Chapter 3

At that moment, Qin Ping heard the voices and went upstairs. She knocked on the door and said, “Yanzhen, are you bullying Xiaolan? She’s pregnant!”

Deng Zhilan also knew that if she didn’t make her intentions clear soon, Wei Yanzhen might end up resenting her.

Such a handsome man as a husband—she definitely didn’t want to miss out!

“Mom, you go about your business,” Deng Zhilan said calmly. “I have something to discuss with Yanzhen.”

Hearing Deng Zhilan’s steady voice, Qin Ping relaxed, thinking nothing serious was going on inside the room.

“All right, Xiaolan,” Qin Ping replied. “If Yanzhen mistreats you, you must tell me.”

Deng Zhilan answered from inside, and only then did Qin Ping go downstairs.

Turning back, she met Wei Yanzhen’s deep black eyes, almost looking into her soul.

“In this past month since the divorce, I went out with Song Yitao,” Qin Ping began. “From her, I heard some news.”

“The Wei family might be reassigned!”

For a moment, Wei Yanzhen was stunned.

Such a secretive matter—even he, serving in the military, had only sensed a faint hint.

His father had also warned him not to stir up trouble recently, so the divorce drama with his wife was quite a headache. After the divorce, he chose to keep it under wraps.

“So?”

“If our family is going to be reassigned—and you and I are divorced—you should cut ties clean!”

But Deng Zhilan was determined to persuade Wei Yanzhen—she wanted to go down to the countryside with the Wei family.

In the original story, the Wei family would be reassigned to Hei Province, where Wei Yanzhen would meet the female lead, starting a beautiful love story. She didn’t want to be alone, abort the child, or be a single mother.

“So, I came back to you with the child. The three of us will always be together.”

“The divorce before was just my moment of madness.”

“Husband, please forgive me!”

“Husband…”

Deng Zhilan’s voice softened until it almost dripped with sweetness. She took the initiative to wrap her arms around Wei Yanzhen’s waist.

Wow, that firm “male dog” waist felt solid to the touch!

The original owner really wasted a treasure!!

“Husband, please forgive me, okay…”

Hearing her call him “husband” repeatedly softened Wei Yanzhen’s heart.

His cold, stern face finally broke—this was the first time his wife spoke to him so intimately.

He pulled Deng Zhilan’s arms away and held her hand, then walked out and opened the door.

“Let’s go downstairs and eat first.”

“We’ll talk about the reassignment when Dad gets back.”

Deng Zhilan smiled inwardly—this taciturn, quiet man blushed fiercely but still eagerly held her hand!

“All right, I’ll listen to my husband.”

The couple went downstairs together.

Qin Ping greeted them with a bright smile, pried Wei Yanzhen’s hand away, grabbed Deng Zhilan’s, and led her to the dining table.

“Here, sit here.”

“I’ve been simmering chicken soup all morning. Xiaolan, drink more today to nourish your body.”

Deng Zhilan sat opposite Qin Ping, who carefully ladled soup, skimming off the oil before placing the bowl in front of her.

These thoughtful little gestures touched Deng Zhilan deeply.

“Mom, thank you.”

She meant it sincerely.

Reflecting on her time living with the Wei family, the elders treated her like their own daughter—supporting her through high school and even arranging a job for her.

“What’s there to thank me for, Xiaolan? As long as you give birth to a healthy baby, you’ll be a great contributor to our Wei family!”

Deng Zhilan nodded obediently.

Seeing no resistance in her, Qin Ping finally felt at ease.

Lately, her eyelids kept twitching—her son rarely came home, and her daughter-in-law often went out. The couple seemed like they hadn’t been together for a month.

She had worried their marriage was in trouble, but now with a baby on the way, everyone was happy.

Just then, the front door opened.

Wei Jinyue came in carrying a bunch of snacks. The young girl wore two braided pigtails, a playful scarf around her neck, and a pink-and-white checkered dress.

She had just changed her shoes when the smell of food hit her.

After washing her hands, she hurried to the dining room and immediately spotted Deng Zhilan sitting next to Wei Yanzhen, looking like a proper little wife.

Wei Jinyue said with a hint of sarcasm, “You were yelling at my brother about divorce. What, made up with him again?”

The original owner and Wei Jinyue never got along well. The two were like cats and dogs. Moreover, Wei Jinyue had caught sight of the original owner several times with her sugar daddy outside.

Back home, she tattled to Wei Yanzhen, which made her impression of the original owner even worse—always sharp and antagonistic.

Qin Ping patted Wei Jinyue’s shoulder. “What are you saying, child? Your sister-in-law is pregnant. No divorcing now!”

Wei Jinyue widened her eyes in disbelief.

She then looked at Wei Yanzhen, seeking confirmation. “Brother, is she really pregnant? You two aren’t…”

Deng Zhilan immediately caught the implied meaning—Wei Jinyue knew about the divorce.

Wei Yanzhen glared sharply at Wei Jinyue, signaling her to be quiet.

The young girl pouted in frustration but dared not say another word.

However, her pale cheeks were puffed out as she stuffed food in her mouth, chewing heartily—as if she were chewing on Deng Zhilan herself.

Deng Zhilan wanted to pinch her chubby cheeks—this sixteen-year-old was just too adorable~

As dinner wound down and dusk fell, Wei Xiaotian finally returned.

The nearly fifty-year-old elder frowned deeply, barely touching his food, and immediately called Wei Yanzhen to the study.

By midnight, the sky was pitch black and Wei Yanzhen still hadn’t returned to his room.

Deng Zhilan knew the Wei father and son were likely receiving news about the reassignment, discussing how to get through the tough times.

Meanwhile, she lay on the spacious big bed.

Suddenly, a burning sensation flared in her palm.

She stretched out her hand and saw a pink orchid-shaped birthmark on her palm.

This gave Deng Zhilan great joy.

She took a deep breath.

Focusing her mind, she immediately entered a spirit-rich space.

Stepping into this space, the first thing she saw was vast, endless black soil—shining darkly like soaked by night, fertile enough to squeeze oil from it.

In the center of this black land sat a quiet spring pool. The water was crystal clear, like a giant mirror reflecting the blue sky and white clouds above.

Deng Zhilan leaned closer to look; the spring reflected her image. She was still inevitably struck by the original owner’s stunning face.

Black hair, red lips, almond-shaped eyes, and rosy cheeks.

A graceful figure, snow-white skin, radiant and delicate.

Exuding a pure beauty like the misty Jiangnan after rain—more beautiful and gentle than a magazine actress.

No wonder the original owner’s divorce was so tragic—such a beauty, any man would be reluctant to let go.

Deng Zhilan then touched the spring’s water. Coolness spread from her fingertip, followed by a warm, moist aura flowing up her arm.

It was refreshing and dispelled fatigue instantly.

After leaving the space, Deng Zhilan willed the books on the desk to move into the space.

In an instant, the books disappeared.

This was a great weapon. With this space, she could stockpile as much as she wanted!