Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
However, just as Su Ning approached Qin Zhenzhen, she genuinely vomited the lunch onto Su Ningâs shoes.
If she were to expel the contents of her stomach, it wouldnât taste as pleasant.
Qin Zhenzhen attempted to push Su Ning away, but it was too late.
âIâm sorry, little sister⦠I dirtied your shoes.â
Qin Zhenzhen felt a bit embarrassed.
Su Ning waved it off. âItâs fine, itâs fine. I can change them. More importantly, are you feeling better now?â
She shot another accusing glance at her third brother, as if to say: This is all because of you!
Then, Su Ning gently suggested to Qin Zhenzhen, âThird Sister-in-law, let Third Brother help you back to your room. Iâll bring you some new sour plums.
Eating them might help with your nausea.â
With that, Su Ning hurried into the house to retrieve the sour plums.
While Qin Zhenzhen used the sour plums to deceive people, Su Ning believed that importing them might alleviate pregnancy symptoms.
Feeling a sudden sigh escape her, Qin Zhenzhen contemplated her actions.
âWife, why are you sighing?ân/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Su Bin frowned. Was she overacting?
First, she pretended to vomit, and then she genuinely did.
Why did she need to go to such lengths?
Yet, as he looked closer at Qin Zhenzhenâs face and felt the cold sweat on her palms, he grew concerned. âWife, are you truly unwell?â
Qin Zhenzhenâs face paled. She frowned and said, âMm⦠I feel really uncomfortable. Letâs go back to the room.â
âOkay!â
Su Bin promptly assisted her back to their room.
Before they reached the door, Qin Zhenzhen vomited once again. Su Bin blamed himself. âItâs all my fault. If I hadnât played with you, this wouldnât have happened.â
His intention was merely to experience the swing himself and see if someone unfamiliar with such exhilarating motions could handle it.
In reality, Qin Zhenzhen had suggested they play together due to her playful nature, and Su Bin had simply agreed out of politeness.
Unexpectedly, Qin Zhenzhen shot Su Bin a bitter look. âOf course, itâs your fault! â
This puzzled Su Bin.
However, observing that Qin Zhenzhenâs distress was genuine, Su Bin chose not to argue. He carried her princess-style all the way to the bed.
In the midst of this, Su Ning returned with the sour plums she had gone to fetch.
Swiftly picking one up with chopsticks, she inserted it into Qin Zhenzhenâs mouth.
Surprisingly, as the sour taste reached her stomach, Qin Zhenzhen immediately felt a lessening of discomfort.
She couldnât help but ask Su Ning for another one.
âGive me the jar of sour plums. These new ones taste even better than the previous ones.â
Qin Zhenzhen hadnât anticipated the unique flavor of the Shanglin plums. They seemed almost like a panacea, swiftly alleviating the discomfort in her stomach.
She craved more.
Su Ning happily handed the entire jar of sour plums to Qin Zhenzhen.
Su Binâs eyes hurt.
Just moments ago, he believed his wife was genuinely unwell, and now, a sour plum had seemingly cured her. Was this all an act?
In this moment, Su Bin found himself truly impressed by Qin Zhenzhenâs ability to act so convincingly.
His wifeâs skills in internal strength cultivation must be at a remarkable level.
It appeared that he needed to diligently catch up to his wifeâs prowess. Su Ning chuckled. âI knew it. Sour plums are truly the best!â
âThird Sister-in-law, Iâve heard from those older ladies that sour cravings indicate a boy, my dear nephew!â
âIf you believe the plums from Shanglin are superior to those in the capital, Iâll promptly buy more.. Itâs never wrong to stock up!â