After Transmigration, I Picked Up A Husband and Daughter
Chapter 129 Are You Crazy?

Chapter 129: Chapter 129 Are You Crazy?

She had thought it was merely removing one evil, exchanging one life for another, which was an act of accumulating virtue and merit. However, she hadn’t anticipated that the threads of fate were interlinked, her changing that woman’s destiny had also impacted those around her, causing the unforeseen death of Jiang Youfu, who should not have died this way, and this punishment forced the whole family to pay with their misery.

Yet, he had quietly left this world on that stormy night, as if fate deliberately mocked them by engraving sorrow forever into this family’s memory.

Fourth Lady felt a surge of regret in her heart, her skillful hands clenched into fists, a hint of barely noticeable self-reproach flashing in her eyes.

Her negligence had failed to dispel the ominous air hovering over the Jiang Family in time with the ancient rooster ceremony, ultimately leading to this unbearable outcome.

What frightened her even more, was that the Jiang Family was still harboring a malevolent spirit from the Otherworld, like a lurking viper, ready to strike at any moment, threatening everyone’s peace.

Thinking of this, Fourth Lady’s brow furrowed tighter, she knew, if she continued to meddle in the Jiang family’s affairs, her own time-worn life would also be in grave danger.

Therefore, a resolute expression appeared on Fourth Lady’s face, her words as cold and hard as iron, "You should leave, I, Fourth Lady, am powerless in the face of the Jiang family’s storm."

As she spoke, her fingers were already on the latch, ready to shut out this turmoil completely from behind the door.

However, Jiang Xunzhong’s eyes, filled with bloodshot lines, showed intense urgency and pleading; he almost begged, blocking the door that was about to be closed.

"Fourth Lady, my dear Fourth Lady, please show some compassion, and guide me on a clear path! Money, no matter how much, I am willing to give, we can talk it through!"

Jiang Xunzhong’s voice trembled with urgency, revealing a father’s helplessness and desperation.

Fourth Lady, a woman known in the countryside for her greed, hid countless bitter stories of curing gravely ill children in her past.

For that glimmer of hope for survival, she spared no expense, incurred heavy debts, and hence found it difficult to resist the temptation of money.

This time, however, facing Jiang Xunzhong’s almost pleading gaze, Fourth Lady’s heart was as firm as a rock.

She knew well that no amount of wealth could exchange for the continuation of life, and her own safety was of utmost importance.

The door, under her resolute determination, slowly closed, with the knocking sounds of Jiang Xunzhong outside becoming weaker and more desperate, ultimately fading into silence.

Jiang Xunzhong could only leave with deep regrets, leaving behind a heavy sigh that echoed through the quiet alley.

Inside the house, Fourth Lady’s gaze lingered on the frail figure on the bed with gentle yet pained eyes.

The child, like a withered leaf about to be whisked away by the wind, his skin tightly clinging to his bones, pale as snow that hadn’t melted in the winter, his lips even more so, ominously dark with a hint of purplish blue.

As a Spirit Communicator, she knew well what risks birthing a new life meant for her, but the longing for motherhood and the fear of loneliness drove her to choose this arduous path decisively.

But it seemed fate always liked to play tricks on her; the child had been plagued with illness since the day he was born, no matter how many doctors she consulted or medicines she sought, there was no sign of improvement.

It was not until a quiet night of divination that Fourth Lady caught a faint glimmer of hope—in a corner of this small town, there might be something that could cure her child.

Even though the hope was as dim as the faintest star in the night sky, she did not hesitate to settle down in this land, day and night hoping for a miracle to occur.

But as time passed, the child’s condition did not improve, it worsened each day, and those divination signs, like illusions in the fog, never revealed a way out.

Deep within, Fourth Lady’s unwillingness and love for her son drove her to make a startling decision—to exchange her life span for the child’s survival, sustaining his fragile life each day with rare, precious medicines.

She gently caressed the child’s cheek, her voice tender yet resolute, "Xiao Bai, there must be someone in this world who can cure your illness, Mom believes. As long as Mom is here, she won’t let anything happen to you."

This statement was both a mother’s endless love for her child and the complex emotions entangled in her heart.

The divination signs were always accurate, she firmly believed, the right moment had not yet come, but a turning point would eventually arrive.

At this moment, Fang Qin, carrying silver taels she had obtained from Lady Zhao and a live chicken from the village, unexpectedly encountered a bewildered Jiang Xunzhong at her doorstep.

With an authoritative air, she commanded Jiang Xunzhong to process the chicken and ordered the main house to stew and send it over.

Jiang Xunzhong looked at her complexly and did not immediately comply; he was busy pondering over the words of Fourth Lady that touched his soul deeply, and a thought quietly sprouted in his heart—if the Jiang Family’s destiny truly hinged on him, perhaps, if he were no longer timid but actively sought a way out, could he really change the seemingly irreversible fate of the Jiang Family?

Seeing her usually obedient father-in-law actually ignoring her command, Fang Qin’s anger ignited in an instant, like dry wood sparked by fire, blazing fiercely.

"Are you deaf? Can’t you hear what I’m saying?"

She scolded sharply, impatiently pushing the chicken against Jiang Xunzhong’s chest, attempting to awaken his "obedience."

Jiang Xunzhong suddenly grabbed the chicken, which was struggling helplessly with its wings and legs tied, from her hands and fiercely threw it to the ground.

The sound, accompanied by the chicken’s cries, suddenly erupted in the courtyard, making the air around seem to tremble.

The chicken desperately kicked its legs a few times on the muddy ground, then its body went limp, its life abruptly extinguished.

Jiang Xunzhong’s gaze was as cold as ice, sharp and filled with an imposing force that locked onto Fang Qin nearby.

He didn’t speak, yet the anger contained in his silence was more oppressive than any words could be.

Under this sudden show of strength, Fang Qin inadvertently trembled, as if an invisible chill had crept up her spine, forcing her to involuntarily step back.

"You... you must be mad..."

Fang Qin’s voice trembled slightly with disbelief, as she cautiously bent down to pick up the lifeless chicken from the ground, casting a complex look at Jiang Xunzhong and then hurriedly leaving the oppressive scene.

Jiang Xunzhong’s chest heaved dramatically, his heart pounding like a drum, thundering until Fang Qin’s figure completely disappeared from his sight, gradually calming his breath, but the complex emotions in his eyes had not fully dissipated yet.

Meanwhile, Fang Qin, carrying the unfortunate chicken, briskly found Xie Xinghua, her voice carrying an irrefutable command, "Stew it, then bring it over."

Xie Xinghua, a woman accustomed to being uncomplaining and compliant, faced with such a request, though slightly surprised, did not ask further but merely nodded in acknowledgment.