Chapter 360: It’s Okay

Chapter 360 – No Big Deal

"I... I know I've let Yan Yan down in this matter, but think about Jinghong—Jinghong took the fall for Yan Yan!"

"Are you even listening to yourself, brother?" He Qiaoxiang snapped at He Wenqiang, cutting off his attempt at playing the victim.

He Wenqiang was only trying to plead for his wife. "I know. If you’ll just sign a letter of pardon so Zhiyin can come home, I promise I'll never bring this up again. And as for Zhiyin—I’ll make sure she stays away and never appears in front of you again."

He Wenqiang had never groveled like this before.

But He Qiaoxiang wasn't satisfied—just furious. "A pardon? Brother, how can you ask me to do that? Do you even realize that because of this miscarriage, Yan Yan might never conceive again?"

Hao Yanyan had been lying with her back to the door, refusing to look at He Wenqiang, but He Qiaoxiang’s words reached her ears, impossible to tune out.

She turned over. "Mom… is that true?"

Her voice was hollow, her expression deceptively calm—was she about to snap?

He Wenqiang hadn’t expected it to be this severe. She can never have kids?!

He Qiaoxiang didn’t answer. Suddenly, Hao Yanyan grabbed the glass on the bedside table and chucked it violently.

The glass grazed He Wenqiang’s temple before shattering against the wall, shards flying everywhere.

"Get out! Get out!"

He Wenqiang jumped back, realizing the pardon letter was a lost cause today, and hastily fled the room.

He Qiaoxiang turned to her daughter. "The doctor said it's not hopeless—you still have a shot. The most important thing now is for you to recover."

Hao Yanyan couldn’t hear any of it. She pulled the covers over her head and, only after hearing He Qiaoxiang’s departing footsteps and the door closing, broke down sobbing.

She collapsed because pregnancy had been something she desperately wanted.

In her past life, she had never had children.

She had been pregnant once, but a miscarriage caused by domestic violence ended that dream for good.

Now, reborn into a new life, she was cursed to relive the same nightmare.

How could she not collapse?

...

Han Zhiyin was released after just over ten days in detention. Despite pressure from both the Hao and Xu families, powerful connections pulled strings, and her lawyer submitted a psychiatric evaluation diagnosing her condition.

In the end, Han Zhiyin was sentenced to house arrest and fined 10,000 yuan for emotional damages.

Though Hao Yanyan received the compensation, what she wanted wasn’t money—it was for Han Zhiyin to go to prison.

This outcome drove her furious.

But as He Qiaoxiang said, "The Song family must be behind this. Their influence in Beijing far outranks ours. Now isn't the time to provoke them."

Hao Yanyan: "So I just have to put up with it?"

He Qiaoxiang: "Yan Yan, you're not a child anymore. You should know what's most important. Instead of fixing on your unborn baby, use this chance to push for more concessions."

Hao Yanyan gritted her teeth, "I get it."

He Qiaoxiang had a point—Han Zhiyin got off easy because the Song family pulled strings.

Meanwhile, He Jingxuan, who had been studying abroad, returned home.

At the He residence, He Wenqiang sat slumped on the sofa, looking miserable.

He Jingxuan stared at him with contempt. "Dad, how did our family sink this low?"

He Wenqiang sighed. "Ever since your brother messed up, we've been stuck in the mud in the capital."

Before, He Jinghong couldn’t be bailed out—the evidence against him for putting out a hit was solid, and with the Lu family involved, there was no way to get a lighter sentence.

But now, even after causing Hao Yanyan’s miscarriage, Han Zhiyin still got off scot-free.

They called it house arrest, but the verdict wouldn't be made public, so no one would ever know she’d committed a crime.

If no one pursued it, she could easily clear her name in a few years.

"It's all that backstabbing Ye Xiaoxiao! Not an ounce of family loyalty—cold-bloodedly had Jinghong locked up. I'd like to meet her and see how she's doing these days."

"Don’t go picking a fight. She's the Lu family’s daughter-in-law now—basically the lady of the manor. We can't afford to cross her."

He Jingxuan snorted in contempt. In her eyes, Ye Xiaoxiao was just a trophy wife, someone they probably married for looks. Otherwise, how else could she have landed in the Lu family?

Lu Hanchuan must have rocks in his head.

Once he figures out what kind of person Ye Xiaoxiao really is, he’ll get sick of her soon enough.

Ye Xiaoxiao had no idea someone was talking trash about her behind her back, but she sneezed several times in a row, her eyes stinging.

"You’ve probably caught a cold. It’s gotten colder lately—wrap up warm."

Ye Xiaoxiao was inspecting the production line at the factory with Song Xiaoguang.

She rubbed her nose, "Yeah, I think I’m coming down with a bug. I’ll grab some pills when I get back."

"We’ve seen enough here. Go home early and rest."

Song Xiaoguang had planned to introduce Xiao Xiao to some business partners, but seeing how drained she looked, he decided against it.

"Alright, I’ll leave this in your hands."

Xiaoxiao didn’t put up a front—she really wasn’t feeling well.

After driving home, she picked up some cold medicine and took it.

She didn’t feel like mixing up herbal remedies—pills would kick in faster.

After taking her medicine, she went to bed.

In the evening, Duan Hong shook her awake.

"Get some food in you before crashing again. Your fever’s still high—wanna go for an IV drip?"

Ye Xiaoxiao refused, “I don’t need an IV drip.”

Duan Hong looked at her temperature—over 39 degrees—and said, “You sure? Maybe you should check out the clinic down the street, or go to Rende Hall?”

“I’m a doctor myself. I’ve already taken my medicine, and I’ll take another fever med tonight,” Ye Xiaoxiao replied firmly.

She clearly had it under control.

Duan Hong couldn’t argue with her and finally gave in. “Alright, I’ll crash in the next room tonight and check on you later. If your fever doesn’t break, I’ll drag you to get that IV.”

Ye Xiaoxiao made an “OK” gesture with her fingers.

She didn’t sleep well through the night, drenched in sweat and feeling gross all over.

Duan Hong checked her temperature several times, and more than once was tempted to haul her to the clinic. Only near dawn did her fever finally break, and Duan Hong could finally relax a bit.

She ran out to grab breakfast, bringing back porridge and steamed buns for Ye Xiaoxiao.

Ye Xiaoxiao fought the urge to shower, finished her meal, then lay back down.

Meanwhile, at Rende Hall, Han Jingxuan had come specially looking for Ye Xiaoxiao.

“Dr. Ye isn’t working today,” the front desk consultant explained.

Han Jingxuan tilted her chin up arrogantly. “Every time I come, she’s ‘not available’—is she dodging me?”

The nurse thought to herself, “This lady seems like trouble—is she here to start something?”