Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse-Chapter 343 - 339: Waking Up from a Nightmare

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Because of this understanding, Zhang Shan Ni did not agree with Qi Chunlan’s ’obsession’, thinking she was too heartless towards the original host.

But if she put herself in that position, if it were her, she guessed... actually, in that situation of ’seeking but not obtaining’, any ’mother’ could easily be ’tempted’.

It wasn’t that Qi Chunlan was foolish, but rather the ’temptation’ was too wonderful, hitting right at her desires, her very core, causing her to lose the most basic ability to think.

Only after experiencing the troubling journey of pregnancy could Zhang Shan Ni realize how much a mother, wishing to give birth to a healthy baby, would pay in secret.

Because of this, Zhang Shan Ni often found herself recently thinking about her mother, father, paternal grandmother, and maternal grandmother from her past life...

Before her rebirth, she always found them annoying, even though at that time she was only in her twenties, not even thirty yet, they would always nag her about getting married, which was extremely bothersome. After her rebirth, with family members dead or missing, she came to realize that such irritating nagging was, in fact, a happy memory.

Now, she was going to be a mother, but her real family...

Thinking of this, Zhang Shan Ni could only shed tears in sadness—although those relatives no longer existed, she now had a new family, and the baby in her womb... happiness had already permeated her everyday life.

That was enough.

Perhaps those who are reborn will always have more or less regrets; it’s inevitable.

Zhang Shan Ni could come to terms with this, but Qi Chunlan on the other hand couldn’t let go.

Because Zhang Shan Ni had secretly fed Yan Jinsi medicine to boost his immunity, along with a drop of Spirit Core Liquid and Third-level Superpower Water for ’nourishing warmth’, the returned Yan Jinsi, despite still looking pale, was at least able to stay at home.

This time, having had a sudden ’attack’ in the hospital, Yan Jinhao became more thoughtful and cautious, and agreed to his younger brother’s request to stay at home.

It was merely a matter of having doctors come over for regular check-ups, which was nothing for the Yan Family to worry about financially.

And Qi Chunlan, with the old master’s illness improving, managed to suppress the various frustrations and irritability in her heart, and stayed peacefully at home, not thinking about Zhang Shan Ni anymore.

In the blink of an eye, it had been over a month since Zhang Shan Ni’s hostage crisis. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

For the Yan Family, Yan Jinsi’s health improved a lot, and he had no recurrence of illness, though he was still lean and pale, but at least not the sickly grey.

It seems that seeing her younger son’s improvement, Qi Chunlan had a much better expression on her face when dealing with family members.

Only in the dead of night, when she was alone, she would wake up from nightmares, her palms always carrying a thick scent of blood, all of it darkening... bringing an intense disgust and the despair of the abyss!

These nightmares started half a month after the old master returned, with Qi Chunlan dreaming of nothing but evil and blood every night, the stench, darkness, and thickness engulfing everything!

Originally, Qi Chunlan, because of the malicious thoughts she harbored against Zhang Shanni, began to feel a growing sense of guilt after seeing her younger son’s recovery—though she hadn’t raised him, he was, after all, the child she gave birth to. Her morals might be somewhat warped, but that was the result of the negativity brought on by Yan Jinsi’s illness.

Now, seeing her younger son progressively getting better, her negative thoughts transformed into a nightmare—every night, she would wake from the abyss of her bad dreams, and in just half a month, Qi Chunlan’s health deteriorated.

Severe lack of sleep made her spiritless, her complexion terribly pale, and coupled with the emotional instability caused by menopause and the resultant anorexia, although she was indeed hungry, she would abruptly vomit out whatever she ate within ten minutes.

Afterward, her body began to wither away, her hair falling out in clumps. In just half a month, she lost nearly thirty pounds, and then a red spot the size of a grain of rice appeared on her skin—initially on her abdomen, which in five days had spread to her arms...

Qi Chunlan dared not wear short sleeves anymore, even though the weather was turning hot, she still dressed in long sleeves and pants.

Each time she awoke from a nightmare in the middle of the night, she felt immensely empty and scared, thinking this was retribution... Especially the red spots that appeared on her abdomen, which made her even more fearful and unable to sleep.

Qi Chunlan’s despondency was well known to all the maids in the Yan Household, particularly since she came back, and the small gate of the courtyard was guarded by Little Rong, who everyone knew was there to prevent the lady from leaving the house.

Yan Dongsheng had taken several days off in a row and had accumulated many tasks, and after returning, found communication with his wife completely blocked. Particularly his wife’s outburst had injured his heart deeply, so this past month, he used the excuse of being busy with military duties, only managing to come home for two hours on the day the old man was brought home.

Although he used busyness as an excuse to avoid facing his wife, his duties at the military were indeed pressing. After all, the national Rong District competition was fast approaching, with just three months left—how could he not be busy?

Yan Jinhao was also very busy, as he had chosen a civilian career in the military to look after his family, aiming towards a commander’s position.

Moreover, since the Yan Family had connections in Rong District, he had relatively more freedom—aside from military duties, he would head straight home whenever possible.

There was a recently recovered grandfather at home, an emotionally unstable mom, and a frail younger brother—Yan Jinhao’s time could be said to be even busier than his father Yan Dongsheng’s.

Yan Jinsi’s health had improved somewhat, yet most of his day was still spent resting. The old man, worried about old-age diseases infecting his grandson, stayed hidden in his room, rarely leaving except for daily exercise.

However, the old man knew that his grandson’s health had improved, he was able to eat a few more bites at meals, which was progress.

And since the day Dad came back, Qi Chunlan truly remained in ’seclusion’ within her own bedroom. Fearing her germs might contaminate the children or the elderly, she dared not even step out of her room.

Additionally, plagued by a mental illness, she didn’t dare to engage with her younger son who came to visit her thrice a day.

Yan Jinsi felt extremely desolate inside, but thankfully, he had his older brother for comfort.

Yan Jinhao was aware of their mother’s poor mood, but seeing that she had not been throwing or breaking things, nor had she been making a racket or starved herself in protest, assumed she probably needed time to adjust her mindset.

During this period, Wu Jinhao would use the spare key to the house to unlock his mother’s room door and check on her real condition.

At first, he didn’t notice much, but in just ten days, his mother began showing signs of illness, and her aged appearance truly worried him, drawing his attention.

Until the very last time, because he came back late and was finishing up his documents, he suddenly realized that it had been seven or eight days since he last checked on his mother’s condition.

And now, taking advantage of the fact that it hadn’t gotten light yet, he quietly opened the door to her room—