Reborn in the 80s: My Whole Family Secretly Hears My Thoughts and Goes Wild with Success! - Chapter 3

Wang Fengqin wiped the sweat from her forehead, breathing heavily as she approached with a mix of reverence, sycophancy, and pride at being the center of attention. “You’re all so busy—I didn’t expect you to come,” she said.

“I rushed home to make some congee for Zhiqiu, but I still ended up late.”

Wang Fengqin lifted the thermal container in her hand and turned her gaze to Yaya. “Is this my little grandson?”

“Granddaughter,” Wan Jiayin corrected.

Wang Fengqin froze, her lips drooping in unconcealed disappointment. “A granddaughter?”

Noticing Yue Guohuai’s darkening expression, she quickly backpedaled: “A granddaughter is good too! A daughter is her mother’s little warm jacket—just like how Zhiqiu treats me, even better than my own daughter!”

“Parents-in-law, where are you taking the baby?” Wang Fengqin glanced at the door behind them and craned her neck to peek at Yaya, but the blanket covered the infant’s face, leaving her unable to see clearly. She wondered if the child was even alive.

“To the pediatric department for a checkup,” Wan Jiayin replied flatly.

“Is something wrong with the baby?”

Wang Fengqin raised her voice, clicking her tongue in reproach. “That Zhiqiu—how could she be so reckless? Knowing she was pregnant, she still got into a fight! So irresponsible!”

“Parents-in-law, please don’t blame her. Zhiqiu is good in every other way—I don’t know what came over her this time.”

“She insisted on training despite spotting earlier, and we barely managed to save the baby. And now she’s pushing people around? Tch—why can’t she just behave?”

Yue Guohuai and Wan Jiayin had only known that Shen Zhiqiu’s fall caused the premature birth. They hadn’t realized it resulted from a physical altercation. Their faces darkened instantly.

To any listener, Wang Fengqin’s words made it sound like Shen Zhiqiu had deliberately tried to lose Yue Mingyuan’s child.

“Second sister-in-law, could you hold this for me?” Wang Fengqin handed the thermal container to Meng Fang and reached toward Yue Guohuai. “Father-in-law, may I hold the baby?”

Yaya had been exhausted but too afraid to sleep. At the sound of Wang Fengqin’s voice, her tiny body stiffened with instinctive terror. The request to hold her sent her into a full-blown meltdown. She wailed with all her might.

“WAAH—WAAH—”

[Grandpa, don’t give me to the witch! She’ll stab me with needles and kill me!]

[The witch is lying! Mommy never abandoned me—SHE’S the one who hurt us!]

“Oh dear, what’s wrong? Is she hungry? Or needs a change? Let me see—”

Yue Guohuai had already begun transferring Yaya to Wang Fengqin’s arms when the infant’s thoughts echoed in his mind. He immediately pulled her back.

Wang Fengqin’s hands hung awkwardly in the air. “…Father-in-law?”

“Mother-in-law, the baby’s fine. Don’t worry,” Wan Jiayin stepped between them, blocking Wang Fengqin. “We’ll take her for the checkup. Why don’t you go see Zhiqiu first?”

Wang Fengqin’s expression flickered through several shades before settling on a smile. “Of course. I’ll leave it to you, then.”

“We’re her grandparents. No need for formalities.”

Once Wang Fengqin was out of sight, Wan Jiayin muttered coldly, “I never noticed before, but Zhiqiu’s stepmother is quite the schemer.”

Yue Guohuai said nothing, only tightening his grip on Yaya, his eyes sharp with protective fury.

Unbeknownst to them, Wang Fengqin lurked around the corridor corner, her earlier meekness replaced by venomous malice. She fingered the cursed needle hidden in her pocket and whispered:

“The master wasn’t lying. That little brat does have a destiny of wealth and nobility.”

Once she stole that fate, her illness would vanish—and she’d live like royalty.

One Hour Later

After Yaya’s examination, the group arrived at the neonatal ward. Through the glass, Yue Guohuai and Wan Jiayin saw dozens of identical bassinets, each holding a swaddled newborn. Some slept soundly; others blinked at their own tiny hands.

Small cards at the foot of each bassinet listed the mothers’ names and bed numbers.

“No. This isn’t safe,” Yue Guohuai shook his head. “If the cards get mixed up, how would anyone tell these babies apart?”

He made a decision. “Xiao Fang, arrange a VIP suite for Zhiqiu under my authority. The baby stays with her mother.”

Meng Fang nearly gasped. The old man was breaking protocol for his granddaughter? Unprecedented! She hurried off to notify the hospital administration.

VIP Ward

Shen Zhiqiu had been wheeled directly from surgery to the private suite. Yue Mingyuan stayed glued to her side, while Shen Liya—dressed to impress—trailed behind.

Jealousy curdled in Shen Liya’s chest as Yue Mingyuan ignored her entirely, his attention solely on Shen Zhiqiu.

“Jie, you’re so lucky,” she simpered, acid lacing her tone. “Look how devoted brother-in-law is! Not like that Chen Can—so crude and unromantic. Good thing you didn’t marry him.”

She peeked at Yue Mingyuan’s stony face and faux-pouted. “Ah, silly me! brother, you know I’ve always been blunt.”

“Bluntness isn’t an excuse for thoughtlessness,” Shen Zhiqiu said coolly. “You’re not a child anymore, Liya.”

In the past, Shen Zhiqiu would’ve let such remarks slide to appease Wang Fengqin. But Yaya’s warnings had reshaped her perspective—Wang Fengqin’s “kindness” was poison wrapped in sugar. And Shen Liya’s intentions were transparent.

“Brother! I was just joking! Can’t you take a joke?” Shen Liya stomped her foot theatrically. “Brother, look how mean she’s being!”

“Your sister is right,” Yue Mingyuan adjusted Shen Zhiqiu’s pillows and handed her a cup of warm ginger tea before turning a glacial stare on Shen Liya. “And you will address me with proper respect. I’m your elder, not your playmate.”

“Zhiqiu doesn’t need your ‘help.’ Go home.”

Shen Liya clenched her fists. Her mother had ordered her to stay.

Just then, the door swung open.

“Guai Bao (precious treasure), we’re here!”