My father-in-law slapped me so hard my eardrum ruptured, while my husband stayed silent. Instead of taking me to the hospital, they hurriedly packed the next day and dragged me along up the mountain.
But now in this lifetime, I smiled at them all and said gently, “It’s fine, we’ve already booked the flights. We’ll handle the baby stuff when we get back. We can’t make my sister-in-law miss out just because of me. She’s at her peak right now—she’s the princess of this family. Plus, wild mushrooms are incredibly nutritious and after all those exams, she could use a brain boost. The baby will rely on their aunt to be strong.”
My sister-in-law beamed with satisfaction at my support, immediately pulling everyone to pack for the trip. I smiled the entire time, giving my husband a look that assured him I was on board.
Part 2
I knew I wasn't pregnant. My husband had been diagnosed with amblyopia before we married, something he kept hidden from his family.
It was likely because of this condition that he agreed to marry me, someone with less education. Meanwhile, I only had my period regularly like everyone else.