asked Qin Zihang.

Qin Zihang quickly ran to Song Fenglan and hugged her leg. "Mom, Brother Xiaohu is very nice. He helped me dig up earthworms. Mom, didn't you say that we should reciprocate and help each other out?"

"You really know how to do this." Song Fenglan's lips twitched slightly. "Those things can't be eaten, just don't eat them randomly."

Song Fenglan was worried that the child would run off and eat things that shouldn't be eaten. Children can't distinguish between what they can and can't eat, and that's just how they like to do things.

"I won't eat it, I won't eat it," Qin Zihang said. "It's really hard to eat."

"Have you eaten?" Song Fenglan asked.

"I didn't, Brother Xiaohu licked it," Qin Zihang said.

“…” Song Fenglan looked at the plump woman, “This ink…”

"Just one lick, is it okay?" The plump woman frowned. "He seemed perfectly fine to me."

“This ink, licking it won’t cause any major problems, and even drinking it won’t be a problem,” Song Fenglan said. “This ink is drinkable; it’s made using ancient methods. But generally, no one drinks ink. Let’s keep an eye on it and be extra careful tonight. If there are any problems, contact us immediately.”

Song Fenglan realized that Qin Zihang had given her the ink, and her own son hadn't even licked it, yet Zhang Xiaohu had. Song Fenglan offered a brief explanation, but she was still worried that something might happen to Zhang Xiaohu.

"That's alright," said the plump woman. "He even licked that awful ink. Does he think drinking it will make him smarter? Shouldn't we buy you a bottle?"

“No need,” Song Fenglan said. “I specially chose this ink because I was afraid the child might accidentally drink it, so I chose this kind.”

Song Fenglan hadn't expected that she still couldn't prevent Zhang Xiaohu from licking her. Song Fenglan looked at Qin Zihang.

This child must have given the ink to Zhang Xiaohu while Madam Su was home and Qin Yizhou was in the kitchen.

"Mom, I didn't drink it." Qin Zihang said guiltily, "I didn't let Brother Xiaohu drink it. I know that you can't eat that."

"Don't blame Zihang, it's just that Xiaohu likes to try things. Kids are all like that, curious," said the plump woman. "Don't blame Zihang, it's just kids playing together."

“I don’t blame him.” Song Fenglan looked at Qin Zihang, who was looking down at the ground.

"You scared Zihang," said the plump woman. "I didn't come here to blame you, I just wanted to compensate you for the bottle of ink. Since you said it's okay, I won't. I need to go give Xiaohu a bath and wash his clothes; hopefully, it'll wash away the black stains."

"Yes. Boys are just mischievous."

After the fat woman left, Song Fenglan looked at Qin Zihang, who was clinging to her leg, once again.

“Next time, you’re not allowed to play with ink,” Song Fenglan said.

"It wasn't me playing, it was Brother Xiaohu playing," Qin Zihang explained, indicating that this had nothing to do with him.

"Neither you nor Xiaohu should play with ink," Song Fenglan said. "This ink is alright, but other inks might be different. You can't drink other inks, understand?"

"I didn't drink it, it was Brother Xiaohu who licked it himself." Qin Zihang said, sounding a little aggrieved.

Song Fenglan thought she needed to put away the fountain pen ink properly, since it wasn't calligraphy ink. The bottle of ink that the fat woman had just held was calligraphy ink, which Song Fenglan had thought she could use to practice calligraphy or draw when she needed to pass the time.

Song Fenglan kept some things in her study, and she didn't allow anyone else to go there, so Qin Zihang didn't dare to go in either. Song Fenglan didn't lock the study door, mainly because she couldn't just leave important things lying around.

"There won't be a next time." Qin Zihang shook his little head. "Mommy, there won't be a next time."

"Alright," Song Fenglan said, "Go find your father."

Song Fenglan asked Qin Yizhou to keep a closer eye on Qin Zihang. The child used to be very well-behaved, but now she felt that he was much more naughty than before, and she had a feeling that Qin Zihang was turning into a brat.

On a new day, at the research institute, Song Fenglan met Professor Su while having lunch in the cafeteria.

“Uncle,” Song Fenglan said.

"I heard you want to go to university?" Professor Su asked.

“Yes, I want to go to university,” Song Fenglan said. “Everything is getting back on track, and I’m wondering if the college entrance exam will be reinstated. If it is, I’ll take it. If my workplace recommends someone else, I’ll let them go. But most of the people in my workplace have already gone to university.”

“A small number of people haven’t gone to university, but they do other things that don’t require a university education,” Professor Su said. “If you want to go to university, that’s not impossible. We can recommend you to one.”

Given Song Fenglan's current abilities, she doesn't need to go to university at all; she can get a diploma directly, and she can even become a teacher and instruct those students directly.

“No need for recommendations,” Song Fenglan said. “I prefer to rely on my own abilities. If the college entrance examination is reinstated, I’ll take it directly; that would be the best. I can’t let people think I rely on connections.”

"Where did you get connections?" Professor Su said. "If your uncle knew about your abilities, he would be very happy and would praise you. However... given your uncle's personality, he might say a few harsh words to you, but not quite. No, no, you're a girl, so your uncle would be gentler."

Professor Su thought that Song Fenglan was Song Xingyun's niece, and Song Xingyun should treat his niece better. Girls are not boys, so he should treat girls better and not scare the child.

“I’ve never met my uncle since I can remember, I’ve only seen his photos,” Song Fenglan said. “Uncle, it’s better to rely on your own abilities. I work in a confidential unit, so many people don’t know my capabilities. I got into university on my own, so people should say I’m capable.”

"you……"

“Zihang is growing up, and as his mother, I have to set a good example for him,” Song Fenglan said. “It has to be an example that everyone can see.”

Song Fenglan and the others couldn't tell Qin Zihang about these internal affairs of the research institute. Qin Zihang didn't know much, and neither did outsiders. People might even say that Song Fenglan relied on her uncle's connections, and Song Fenglan hoped for an opportunity to prove her abilities to everyone.

"You are a good mother," Professor Su said with emotion.

"This is my first time being a mother, and I'm trying my best to learn how to be one," Song Fenglan said. "I'm striving to do a better job and do more so that my child doesn't think I'm an incompetent mother."

"You did very well." Professor Su thought Song Fenglan had done an excellent job.

Research on fourth-generation fighter jets is already underway abroad, and some of those jets have already taken off.

This was true in Song Fenglan's past life, and it is true in this life as well.

In parallel universes, many major events and directions are consistent.

In her previous life, Song Fenglan mainly participated in the research of fifth-generation fighter jets, which also had intelligent programs. However, the intelligent programs are not as powerful now, so it's best for them to first develop a cutting-edge fourth-generation fighter jet, at least not to lag behind foreign countries.

Domestically developed fighter jets, which are based on and modified from fighter jets from other countries, are still significantly weaker.

Song Fenglan is not a pilot, but a researcher. A few days ago, Song Fenglan witnessed the pilots' training; she also gave lessons to them. The new fighter jets were different from the older models, and the pilots needed to understand them better.

After a while, the new fighter jet will conduct its first test flight.

Song Fenglan still needs to focus her attention on fighter jets. As for preparing for the college entrance examination, she thinks she's good at math, physics, chemistry, and English, so she doesn't need to prepare too much. Her Chinese should be okay too; if anything, it's biology, where she'll be much weaker.

Biology courses tend to follow a set pattern; read the book more and take more notes.

If you do well in other subjects, a slightly lower score in biology won't matter much. But if you have to take subjects like politics or history, that will be much harder.

Song Fenglan naturally wanted to study science; she wouldn't compete with others in humanities, because she couldn't.

"I'm thinking I'll review biology a bit when I have time, that should be enough," Song Fenglan said. "I'm not aiming to be the top scorer in the province."

Song Fenglan didn't set her goals too high; her target was Nancheng University. As long as she could get into Nancheng University, that would be enough. Why did she have to show extraordinary talent? Becoming the top scorer in the province was too difficult, and Song Fenglan didn't want to work too hard.

"The college entrance examination might actually be reinstated," Professor Su said. "If you're thinking of taking the exam, then you should wait."

Professor Su thought it was a good idea for Song Fenglan to take the college entrance exam and set an example for Qin Zihang. Getting into university through her own abilities would be visible to everyone, which would improve Song Fenglan's reputation and benefit Qin Zihang as well.

In the capital, Tian Keshu went on many blind dates but didn't meet anyone suitable. She looked down on those men, subconsciously comparing them to Brother Qin.

A first marriage is still a first marriage; how can a second marriage compare to a first marriage?

Tian Keshu has given birth before, and her family is not well-off, so it's too difficult for her to find a good man.

"What exactly do you want?" Mother Tian asked angrily. "You stay at home all day without a job, and the food rations at home are all fixed."

Tian's mother thought it would be better for Tian Keshu to go to the countryside as an educated youth, so that Tian Keshu wouldn't have to stay at home.

“Mom, marriage is a lifelong commitment, it can’t be taken lightly,” Tian Keshu said.

“If you still haven’t found a partner in another month, you’ll have to move out too,” Mother Tian said, pointing to the front door.

"Mom," Tian Keshu said, not very happy.

“You’ve been at home long enough; it’s been three months already,” said Mother Tian. “If you continue to stay at home, your sister still won’t be married.”

“Okay, then it’ll be a month,” Tian Keshu said.

When Tian Keshu went to the vicinity of the Qin family, she saw Brother Qin walking with his newlywed wife.

You Yun's attitude towards her stepson and stepdaughter wasn't bad. She didn't target them specifically, nor did she insist that her daughter be overly tolerant. However, her daughter wasn't a member of the Qin family after all. Now that her daughter was here, she still had to be a little more patient in some matters. The Qin family wouldn't treat someone else's child so well.

Brother Qin's stepson and stepdaughter wanted to break free from the influence of their biological mother, so they started calling You Yun "Mom."

"Mom," Tian Keshu's eldest daughter called out to You Yun from the doorway.

At first, Tian Keshu thought her eldest daughter knew she had come, and she even considered leaving. Then, Tian Keshu saw her eldest daughter happily holding You Yun's hand, which stabbed Tian Keshu in the heart several times.

Tian Keshu stood there, heartbroken and leaning against the wall, too afraid to go any further.

Once, when Song Fenglan gave birth, Tian Keshu had even wished that Song Fenglan would die along with her unborn child. She thought that if Song Fenglan were gone, leaving only a child, that would be fine too. Tian Keshu thought that Qin Yizhou would remarry, and that Song Fenglan's situation wouldn't affect the Qin family.

For a moment, Tian Keshu felt like she couldn't breathe. This was her biological daughter. When she looked over again, she heard her biological son call You Yun "Mom".

"Mom, come in quickly, I'm hungry," said Tian Keshu's son.

Tian Keshu covered her chest with her right hand, unable to bear looking, unable to look any longer. Those were her own children, and now they called her their stepmother. What about her, their biological mother? She was their real mother!

As fate would have it, Tian Keshu now felt that her life was constantly falling to the bottom, and she thought that if she had reached the bottom, she could continue to fall to the bottom.

During dinner, You Yun sat at the table serving food to Brother Qin and also to her own daughter.

“Dad, Mom, I have an idea,” You Yun said. “Back then… the one before took the chicken and the money when my sister-in-law was in confinement. Shouldn’t we make up for it now?”

"Make up the money?" Qin's mother looked at You Yun, clearly not expecting You Yun to say that.

“Yes, make up the money.” You Yun said, “Although my sister-in-law’s family is wealthy and her dowry is generous, and she doesn’t care about this money, whether or not to give it to her is our family’s business. We still have to make up the money; that’s our stance.”

"..." Qin's mother didn't think about making up for it, or rather, she thought that giving Qin Yizhou and his wife a house would be enough to make up for it.

“A house is a house, and other things are other things,” You Yun said. “It doesn’t make sense. They got a house, so they can’t use other things.” You Yun added, “What’s due should still be given, so everyone can save face.”

"This..." Qin's mother looked at Qin's father.

“Then I’ll give it to you,” said Qin’s father. “I still have some money here.”

“My husband and I will mail it together,” You Yun said, indicating that she had no intention of keeping the money.

Before marrying into the Qin family, You Yun had already learned about their situation. Qin's father was originally from the countryside and held traditional views; Qin's mother liked to act like a domineering mother-in-law; and while her mother's health wasn't very good, it wasn't terrible. The reason You Yun could say these things and have some influence over the Qin family was mainly because Tian Keshu had gone too far. The Qin family members were still willing to listen to You Yun; as long as You Yun handled things well, there wouldn't be any problems.

More than a week later, Song Fenglan received the money sent by the Qin family. She never expected that this sum of money would actually end up in her hands.

Song Fenglan had no intention of making those people pay her back the money. It wasn't originally hers; the Qin family had said they would give it to her, but they hadn't said it to her face. The Qin family didn't say anything more, and Song Fenglan naturally didn't either.

Song Fenglan already knew what kind of people the Qin family were.

“This is what my sister-in-law asked me to make up for,” Song Fenglan said. “She called over and mentioned it.”

You Yun apologized on the phone, saying that her mother-in-law was older and hadn't noticed, and that Brother Qin wasn't careful enough. She also said that the original word count still applied, and the money had to be made up.

“I think she’s quite capable,” Song Fenglan said.

Song Fenglan said these words only when she and her husband were in the room; she did not say them in front of her son.

“Your parents still listen to her.” Song Fenglan had never met You Yun, but she could tell from You Yun’s actions that You Yun wanted to curry favor with Song Fenglan and did not want to offend her.

"It's not a lot of money," Qin Yizhou said. "It's not that Mom and Dad can't afford it."

“They didn’t take it when we went back home for the New Year,” Song Fenglan said. “They could have taken it, but they didn’t. That’s a matter of attitude.”

Now that You Yun has made the Qin family bring it out, it shows that You Yun knows how to save face.

"Don't worry about them. They gave it to you, so just take it," Qin Yizhou said. "It's what they were supposed to give you."

Besides the money Tian Keshu embezzled, Qin's parents also set aside some money as a bride price for Song Fenglan. You Yun and her husband sent all that money to Song Fenglan, and You Yun even had Qin's mother call to say how much it was, to prevent people from thinking she had embezzled the money.

You Yun doesn't intend to pocket this money; with the bride price, the amount would be a bit larger. But for a family like the Song's, it's really not much. They need to make a statement, letting others know they genuinely want to correct their mistakes.

Aunt Qin also told You Yun that it would be better to make up for the money, and not to ruin a lifetime of harmony for a moment's gain or loss. In front of You Yun, Aunt Qin naturally spoke ill of Tian Keshu and told You Yun not to follow in Tian Keshu's footsteps.

You Yun didn't believe that Tian Keshu became that way because of Song Fenglan. She thought the reason Tian Keshu turned out that way was because the Tian family hadn't raised her properly; the Tian family was inherently bad. Furthermore, the fact that a spy had emerged from the Tian family further proved that the Tian family was no good. What did this have to do with Song Fenglan? It wasn't like Song Fenglan had sent the Tian family members to become spies.

Song Fenglan hoped that You Yun would not be like Tian Keshu. Everyone could maintain a superficial harmony, which was fine, but no one should scheme against anyone else.

Previously, Song Fenglan had been wondering if the original written agreement would be invalid if Brother Qin remarried. If You Yun insisted on saying that, and neither Qin Yizhou nor Song Fenglan accepted it, it would lead to a lot of trouble and arguments. It's best that You Yun is willing to accept the agreement.

"Don't worry about what's happening in the capital." Qin Yizhou put his arm around Song Fenglan. "They can figure out a way to handle it themselves."

“I didn’t expect it,” Song Fenglan said. “My parents have returned to the capital, and all my relatives are fine.”

Song Fenglan no longer needed to worry about them; she only needed to focus on her work. Leaning on Qin Yizhou's shoulder, Song Fenglan said, "Zihang, keep a closer eye on him. He's gotten a bit older and is very active now."

"I'll take care of her, I'll take care of her." Qin Yizhou held Song Fenglan's hand tightly and kissed her forehead.

After Qin's parents took out that sum of money, and having already bought a house for Qin Yizhou, they had significantly less money left. You Yun decided to rent out the house where Qin's older brother had lived for a while, so at least they could earn some rent and their lives wouldn't be too bad.

After spending all that money, Qin's mother had significantly less money left. Qin's father didn't care about those matters anyway, so it was just Qin's mother who felt bad. Qin's mother didn't really want to give that money; she felt that Song Fenglan would never be filial to her, and Qin Zihang was also on Song Fenglan's side. Qin's mother wanted to keep the money. However, since Qin's father had agreed, Qin's mother had no choice but to give up the money.

"It's just some money, the money will come, don't look so miserable." Aunt Qin came to the Qin family and saw that Qin's mother looked like her grandparents had died, which made her uncomfortable. "That money was originally what you were supposed to give her."

“I bought a house last year, and now I’m getting all this…”

"If you had given it to us earlier and gotten everything ready sooner, we wouldn't be feeling so heartbroken about having to spend so much money all at once," said Aunt Qin. "It's not easy to treat all the children equally. And you haven't been fair to them either."

"Whether it's fair or not, it's already like this," Qin's mother said. "The eldest son... he hasn't been promoted yet, and it will be very difficult for him to be promoted in the future."

"It's all because you're blind, treating trash like treasure," Aunt Qin said. "You and your husband are unemployed and stay at home, and you can't even go see your daughter-in-law, you insist on having Tian Keshu go. You can't possibly be unaware of her little tricks, you just didn't care because she was giving those things to your grandchildren. Everyone knows it, don't think Yizhou's daughter-in-law is brainless, she knows very well what she's doing."

On this day, Tian Keshu's younger sister confessed her feelings to a man. She had been staring at this man for a long time and finally mustered up the courage to confess, "I like you, and I want to marry you."

"Do you know who I am?" Song Erge didn't expect Tian Keshu's sister to confess to him, "I am Song Fenglan's second brother!"