Chapter 156: Everything Has Its Own Cause and Effect

She took some change and took advantage of Luo Yiping's drunkenness to walk to the door of a blind old lady in the next village.

Zhao Jiayun was hesitant, struggling with whether or not to go in, but... for the sake of her future life, she mustered up the courage and went in.

Unlike ordinary people's houses, the blind old lady usually lives alone in her house. Zhao Jiayun heard from the villagers that before the "Four Olds" movement was launched, the old lady used to tell fortunes for people.

Later she retired from fortune-telling. I heard that her eyes were damaged because of fortune-telling.

Zhao Jiayun had no choice but to try every possible means and wrapped herself tightly with a headscarf to avoid being discovered.

The old lady was sitting at the door with a cane. Although she couldn't see anyone with her cloudy eyes, she was staring in the direction of Zhao Jiayun and smiling happily.

"Come?"

It seemed like a normal greeting, but Zhao Jiayun didn't dare to take another step forward and whispered, "I came here today to ask something."

"Every cause has its effect. There is no solution. It is caused by your resentment. No one else can do that."

Zhao Jiayun's face turned blue and white. The old lady knew why he was there, and she told him not to blame others?

How could it be possible? Who allowed me to live my life again? If I had never seen the good days, Zhao Jiayun would not have such a big resentment.

But they were both educated youth. How could Chu Sangning live so well? She came back to her own world and snatched her man away, only to find that nothing had changed.

Luo Yiping is also an alcoholic man who only knows how to go out and drink every day. He doesn't do any of the big and small things at home.

While I'm pregnant, I have to take care of my paralyzed mother-in-law in bed, do laundry and cook. It's all unfair.

The old lady sighed, "Don't be foolish, everything will have its own consequences."

Zhao Jiayun bit her lip and asked another question, "Is it a boy or a girl in my belly?"

The old lady picked up her cane and stood up. Her cloudy eyes were dull. She slowly stretched out her hand and walked into the house, asking, "Don't you know everything?"

Yes, I was pregnant with a girl in my last life.

Zhao Jiayun walked out of the old lady's room with a dead heart and bumped into a person head-on. Seeing Zhao Jiayun coming out of the room, she smiled.

He asked enthusiastically, "You are here to ask her for advice, right?"

Zhao Jiayun curled his lips and nodded.

The woman waved her hands and said unhappily, "She is useless. She is a blind old lady. Sister, I see you are still pregnant, so don't believe this."

"She has done fortune-telling for many people in our village before, but it was not accurate. As time went by, no one came anymore. Don't believe it, it's all fake."

The woman told Zhao Jiayun in a serious tone that the old lady was a fake who only knew how to deceive everyone. She had a problem with her brain and nothing she said could be believed.

Zhao Jiayun looked back. Was it fake? Impossible. What she said was almost exactly what he thought. She even understood what he meant before he opened his mouth.

She listened to the woman's advice and took a bullock cart on the road to the county town. As for the crazy old lady, she stood under the eaves and whispered, "Everything is destined."

Just like Zhao Jiayun's reincarnation and Chu Sangning's experience, everything was already destined and no one could change it.

Zhao Jiayun, who didn't believe in fate, came to the county hospital and used the few dollars she had left to make an appointment to have the baby in her belly checked.

When she went in with the list, the first thing she asked was, "Doctor, is it a boy or a girl in my belly?"

Of course the doctors couldn't tell them. Their profession didn't allow them to tell the pregnant women directly. The female doctor had obviously seen this many times before, so she looked very natural and smiled and refused: "No, we can't tell you."

"It's good whether it's a boy or a girl. Girls are also the little quilts of the family."

Zhao Jiayun refused to listen to the advice and stepped forward to grab the female doctor's hand, and asked excitedly: "I just want to know whether it is a boy or a girl."

"Excuse me."

Zhao Jiayun felt cold all over. The doctor's repeated rejections made her realize that this was not an answer she could accept. She stood there in a daze, tears streaming down her face.

The doctor had no other choice but to try to persuade her gently for a long time, asking her not to get so agitated, as otherwise it might be bad for the child.

Zhao Jiayun sneered, "Really?" It's better if it's not good.

She took the prescription from the doctor and got on the ox cart again, swaying towards home. When she opened the door, she heard Luo Yiping's deafening snoring and the old lady Luo next door was cursing again.

Zhao Jiayun looked at the messy firewood in the yard and the dozen or so unwashed dishes in the kitchen, and rushed into Mrs. Luo's room almost mentally collapsed.

He yelled at her, "Why are you yelling? You just lie paralyzed in bed every day. How dare you yell here?"

Old Mrs. Luo's eyes were wide open, as if she was about to spit fire. She raised her head and cursed at Zhao Jiayun, "You little bastard, I didn't ask you to raise me. This is my son and my home. Get out of here, you outsider."

"Your son? How come your son didn't show up when you were paralyzed in bed?" Zhao Jiayun was very angry when she thought about the days of compromise and said with her hands on her waist, "It's all my fault. I washed your sheets and quilt covers for you."

"You old bitch, you can't even go to the toilet by yourself, you eat, drink, defecate and urinate in bed every day, and you still have the nerve to live."

"I'm pregnant and can't take care of you. You can just be a burden to your son. Let your filial son stay by your bedside and feed you every day."

Old Mrs. Luo was so furious that she kept coughing for a while. She seemed to be unable to breathe. She glared at Zhao Jiayun, staring at him, her breathing was slightly short, and her chest was heaving up and down.

Zhao Jiayun was worried that Mrs. Luo might faint from anger, so he cursed at her a few more times before leaving, holding her stomach. Mrs. Luo was left lying on the bed, cursing and crying silently.

Her beloved son Luo Yiping had no time to pay attention to her and was in a drunken and confused state.

The hangover had not completely disappeared until the next morning. Luo Yiping found himself lying under the bed. Although there was a quilt under him, he was still very cold, and his hands and feet were cold.

He held back his anger and stood up. He rubbed his forehead and sat up. He put on a coat and went out to question Zhao Jiayun, "What did I do yesterday? My face hurts."

Zhao Jiayun only cooked his own meal, snorted coldly and said in a sinister tone: "You have come to Jiang Xingyan's house to make trouble, and he will slap you three times."

"Noise?"

"Yeah, you can do anything when you're drunk. If someone gets angry, they'll slap you. I'm a pregnant woman, and I can't fight with them, can I?"