Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

"If I could afford to support a coachman, would I marry you? I would have married my cousin a long time ago."

Yan Xin's husband Jiang Siqiao said this as a joke.

Yan Xin will remember this sentence for the rest of his life.

She was the husband's choice out of desperation.

She never deserves the best.

In order for Yan Xin to live a good life with him, he asked her to sell her most important dowry - a medicine shop left to her by her grandfather, and she gritted her teeth and sold it.

When rickshaws became popular, each house had its own rickshaw and driver.

She also wanted to hire someone to make it easier to get in and out.

Jiang Siqiao said this: "If I could afford to support a coachman, would I marry you? I would have married my cousin a long time ago."

The implication is: It’s not that I don’t have the ability or money, but that you don’t deserve it.

Yan Xin was stunned at that time.

Not long after, my cousin went to study abroad.

Yan Xin had a sum of money, and her sister-in-law suggested that she buy stocks, but she didn't dare and asked Jiang Siqiao to deposit it at HSBC Bank.

Three years later, Yan Xin's son fell ill and she wanted to withdraw the money, only to learn that Jiang Siqiao had already sent the money to her cousin who was studying abroad.

He said: "It's very hard for her to be alone abroad. I just want her to live a better life."

Her son was in the hospital, and his life or death was uncertain. Yan Xin had no intention of arguing with him, so she pawned her own set of jade jewelry to pay for the expensive medical expenses of the Western Hospital.

Half a month later, his son was discharged from the hospital smoothly. Jiang Siqiao also said: "This woman is making such a fuss. The child can just take a few pills and take it. It's a good thing that you come from a medical family."

Said she wasted so much money.

Yan Xin began to think about divorce.

In the early years of the Republic of China, divorce was a fashionable thing. But even if she gets divorced, she can't take her son with her.

The Jiang family would not give her their son's surname Jiang no matter what; and the Jiang family despised Xi Fang and had no one to trust him with.

She couldn't do it if she was separated from her son.

She gritted her teeth and endured it, using her dowry to build a new pharmacy, planning to start from scratch.

Everyone laughed at her.

Jiang Siqiao even got angry with her, saying that she was wasting money.

Yan Xin was determined to build a drug store.

She has good medical skills and is an expert in pharmaceuticals. She is the sixth lady from a medical family.

Even in the early years of the Republic of China, many people were against traditional Chinese medicine and would always praise "Yan's medicine is so effective."

In those years, Yan Xin was really exhausted and crazy.

She was too tired, had two more miscarriages, and had wrinkles in her early thirties.

She made her new pharmacy famous, gained a bit of fame, made money, and even befriended a powerful lady.

The Jiang family finally gave her a high look.

Because she was busy and she had a miscarriage, Jiang Siqiao married two concubines and gave birth to several children under the pretext of thinking about children, and continued to spend Yanxin's money.

At this time, my cousin returned to China.

The daughter who returned from studying abroad was beautiful and dignified, and soon married the president as a second wife, which was extremely expensive.

My cousin can actually become the president’s wife.

She compared Yan Xin to being old and rustic.

Jiang Siqiao looked at his cousin with fascinated eyes: "She is very knowledgeable. Only someone like her is qualified to marry into the presidential palace."

Yan Xin: "Without my money, she wouldn't be able to study and acquire this knowledge."

Jiang Siqiao became angry and threw away his sleeves.

My cousin didn't like Yan Xin very much. She went to Yan Xin's pharmacy and looked around and said, "Traditional Chinese medicine should be abolished. This shop should be closed."

She found a new job for Jiang Siqiao, working as a staff member in the Presidential Palace, and the salary was very good.

The Jiang family is proud of her.

Jiang Siqiao was even more grateful.

He first said to Yan Xin: "You are only one year older than your cousin. She still looks like a young girl, but you already look like an old woman."

Yan Xin: "I look like an old woman, who do I work for?"

"It's all your own fault, no one asked you for help." Jiang Siqiao was very unhappy.

Yan Xin did not continue to argue.

It is true that no one asked her, but who gave her money?

Jiang Siqiao was just a concubine of the Jiang family.

Not to mention that the Jiang family was already in dire straits, even if the Jiang family was still prosperous, it would not give Jiang Siqiao much money in the accounting office.

Yan Xin couldn't even think of taking a single point from Jiang Siqiao.

She doesn't make money, has eaten up all her dowry, and is waiting to starve to death, or should she go begging?

Later, the cousin said: "You are my mother's family, and now the newspaper I run is the leader in opposing Chinese medicine. I can't shame myself. Sister-in-law Xi's pharmacy is closed."

The Jiang family and Jiang Siqiao used their son to order Yan Xin to close the drug store.

Yan Xin refused to obey, so he started to make a fuss.

That year, her son was already fifteen years old.

The son stood in front of her and repeated his grandmother's words like an adult: "Mom, dad has a good future, and you will be happy in the future. Close the pharmacy and don't drag us down."

Without this medicine shop, Jiang Siqiao would not even treat his son's illness.

On the contrary, the son still has the same heart as the Jiang family.

Yan Xin's drug store is a stain on her cousin's lady's dress, and she must be removed.

No one remembers how many times her pharmacy, the connections she made, helped the Jiang family, and how much money she gave to her husband's family.

Jiang Siqiao, the concubine, was able to sit on an equal footing with her brothers and even ride in a car. It was all thanks to her.

But no one saw it.

Her efforts are all deserved.

She is always the alternative.

Yan Xin was so angry that she fell ill.

Her life had been wrong since she was forced to marry Jiang Siqiao.

"I will never sell the pharmacy even if I die. You all have given up on this idea." Yan Xin shouted angrily.

Her character is quiet, resolute and patient, but this is the first time she is so angry.

But her son said: "Mom, even if you don't think about my father's future, think about me. Is it more respectable to be the son of a clerk in the presidential palace, or to be the son of a small drug store owner?"

My fifteen-year-old son is already so realistic.

He is used to his mother's efforts and does not consider his mother's future at all.

His mother was only thirty years old. In his eyes, she should just sit at home and wait to die. She was worthless.

His and his father's future is meaningful.

"I really regret it, I shouldn't have given birth to you." Yan Xin whispered.

But the son said: "My aunt and cousin all married well, but you married a bastard. My father is useless. Mother, I also regret being born in your belly."

Literally beats the heart.

A child who is only fifteen years old can say such mean things.

Yan Xin couldn't take a breath and passed out.

She hated Jiang Siqiao, hated everyone in the Jiang family, and hated her cousin Zhang Qingya. But she was mentally prepared.

What she didn't expect was that the person who dealt her a fatal blow was her son, whom she regarded as her treasure.

Over the years, she had treated his education with caution and believed that she had done nothing wrong.

Maybe, his son's nature is just like Jiang Siqiao's selfishness, viciousness, and vanity.

Yan Xin fell down, her heart was like a knife.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw the younger Jiang Siqiao.

Jiang Siqiao's poem is very beautiful. Even in middle age, he is still a handsome man, let alone when he is young.

He has beautiful eyes, a high nose and thin lips, and his complexion is white and clean. Those eyes, like paint, can melt the girl's heart.

"Are you okay?" The concern in his eyes was superficial and superficial, "Why did you faint when you were fine?"

Yan Xin looked at him intently.

Why does her husband, who is almost ten years old, look like he is in his early twenties?