Chapter 651: Admitting Mistakes and Correcting Them Is a Great Virtue

Liu Laosan, seeing that his eldest brother had already tacitly agreed, and thinking of his own wife's conduct, also tacitly agreed that splitting the household would indeed make things easier for their parents.

In the kitchen, Zhang Yurong kept glancing toward the main room: "Eldest sister-in-law, what do you think they are talking about?"

Guo Wenjing's hands kept moving: "Get on with your work; why do you care so much?"

Zhang Yurong said somewhat unwillingly: "We have all contributed to the Fu family's lineage, yet they still treat us as outsiders."

Hearing this, Guo Wenjing suddenly laughed: "Do you still think this is ancient times, talking about contributing to the lineage? You'd better say such things less often in the future, lest someone with ill intent hears and you get into trouble."

Zhang Yurong quickly glanced outside; seeing no one was there, she said, "It's just a joke said in our own home; who would know unless you speak?"

Guo Wenjing placed the washed bowls into the cabinet: "I'm just afraid that if you get into the habit of saying such things, one day you won't be able to hold your tongue outside and will truly get into trouble, and then you'll have a hard time."

Zhang Yurong spat on the ground three times, saying "Pah, pah, pah": "Eldest sister-in-law, can't you wish me some good?"

Guo Wenjing shook her hands, which had just rinsed the chopsticks: "If you say that, it gets meaningless; don't try that stubborn nonsense on me."

Having finished speaking, she wrung out the rag, wiped the stove top, then untied her apron and left the kitchen.

Zhang Yurong thought her eldest sister-in-law was angry and muttered behind her back: "So petty."

Guo Wenjing naturally heard this, but she did not want to argue with her; it was pointless. She now hoped the fourth brother's wife would be a good one, so there would be less idle anger to endure.

Moreover, after the fourth brother married and the household split, they could live their own small lives, and a sense of expectation arose in her heart.

On the other side, the military hospital.

Fu Yan Cheng, feeling sorry for Liu Chuxue, said: "Xiao Guo, go to the guesthouse across the way and book a room; in a moment, take my fiancée there so she can rest."

Xiao Guo readily agreed, turned, and left the ward.

As soon as Liu Chuxue entered, she saw Xiao Guo had gone out; she had wanted to ask where Xiao Guo had gone, but remembering this was a military hospital, she kept her mouth shut.

Walking to the hospital bed, seeing how hard it was for Fu Yan Cheng to lie there, she asked: "Do you want some water?"

She still wanted to feed him the space pool water a few more times before leaving, so that when she departed, she could feel more at ease.

But although Fu Yan Cheng's lips were clearly dry, he shook his head and refused: "No need."

Right now, getting up once was too exhausting; he would suffer, and others would be troubled too. Drinking too much water meant having to go to the toilet; he did not want to trouble others constantly. Of course, he also had his own selfish reason: truly, getting up once made him sweat from the pain.

Liu Chuxue naturally saw his concern: "Didn't Physician Zhao say that water is an important medium for body metabolism and tissue repair? Lack of water slows wound healing, lowers immunity, and increases the risk of infection. Are you sure you want to stubbornly endure it?"

Hearing this, Fu Yan Cheng's face flashed with embarrassment; thinking that for every extra day he stayed in the hospital, Liu Chuxue would have to worry about him one more day, he said: "Xue'er, I was wrong."

Seeing that he truly recognized his mistake, Liu Chuxue turned, poured a glass of water for him, and naturally made a small move, adding some of the space pool water into it.

She took the wheat straw that Xiao Guo had found for her in the afternoon and placed it directly into the glass: "The faster you recover, the sooner you can be discharged; you must calculate the accounts thoroughly."

Fu Yan Cheng nodded lightly and said: "Xue'er is right; I was too attached to appearances."

The two exchanged a smile; Liu Chuxue handed the glass to his lips and even reached out to steady the wheat straw, teasing: "To admit one's mistake and correct it is a great virtue; drink."