Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

There was something trivial at Jiang Mansion: Jiang Siqiao's concubine Yanlan was walking in the evening and tripped over something. She suffered from severe abdominal pain.

Half an hour later, she saw Hong.

The old servant at home calculated the time and realized something was wrong: "My concubine should have given birth in the new year, but she was born more than ten days early. She was born prematurely."

Everyone was startled.

Premature birth may result in one death and two deaths.

The eldest lady sent someone to call Jiang Siqiao and Yan Xin back quickly.

Especially Yan Xin, she has to come back, this is a matter within her room.

Yan Xin returned home, but she felt restless.

Yanlan's child was born prematurely. The day after tomorrow is the day when Yan Xin gave birth to her child in her previous life.

"How could it be such a coincidence?"

Originally, this child could not touch Yan Xin's son in his previous life, but because of Yan Lan's fall, things turned out to be a bit strange.

Yan Xin took Yanlan's pulse and found out that she was pregnant with a boy.

As for this male fetus, it is more difficult to give birth to a first-born child. If the birth is delayed until the early morning of the day after tomorrow, he may be born on the same day and at the same time as Yan Xin's son in his previous life.

Yan Xin's hands were trembling slightly.

Jiang Siqiao did not enter the delivery room. When he came, he just asked: "What should I do now?"

Yan Xin looked at the eldest lady: "Mom, is Po Wen here?"

"Already here." said the eldest lady.

"That's okay, let's just wait and see." Yan Xin said.

The eldest lady patted Yan Xin's hand and said, "Just come back and I'll leave it to you. You can take care of her here. If she gives birth, send someone to tell me."

Her hands were cold and slippery, like snakes.

Yan Xin's expression remained unchanged, and she nodded in reply: "Mom, please rest early and take good care of yourself."

She sent the eldest lady to the gate of the hospital.

She went to the delivery room to see Yan Lan again.

Yanlan's fetus was in the right position, but her water was broken and red, but there was no sign of movement.

Po Wen asked a doctor to prescribe birth control pills and rub her belly.

Yan Xin told Jiang Siqiao all these words.

Jiang Siqiao was a little annoyed: "You just have to make the decision."

"You have to know. You have to know which step is right. She was born prematurely, which is very dangerous. If something goes wrong, don't blame anyone." Yan Xin said coldly.

Jiang Siqiao's face was slightly distorted: "Are you talking humanly? The child has not yet been born, and you are cursing him?"

Yan Xin: "Listen to yourself, whose words are not human words? What taboos are you talking about here when it's time to prepare for a rainy day?"

The two of them were vaguely about to quarrel.

Feng's mother rushed over and held Yan Xin's hand: "Master Xi, Mistress, you two are anxious, but don't argue at this time. Let's get things done first."

Yan Xin suppressed her anger.

Jiang Siqiao didn't dare to confront her and asked her, "Should you prescribe birth control pills or go out and call a doctor?"

"Please doctor, the old doctor has experience." Yan Xin said.

She avoided getting her hands dirty. There was an eventuality that she couldn't explain clearly.

And Jiang Siqiao seemed to be afraid of her tampering, and would rather hire someone from outside.

Everyone had the same opinion and soon invited an old doctor to prescribe the prescription.

After taking the birth-stimulating medicine, the servant went to fry it. Yan Xin asked Feng Ma and another servant to stare at the medicine stove.

Everyone is on guard against each other.

In Yanlan's courtyard, the small ear room was used as a delivery room, and it was brightly lit at night.

The Jiang Mansion will be unlocked tonight, so we can invite people at any time.

The old lady sent Mrs. Zhou over to ask Yan Xin to go.

"...How do you say it?" the old lady asked.

Yan Xin: "It hasn't started yet, and it's our first baby. We have to wait."

The old lady looked at her expression.

Even though she was well hidden, the panic in her eyes occasionally leaked out.

When Yan Lan was pregnant, she behaved very normally; when Yan Lan was about to give birth, she never visited her, was not jealous, or acted out.

The old lady thought she really didn't care.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xin's attitude changed when she was about to give birth.

The eldest grandson of Jiang Gongguan's generation is about to be born, and his status is different. Yanlan will be more valuable to her stepmother than her son, so she is not an ordinary concubine.

Has Yan Xin come to her senses now?

The old lady comforted her: "...If you like children, I will make the decision to raise this child for you. Yanlan is just a concubine."

Yan Xin seemed to have been punched.

She felt that she was good at self-restraint, but she just didn't hit the most painful part.

At this moment, even if she tried to calm herself down, her expression should be slightly ferocious.

"I don't care!"

The old lady was surprised.

Yan Xin calmed down and softened her expression: "Grandma, I can't raise other people's children. My own children will raise white-eyed wolves, and other people's children will be a waste of time."

The old lady has been through this before and has suffered a lot, so she agrees with her statement.

"You have a clear mind." The old lady said, "Don't worry too much. It should be yours and it will be given to you."

Yan Xin said well.

This night, she casually took a nap at Yanlan's side.

Jiang Siqiao went back to the bedroom and took a nap.

He talks about hope and joy, but in reality he should eat and sleep. He only loves himself and nothing else matters except himself.

The only bit of tenderness was given to her cousin Zhang Qingya.

At noon the next day, Yanlan finally started.

Po Wen was very experienced and told everyone: "My aunt's first child will not be born all at once even if it is started. It will probably be tomorrow."

Tomorrow is the birthday of Yan Xin’s son in his previous life.

After a night, Yan Xin had stabilized her mood, and she listened numbly.

The dates are the same, what does it matter?

Dinner was served by the big kitchen, and Jiang Siqiao and Yan Xin ate together.

"Yan Xin, do you know that dad gave his son a name? He sent it to him early." Jiang Siqiao chatted with her.

Yan Xin: "Really?"

"My name is Zhixiao." Jiang Siqiao said with a smile, "Abba is really young and has such great ambitions. He chose such a grand name... What's wrong with you?"

Yan Xin's chopsticks fell from her hands and clattered on the table.

"What two words?" she asked with a white face.

Jiang Siqiao told her.

Yan Xin felt cold all over.

Jiang Zhixiao, her son's name.

Who took it in the previous life? She couldn't remember because no one seemed to mention it specifically.

In the early morning of the next day, Yanlan gave birth to a baby boy.

Yan Xin held her pocket watch to check the time, which was exactly the same as the time when her son was born.

When she was pregnant, her health was not very good. The baby was born small, like a kitten, and the old servants at home were afraid that he would not survive.

Yanlan was born prematurely and her child was small. Both children weighed the same.

Yan Xin didn't know how she managed to handle everything before returning to Songxiangyuan.

Feng's mother was worried to death: "Miss, are you okay?"

Yan Xin's hands were cold and her lips were white.

She sat there blankly and suddenly called Bai Shuang: "Can you contact the young marshal?"

Bai Shuang: "I'll try it."

"You think of a way." Yan Xin said, "I want to see him."

Bai Shuang is out.

When it was almost dawn, Bai Shuang brought Jing Yuanzhao over.

Yan Xin sat blankly on the sofa in the living room. The servant covered her with a thick blanket. She was also covered in ice.

Jing Yuanzhao was a rough man, so he hugged her tightly in his arms regardless of himself: "Zhuzhu'er, I'm back."

Yan Xin regained consciousness and looked into his eyes.

There was only a small desk lamp turned on in the living room, and the light was dim.

She looked at him quietly, her eyes still wandering.

She suddenly said: "Brother, can you kiss me?"