Jia Yuemei had intended to retreat to her room for some peace, but Qin Jinlian's voice was too loud; she could hear everything clearly even indoors.
Especially when Qin Jinlian cursed the whistleblower with never being able to bear a son, it agitated her deeply.
She certainly wasn't infertile; the son in her womb was surely to be born, with the blessing of the Buddha.
The family planning office had paid a visit today, so her eldest brother and sister-in-law surely wouldn't dare to have a second child.
Then the son in her womb would be the only grandson of the Shen family.
With this thought, Jia Yuemei's heart felt a bit lighter.
Qin Jinlian cursed until evening before she stopped and went home.
Jia Yuemei appeasingly made Qin Jinlian a bowl of sweet soup, "Mom, have some sweet soup to soothe your throat. If my sister-in-law can't have another baby, there's still me. Don't worry, I will definitely give you a grandson."