Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space Chapter 1144: A Kindness Hard to Refuse

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Previously on Reborn in the 80s: The Smart Wife with a Secret Space...
Huang Guangfeng reluctantly brought his uncle Huang Shankui to apologize to Han Jingchen for Huang Nianshuang's scandalous actions. Han Jingchen met them coldly in the pavilion, rejected their gifts, and stated he could not grant forgiveness on behalf of his daughter and son-in-law. Meanwhile, Gao Jiangong shifted all blame onto the pregnant Huang Nianshuang, while his wife Hao Qiuye agreed to raise the child to preserve their marriage.

At home, Gao Jiangong lowered his pride and surprisingly convinced the plump Hao Qiuye.

Huang Nianshuang never imagined Gao Jiangong could be so ruthless. She now understood those tender words earlier were mere lies to fool her.

Once trouble arose, he rushed to cut ties with her right away.

Yet now he came begging, claiming he'd take the child she carried—what a sly scheme: "Forget it, Gao Jiangong, you pushed me into this mess."

With that, she turned and strode toward the exit.

Just at the doorway, she bumped into her father Huang Shankui and cousin Huang Guangfeng coming back from the Han Family.

Huang Shankui spotted Gao Jiangong pursuing her instantly, his gaze blazing with fury: "Gao Jiangong, what are you doing here again?"

Huang Nianshuang hurried to her father and urged: "Dad, let's call the police."

Not only Gao Jiangong panicked now, but Hao Qiuye freaked out too.

Both lunged forward to seize Huang Nianshuang.

Gao Jiangong: "Huang Nianshuang, have you lost your mind?"

Hao Qiuye: "This helps no one at all."

Dodging their grasp, Huang Nianshuang backed away. Sadly, the door frame caught her foot, sending her tumbling with a sharp 'ah' of agony as blood flowed.

No need for the Huang Family to alert authorities—the scream echoed so piercingly that police at the station caught it too.

Gao Jiangong paled in real terror; he hadn't foreseen this disaster, and the blood drained his color while he stammered: "It's finished, it's all over."

Hao Qiuye stood stunned, her thoughts in turmoil. She had come solely for the child, but how had it spiraled so badly?

In the ensuing uproar, Huang Nianshuang lost her unborn baby.

Gao Jiangong faced suspension from work pending probe over his conduct; his fate was sealed.

Hao Qiuye fared better thanks to her family's pull, with Gao Jiangong shouldering full guilt—she got only a stern warning from police.

Upon hearing the news, He Jinxuan smirked coldly; plotting against him demanded a heavy toll.

True enough, He Jinxuan had orchestrated tips leading Gao Jiangong and Hao Qiuye straight to the Huang Family.

He hadn't anticipated their swift downfall—they ruined themselves without his direct involvement.

Without Xinyan's presence that day, the outcome chilled him to think about.

Falling prey to their trap by chance repulsed him deeply.

Today marked merely the start; ahead, he'd ensure they grasped the steep price of targeting him.

*

Xinyan soon wrapped up every exam at the medical school.

Still, she committed to weekly sessions shadowing professors for hands-on training at the affiliated hospital.

At first, she aimed for just two or three specialties, yet multiple professors objected, and as she grew thrilled by curing patients, she relented.

With matters wrapped up, right before departing, Professor Bai summoned her: "Xinyan, medicine's wisdom knows no bounds. Your gift shines brightly; we professors conferred and hope you'll pursue postgraduate studies. Pick any mentor you like."

Xinyan paused in surprise: "Professor Bai, you realize I don't intend this as my lifelong path."

Professor Bai gestured to hush her: "We've known that all along, yet you're a true prodigy. What takes others years or lifetimes, you master in moments.

What others spend years or decades mastering, you absorb with ease. Even without a medical career ahead, we old timers hate wasting such potential. More knowledge always pays off, and topping the field comes naturally to you. It might prove useful someday—who knows? Your thoughts?"

These veteran professors refused to let genius slip away; they plotted to nurture her passion for healing, dreaming she'd eventually commit.

Then, she'd dazzle the medical world, her triumphs boundless.

Xinyan couldn't say no: "Professor Bai, with words like that, how can I decline? Though time might be tight..."

She barely started when Professor Bai grinned: "No stress. We won't pressure you—set your own pace."

Thus, it was settled.