Lu Yuan cut right to the chase.

"Mom, come live with us. Don’t stay here anymore."

Su Liyan’s mother started to say something, but Lu Yuan cut her off.

"I know why you don’t want to come. Liyan told me all about it.

There’s nothing wrong with it, and no one in our family will look down on you for it."

Song Meiqin, who was standing to the side, immediately chimed in to support him.

Lu Yuan didn’t give his mother-in-law any more time to object. As soon as he finished speaking, he called people in to help pack her things.

Lu Yuan’s mother-in-law was stunned for a few seconds before a resigned smile appeared on her face.

"I’ll stop my chanting for now, then. It’s not really appropriate, after all."

But Lu Yuan raised an eyebrow.

"I already said it’s not a problem. What’s the big deal? You have to keep chanting. You can’t just stop. It’s not a bad thing, so what’s the issue?! You absolutely have to keep doing it!"

Seeing her son-in-law acting this way, Su Liyan’s mother couldn’t help but laugh, a hint of fondness in her chiding tone.

"You’re really something else, you are..."

’This son-in-law of mine really is different from everyone else.’

And so, the matter was settled and everything was arranged.

That evening, Lu Yuan would come from the west side of the city to pick up Song Meiqin and his in-laws and take them home.

After saying this, Lu Yuan didn’t leave right away.

He stayed in the backyard and started brewing Aunt Song’s medicine.

They had all the necessary equipment here.

He would wait for Aunt Song to finish her medicine before he left.

"What’s the matter with Meiqin?"

While the medicine was brewing, Lu Yuan’s mother-in-law squatted beside him, fanning the flames and asking with curiosity.

Lu Yuan didn’t say much, only replying:

"She’s not feeling well. This is to help her recuperate. Mom, you don’t need to stay here and watch. I can handle this. You should go and pack your things. Don’t worry about helping here. I’ll have someone show you and Dad around the place."

Hearing this, his mother-in-law glanced at Song Meiqin, who was standing nearby lost in thought, and nodded without asking any more questions.

Soon, the medicine was ready.

As Lu Yuan poured the medicine from the pot into a bowl, he said:

"This stuff is really bitter. Don’t go spitting it out."

Song Meiqin gave him a playful glare.

"Do you think I’m a child? I’ll drink it no matter how bitter it is!"

With that, Song Meiqin reached for the bowl.

Seeing her impatience, Lu Yuan looked exasperated.

"Hold on, it’s still scalding hot."

Song Meiqin pressed her lips together, blinking her beautiful eyes at Lu Yuan.

"Will I be all better after drinking this?"

Lu Yuan gave a slight shrug.

"It’s not that fast. Let’s just say that before, you had zero chance. But after drinking this, you’ll at least have a chance of conceiving. In about half a year, your body should be back to normal."

Hearing Lu Yuan’s explanation, Song Meiqin nodded earnestly.

Then, she seemed to think of something else.

She glanced around the courtyard, confirming it was just the two of them.

Then, Song Meiqin leaned close to Lu Yuan’s ear and whispered:

"Does that mean... the past month or so was all a waste?"

Lu Yuan nodded while blowing on the hot medicine to cool it.

"You could say that."

Hearing this, Song Meiqin pursed her lips in disappointment.

She didn’t say anything more, though.

But a moment later, she seemed to think of something else, and her eyes lit up as she looked at Lu Yuan.

Seeing that look in Aunt Song’s eyes, Lu Yuan couldn’t help but shiver.

"Aunt Song?? What’s with that look?"

...

「Three nights later.」

Lu Yuan stood hesitating before the south room.

"Aunt Song... can we just take one night off...? I... I don’t think I can take it anymore."

From inside, Song Meiqin’s incredibly alluring voice called out:

"What are you talking about~? Hurry up and come in~ I put on that rouge and powder you love so much today~ The same kind Zhao Qiao’Er wears~ Come on~ I even put on nail polish, so you can admire me all you want~"

Lu Yuan: "..."