"Why is it taking so long to pick some vegetables? Are you letting people die?"

"The Third Miss is always slow to respond, Mother, please wait a while longer."

The sharp, gossipy voices of the women reached Su Nuo's ears. She stirred, waking in the icy, biting mud pit. Half her body was nearly numb with cold, only the right hand resting on her stomach retained a faint sense of feeling.

Spring Equinox has just passed, but the cold wind is still biting. It rained a little this morning, and now the ground is frozen solid.

Nuo moved his son to lay on the ground, Su Nuo looked at the gray sky, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

He cried, having spent most of his life, finally reaching the pinnacle of culinary arts. But it had only been three days before he was gone. As for smiling, Su Nuo looked at his still flat stomach, and a smile appeared on his cold face.

In my past life, I spent all my savings but still couldn't save my uterus from illness, and I wasn't able to have a healthy baby.

Forget it, fame and fortune can be regained, but a little life is hard-won.

Emerging from the mud pit, the sun had already set. Golden light illuminated the path as Su Nuo picked up the scattered leaves on the ground and crushed them in her palm before taking slow steps towards the nearby hut.

On the eve of the Lunar New Year, letting a pregnant woman out to pick vegetables is beyond acceptable. What if she gets hurt? It's unforgivable!

"Mother, Third Sister is back. I'll wash the vegetables. Third Sister must be tired."

"What are you washing? Just carrying a child, right? Back then, I was still working in the fields with my belly, and you're adding firewood? Go wash the vegetables!"

The closer Su Nuo got, the more anger she felt building up in her chest.

Ah, life for pregnant women in the past was difficult, I understand. But now that things are better, why make it harder on them?

Su Nuo lowered her head, her hands suddenly clutching her stomach. After a whimper, she knelt to the ground.

He stared straight at his second sister-in-law, Shen Taohua, ten steps away, and cried out sorrowfully: "Second Sister-in-law! Save my children!"

"This is her husband's first child!"

Just as Shen Taohua was about to go inside to build a fire, she heard the sound and turned her head. She saw this scene instantly, her mind went blank, and before she could say anything, her sister-in-law, Liu E, walked out of the house.

"Oh my goodness, quick, someone come here! Third sister has taken a tumble."

Su Nuo was already pale from the cold, and now she shivered slightly, pretending to be about to miscarry. It was effortless.

Today, this household is going to erupt.

On the eve of the Lunar New Year, not only were the eldest and second sons of the Song family at home, but even the third son, Song Siming, who lived alone in town, was also there.

Because he was dissatisfied with this cowardly wife, after the first arranged wedding night, he had never slept with her.

He always thought it was the original owner who climbed onto his bed, but how could someone as weak as the original owner have this ability?

She was an unfortunate girl who had lost both her parents. She got married but didn't receive respect from her husband.

And rest assured, I Su Nuo will get each and every one of them back for you.

The sky was dark and overcast. Su Nuo leaned against the chair covered with a blanket, sipping a warm bowl of soup. The warmth spread through her body, and she couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips slightly.

That's right, pregnant women deserve this kind of treatment.

"It's all my fault. I didn't do a good job taking care of the household chores in place of my mother and sister-in-law. It just rained today, and the ground froze. The vegetable field is too muddy. I fell and fainted for a while before waking up to discover that all the vegetables are frozen."

Su Nuo whispered an explanation, her eyes filled with fear as she looked at Shen Taohua and Old Madam Song standing there. Finally, she choked out, "It's me, it's my fault for being useless, I've messed up the ancestral rites."

"Mother, please don't be angry with me."

With a bang, Old Man Song, hearing Su Nuo's words, was immediately furious. He turned his head and slapped Old Mrs. Song hard.

"You're supposed to take good care of the third daughter-in-law while she's pregnant, and this is how you do it? I don't even dare to go near that vegetable patch myself. You're making her, who's carrying a child, go?" Old Man Song had always been the head of the household, and his anger made everyone's hearts sink.

Su Nuo looked at Shen Taohua timidly. When Lao Song saw this, he immediately turned to Shen Taohua who was so frightened that she didn't dare to play the piano anymore.

"You go back to your parents' house and roll around like a spoiled child! Si He, right now, send your wife back home. My Song family doesn't want a daughter-in-law who is both lazy and cruel."

"Dad... I won't dare again, I promise I won't dare next time..."

Su Nuo looked at Shen Taohua, who was begging for mercy and crying non-stop, and finally let out all the anger in her heart.

Immediately, he covered his stomach with his right hand and continued to cry out in pain: "Father, I hurt so much..."

Then, Old Master Song immediately ordered Song Sichen and Song Sihe, his two sons, to invite a doctor. He also commanded Old Madam Song to bring all the remaining soup from the pot.

"That... that's for ancestor worship," Stuttered Lao Tai Song.

"Foolish! Of course, Madam Si Ming's wife's belly is more important right now. Go quickly!"

Looking at the family gathered together, Su Nuo felt much better. Her body gradually warmed up, and her feet no longer felt numb like they had before.

Sipping the rich soup, I looked up to see a tall and thin man enter from the inner room. He had long hair tied back behind his head, unlike his two brothers who were broad-shouldered. Song Siming's thin face was sharp and angular, and even his wide cotton robes seemed to hang loosely on him.

"What happened?" Song Siming asked, frowning.

Old Song sighed and explained the whole story.

Song Siming's eyes instantly turned cold, Shen Taohua was so frightened that she didn't dare to look straight at him.

"Are you alright?" Song Siming asked softly as he came to Su Nuo's side.

Su Nuo weakly managed a smile, "Husband, I'm still holding on."

As long as I'm here, no one will bully you.

Song Siming's eyes swept coldly over Shen Taohua and Old Lady Song.

Su Nuo understood that this was said to both of them. She thought to herself, "This Song Siming isn't bad either. Even if he doesn't have any feelings, he still knows how to protect his wife."

It's a pity that the original owner was weak and cowardly, swallowing his grievances when he was bullied. He didn't even say anything to Song Siming.

The Song brothers were shivering from the cold. Their skin was said to be rotten and it wasn't until New Year's Eve that they invited a doctor.

"She's overworked and exhausted from the cold. It's a good thing she's persevering as a pregnant woman, otherwise this child wouldn't have made it."

The doctor rushed off after prescribing the medicine, leaving the entire Song family stunned and shocked.

Su Nuo was nibbling, probably they all thought their words just now were full of self-pity? It's a pity, they are all true.

Song Sihe was deeply moved by his sister-in-law's pitiful expression, and he felt guilty towards his third brother. His momentary sympathy for his own wife vanished instantly.

"Apologize to your sister-in-law quickly!"

Shen Taohua was also able to bend and stretch, Su Nuo could even see the stiffly clenched corners of her anger, and she still managed to speak up, sincerely apologizing.

You can try, but if you meet me, you're in for bad luck.

"Third brother, it's all my fault for not disciplining properly. This kind of thing won't happen again." Song Sihe apologized to Song Siming once more.

Song Siming didn't accept.

"Today's events, if not discovered in time, my wife could be in mortal danger, and the child in her womb would also be lost. Now that it is the cold winter month, why would we even ask a pregnant woman to pick vegetables?"

My wife doesn't speak, what have you made her do before this?

Song Siming swept his gaze over the crowd, his eyes sharp and piercing.

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