She could handle pressure or hostility with grace.
She was much more ticulous than she appeared.
The car rumbled, kicking up a cloud of dust as it drove away.
The car’s body jolted as it sped forward, stirring up a layer of fine sand from the long-dry road.
Song Qingya watched the tall figure disappear from view through the car window before turning back to open her bag and rummage through it.
The mont she opened it, she froze.
’Oh, is this motion sickness dicine?’
Song Qingya gently picked up the small box of pills, a hint of surprise in her eyes.
’My goodness, he even packed a handkerchief and shortbread cookies... Was he afraid I’d get hungry on the way? Does Fei Jin think I’m going on an expedition instead of just running errands in the county town?’
The more she rummaged through the bag, the more surprises she found.
’Huh? There are oranges in here too! Who put these in... How thoughtful. He even knows I like to eat sweet things when my motion sickness gets bad!’
As she thought this, she couldn’t help but smile.
Hearing Song Qingya’s muttering, Xiao Yang, who had been driving quietly, chid in, "Sister-in-law, I was the one who drove you back from Qi City last ti, rember? You sprained your ankle the mont you got out of the car, and the village chief had to carry you inside."
"Why bring that up?"
Song Qingya grumbled, a faint blush of embarrassnt on her face.
"That’s not what I was getting at."
Xiao Yang replied with a smile, keeping a steady hand on the steering wheel.
"Sister-in-law, do you need this?"
As he spoke, he casually took out so cooling balm from the storage compartnt next to him.
"The village chief specifically gave this to last ti to bring for you, just in case."
"No, thanks."
Song Qingya waved her hand, her arms full of the little things Fei Jin had specially prepared. She felt like she was embarking on a long journey.
"I have everything I need," she said, a sweet feeling blooming in her heart. ’I’m so lucky to have such a thoughtful husband.’
She looked down at the pile of things in her lap; there was almost too much to hold.
’If this keeps up, he’s going to spoil so much I’ll need soone to help walk.’
At this thought, the corners of her mouth turned up unconsciously.
’What am I going to do if we have a lazy baby on top of all this?’
The car continued slowly down the bumpy road.
The stretch of road to the county town was not smooth. It was riddled with potholes, either muddy ground or large pits filled with gravel.
Despite the poor road conditions, Xiao Yang was a very experienced driver and was already doing his best to keep the ride as steady as possible.
Even so, so shaking was unavoidable.
"Sister-in-law," Xiao Yang said, turning to advise Song Qingya in the back seat, "the road ahead is pretty bad, so I’m going to slow down a bit. It’s probably best if you don’t drink any water. If I have to brake suddenly, you could choke, and that would be bad."
Song Qingya nodded. "Okay."
Then she turned her gaze to the scenery flying past the window.
Song Qingya fought back the waves of nausea churning in her stomach.
The long car ride had made her motion sickness almost unbearable.
She recalled so traditional Chinese dicine thods she had learned about and decided to try acupressure.
So, she extended her fingers and began to firmly press the Hegu point, located in the fleshy part between her thumb and index finger.
Then she moved to the Neiguan point on the inside of her wrist, pressing it while regulating her breathing.
After a short while, the dizzy and muddled feeling actually seed to ease considerably.
Her whole body felt a bit lighter.
Slightly surprised, her eyes widened as her heart stirred.
’This... It’s actually working?’
’I’d only heard that these pressure points could relieve symptoms before.’
’But I’d never experienced it firsthand, so I was skeptical.’
’Now, after just pressing them for a little while, my state of mind has clearly improved.’
[System, I really regret not redeeming that dical skill sooner. How many chances to save myself have I wasted!]
She couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
[Looks like there’s really sothing to these pressure points. They’re much more amazing than I imagined. Now I can relieve my own symptoms.]
The System’s voice suddenly rang out, its tone a bit teasing.
[Goes without saying. The buffs we provide are absolutely legitimate and reliable.]
In reality, there were indeed many people who used the na of "traditional Chinese dicine" to promote so-called secret formulas everywhere, swindling people out of their hard-earned money.
Not only did they deceive the public, but they also tarnished the reputation of authentic traditional Chinese dicine.
But truly skilled practitioners of traditional Chinese dicine were often low-key and quiet, and wouldn’t casually boast about their skills.
And what Song Qingya was experiencing at this mont originated from an authentic system of traditional Chinese dicine.
As she thought about this, Song Qingya made another request to the System.
[System, turn the water I have with into Spiritual Spring Water.]
[Task received. Please wait three seconds.]
Following an almost inaudible notification sound, a cool, white mist suddenly rose around the thermos in her hand.
In the blink of an eye, the once-empty thermos was filled with a clear, transparent liquid.
A faint, sweet fragrance seed to drift through the air.
It was the familiar scent of Spiritual Spring Water.
Song Qingya eagerly unscrewed the lid, drank half of the contents, and then slowly set the thermos down.
Her mind felt much clearer than before, and even the fatigue in her shoulders had faded.
Ever since becoming pregnant, her body had been tornted by all sorts of morning sickness symptoms.
The suffering had almost driven her to a breaking point.
After that brief respite, Song Qingya slowly closed her eyes and relaxed for a mont.
Just then, she felt the car’s jolting gradually subside as it ca to a steady stop.
Clearly, they had arrived at their destination.
Her companion’s voice sounded in her ear.
"Sister-in-law, we’re here. Ti to get out."
"Alright."
She responded softly and opened her eyes.
Before her was the main gate of the North City Detention Center.
The person who had co to et them was Lu Yao.
She was in uniform, her expression serious.
Besides her, a few other officers were also standing to one side, waiting.
"Sister Qingya, you’re finally here!"
The mont she stepped out of the car, before she could even get close, she heard a clear, bright voice.
Lu Yao was practically running toward them, a radiant smile on her face.
As soon as she saw Song Qingya, she grabbed her hand and refused to let go.
"It’s been so long! You look even more beautiful, Sis!"
Her words were filled with excitent and affection.
"Xiao Yao, you’re getting better and better with your sweet talk."
Song Qingya said this with a faint smile and a calm tone.
"I’m just telling the truth."
Lu Yao pouted, replying with a wronged expression.
"Everything I said is true! Are you saying I wasn’t sweet before? I’m just the type of person who loves to tell the truth."
Lu Yao stared at Song Qingya’s face.
A complex emotion flickered in her eyes.
’I used to think the descriptions of great beauties in books were all exaggerations. Now, seeing her in person, I realize they weren’t wrong at all.’
In that mont, Song Qingya’s profile looked soft and delicate in the sunlight, her skin fair and smooth.
Her eyebrows were faint but perfectly shaped.
This sense of distance made Lu Yao a little uncomfortable.
’The more I look, the more I start to envy Fei Jin.’
’How did such a wonderful woman end up as his wife?’
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