After Descending the Mountain, Seven Big Brothers Spoil Me - Chapter 293

Chapter 293: Postpartum Depression?
Hearing Lian Tianyi say that Lian Pei was sick and seeing him panicked, the director became anxious too. He quickly called the accompanying doctor and hurried to where Lian Pei was staying, only to find him sitting there perfectly fine, instantly heaved a sigh of relief. It’s good that he’s okay; he was so scared his legs went weak. He thought he was going to be blamed for another celebrity’s gossip next time.

No, he absolutely couldn’t invite Xi Yan to his show again in the future!

Collecting himself, the director walked up, concerned, and asked, “Lian Pei, are you okay?”

Lian Pei didn’t seem to be in a good mood, but when he saw the director, he still shook his head. “I’m fine.”

Seeing him like this, the director was still worried. “Why don’t you let the doctor check you, just in case?”

“Yeah.” Lian Pei didn’t mind and casually agreed while keeping his eyes on Wu Xiaowen.

He could still hear his mother’s voice in his ears, coarse and sharp, full of sarcasm, piercing his eardrums. But his wife seemed to have become accustomed to it, accepting it all without speaking or arguing, silently enduring the scolding.

Unlike anger, Lian Pei felt numb inside, which made him increasingly flustered.

As the doctor examined him, his gaze suddenly became strange. After thinking for a moment, he got up and whispered something to the director.

Hearing the doctor’s words, the director was also somewhat surprised. He looked at Lian Pei with suspicion, and his gaze also became strange. Finally, he cleared the room and left with the staff.

Zhouzhou, Qin Er, and Lian Tianyi were also called out.

But Zhouzhou didn’t go far; she plopped down on the steps at the door. Seeing this, Lian Tianyi also stopped, but he was a bit scared of her, so he quietly sat farthest away from her.

Wuwuwu, the little chubby girl is too scary. He should eat more to gain strength earlier than her!

Zhouzhou didn’t know what he was thinking. She held a bottle in her hand, her short legs folded together, chubby hands supporting her chubby belly. She sat firmly on the steps, showing no intention of leaving until she sold everything. She still had to make money!

Seeing her like this, the director didn’t say much, just frowned slightly, seemingly still puzzled, muttering to himself, “How could this happen?”

How could such a fine person get this illness?

Qin Er heard his words sharply, feeling curious. He quietly tugged at Zhouzhou’s sleeve and asked, “Caicai, did Uncle Lian really get sick?”

Zhouzhou shook her head. “No, it’s Auntie who’s sick.”

Wu Xiaowen? But isn’t Lian Pei the one who needs medical attention?

Qin Er was also confused, but since the director was still there, he didn’t ask further.

Meanwhile, in the room, Lian Pei was shocked to hear the doctor’s diagnosis. He couldn’t believe it. “Postpartum depression? Me? A man? Postpartum depression?”

His face twisted slightly, and he struggled to force a smile. “Doctor, are you kidding me?”

The doctor put his hands in his pockets. “My preliminary diagnosis is like this. If Mr. Lian is worried, you can go to the hospital for a detailed examination.”

“This isn’t about whether I’m worried or not, it’s absolutely impossible.” Lian Pei’s face looked unpleasant as he waved his hand, and he glanced at the doctor with some hostility. What a joke, he’s a man!

Seeming to understand his thoughts, the doctor pushed his glasses up and explained, “Postpartum depression does indeed have a certain probability of occurring in men. After women give birth, men may feel overwhelmed by the pressure, leading to psychological burdens, which could result in postpartum depression. This also indicates that Mr. Lian loves his wife very much.”

The doctor’s words were tactful, but Lian Pei suddenly fell silent. He knew very well that he wasn’t experiencing what the doctor described. So why was he diagnosed with this?

Wu Xiaowen was also in the room, having hung up the phone and ended the one-sided scolding session. Hearing their conversation, she took a deep breath, walked over, and said, “I’m the one suffering from postpartum depression.”

Lian Pei stared at her in astonishment. “Xiaowen?”

Wu Xiaowen’s eyes inexplicably calm, as if she had made up her mind, she slowly spoke, “Lian Pei, let’s get divorced.”

A marriage of bereavement, a husband’s neglect, a mother-in-law’s duplicity, and even her own son, influenced by his grandmother, treated her with casual abuse and no respect. In this family, she was too tired.

“Xiaowen…” Lian Pei looked at her in shock, then puzzled. “Why?”

Hearing this, Wu Xiaowen laughed as if she had heard a joke. She couldn’t help but smile, but as the laughter faded, she felt a bit pitiful.

She covered her face, trying hard to calm her emotions, not letting resentment distort her expression, maintaining her dignity.

She shrugged and smiled bitterly, “You see, you don’t even know what kind of life I’ve been living. You only believe what you see.”

Thinking of his mother’s words just now, Lian Pei felt somewhat speechless. After a moment, he said, “You can tell me.”

Hearing this, Wu Xiaowen’s face showed a hint of mockery. “Will you believe me?”

He wouldn’t. Not only that, he would also accuse her of meddling and being unfilial.

Recalling the past, her face was full of exhaustion, but the determination in her eyes was deeper. “Lian Pei, let’s get divorced.”

This time, she wasn’t negotiating with him.

Lian Pei looked at his wife, somewhat dumbfounded, standing still and not knowing how to react.

Outside the door, Zhouzhou waited for a long time but didn’t see them coming out. She didn’t dare to leave, afraid that the money she had earned would fly away. So, she took out the small golden bucket that Ye Lingfeng had given her and ran to the next door, filled it with a bucket of rice and vegetables piled high enough for a meal.

In less than a minute, she flew back, sat on the ground, wolfed down her food while guarding her “customers”.

Qin Er followed suit, also bringing his own food over.

Lian Tianyi watched from nearby, drooling with hunger, his stomach rumbling.

After a while, he couldn’t resist and slowly moved closer to them, eagerly watching.

“Is it delicious?” he asked.

Zhouzhou vigorously nodded her head, “Very delicious.” Without even looking at him, she quickly finished her meal.

After finishing, she looked at him again and said earnestly, “Really, it’s especially delicious.”

Seeing the empty bucket in her hand, Lian Tianyi touched his own empty stomach and exclaimed, “Wow,” before bursting into tears.

Furrowing her brows, Zhouzhou asked, “Why are you crying?”

Lian Tianyi sobbed uncontrollably, his lips trembling. “I… I want to eat.”

Realizing this, Zhouzhou suddenly understood. “Why didn’t you say so earlier?”

She promptly took out a check. “Pay first!”

What’s the big deal about giving him food when he pays for it?

Seeing business coming in, Qin Er quickly put down his bowl. Knowing that Lian Tianyi couldn’t write, he kindly helped him fill out the forms and asked him to sign.

Fortunately, Lian Tianyi had attended kindergarten and could write his own name, albeit a bit crookedly.

After scribbling his signature, Qin Er led him next door. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he asked, “Do you want anything else to eat? I offer a custom menu service.”

He shook the check as he spoke, implying that with money, anything was possible.

Lian Tianyi didn’t have a concept of money and ordered several dishes without hesitation.

Qin Er had him write the check as usual, then took the money to the market to buy the ingredients.

It was rare to encounter a god of wealth; they had to seize the opportunity!

Zhouzhou’s fortune-telling was indeed accurate; today’s luck was exceptionally good.

In fact, Zhouzhou was feeling quite inflated; this petty cash was nothing to her. She was after big money.

Just as she was thinking this, the door opened from inside.

Zhouzhou immediately turned to see Wu Xiaowen coming out. Her eyes lit up, and she quickly stood up and ran over to her.

Looking at the almost broken marriage line on Wu Xiaowen’s face, Zhouzhou reached into her bag and took out a few marriage talismans.

In a childish voice, she asked, “Auntie, do you need marriage talismans? You can choose any size you want, guaranteed reliable, one hundred each. No deception.”

Lian Pei, who was chasing from inside, thought to himself: “I’m still here!”