The Blessed Beauty Returns with a Dimension

Mr. Wang hurriedly lowered his head to look at his own knees.

He was stunned because his knee had long been deformed due to rheumatism and arthritis, and it was quite severe.

Recently, after the rheumatism flared up, not only did the deformed area hurt, but it was also swollen.

The swelling was so bad that he couldn't walk much, and his pants were now two sizes too large.

The waist was loose, but the pant legs were stretched tight because the swelling in his knees pushed them out.

But now, surprisingly, all the swelling in his knee had subsided.

He exchanged a surprised glance with his wife.

"Could it be that their peach wine is really a secret family recipe?"

The same thought occurred to both of them since his leg had been quite a nuisance lately.

They had taken medicine, done physical therapy, and applied hot compresses, trying everything but his leg never got better.

It was still painfully swollen this morning, so much so that Mrs. Wang had personally checked and found it difficult to put on his pants.

But now, all the swelling had disappeared.

Both had the same thought; perhaps the wine was indeed a secret family recipe.

The only unusual thing they did was drink half a pound of peach wine today.

Mrs. Wang's face lit up with joy, "Oh my, I never thought it would be effective. That wine might really be a family recipe. Since its alcohol content isn't high and I've tried it myself without any adverse effects on your body,

why don't you drink it every day, but not too much at once, two cups will do, and we'll see if it works after a long period. We should be able to tell once we finish this bottle."

Her husband's rheumatism had tormented him for years, and easing his pain was their sole wish.

Now, there seemed to be some effect, making both of them very excited.

But they didn't let their guard down; maybe it was just a coincidence.

"How about I drink another two shots with dinner tonight? I'll drink just two each time since the alcohol content is low. It'll be just like drinking juice."

Mr. Wang felt his leg improved, so he believed he could handle drinking a whole bottle without getting drunk, as he could usually handle two pounds of liquor easily.

Mrs. Wang eventually relented and poured him another two shots of peach wine at dinner.

Mr. Wang slept comfortably that night. Usually, his rheumatism would keep him awake from the pain all night.

Sometimes the pain was so severe he would pace the room, unable to rest.

But this night, he felt it was perhaps the most restful sleep he'd had in his life.

He felt warmth throughout his body, especially in his knees where the pain was gone, leaving just a warm flow.

The next morning, the couple got up early, and Mrs. Wang immediately asked about Mr. Wang's condition, concerned about his ongoing ailment.

"How's it going, Lao Wang? Feeling any better?"

Mr. Wang nodded, "Better? It's great! I believe my leg might really improve. Pull up my pants and see, I think there's a real effect from last night?

And that peach wine really seems effective. At least, I got a good night's sleep without any pain yesterday."

Mrs. Wang was excited as she rolled up his pant leg, and she was stunned by the sight of his knee.

His previously twisted knee used to look horrifying, but now it seemed much better, and its shape more pleasing. The swelling was completely gone.

It looked almost like a normal knee.

"My goodness, Wang, your knee looks much better. I didn't expect the wine to be so effective. No wonder it's called a secret family recipe. You need to keep drinking it.

If two shots aren't enough, drink more, how about half a pound? The alcohol content seems low to me."

Mrs. Wang believed more would be better.

Mr. Wang grinned secretly. Was he really getting such treatment?

His wife crying and begging him to drink more.

This kind of heavenly treatment he never had before; it usually ended in a fight over drinking.

He put on a proud face and shook his head.

"How can I drink that much? After all, it's alcohol, which isn't good for health. Two shots per meal will be just right, and we'll see how it goes in the long run."

Mrs. Wang was anxious, "Don't mess around, Lao Wang, you must drink it, even if it means drinking more. It's for your leg. Drink more and let it heal quickly, that's the most important."

Mr. Wang was then interrupted by a phone call from Mr. Wang.

"What's the matter, Mom and Dad? You called me in such a hurry, and I'm busy here."

"Mom and Dad know you're busy, but there's something concerning. That Jiang Xiaoxiao from yesterday, the peach wine your dad drank really works, but I see there's only two pounds at most in that bottle. It's not enough for two meals. Can you tell her we want two more bottles?

No need for her to deliver; I can go fetch it myself."

Mrs. Wang was worried the wine might run out since it seemed effective on her husband.

Mr. Wang was taken aback; it really worked?

"Mom, I have a meeting in the county. I can only give you Jiang Xiaoxiao's address, or you'll have to go yourself."

He really couldn't find the time, otherwise, he would personally reach out to Jiang Xiaoxiao to show his sincerity.

However, he trusted Jiang Xiaoxiao would be willing to help since they were now friends.

Yesterday Jiang Xiaoxiao had mentioned her relationship with the Fang family while on the road, which Mr. Wang only came to know then.

Ye Hua turned out to be Fang Peizhong's biological mother, and everyone knew about the incident Fang Peizhong caused at the farm, Mr. Wang had heard about it before.

Fang Peizhong, a grown man, bullied a girl.

Jiang Xiaoxiao even had a biological brother, and her backstory was surprising, especially knowing Ye Hua was her real mother.

Encountering such a mother like Ye Hua was unfortunate for Jiang Xiaoxiao, and after what they had heard yesterday, he immediately realized that Ye Hua probably came for her son.

She wanted to transfer him to a factory job in the county.

Mr. Wang was on Jiang Xiaoxiao's side at heart; he never had any feelings of camaraderie with Fang Peizhong and Ye Hua.

As for the so-called Old Sir Fang, Mr. Wang had barely met him; plainly speaking, Jiang Xiaoxiao was closer to him.

"Mom, I have to tell you something. Yesterday, Ye Hua approached Dad to have her son transferred to the county power plant job, and you mustn't entertain this. You're unaware that it involves Jiang Xiaoxiao. Ye Hua is actually her biological mother.

Bla bla bla..."

Mr. Wang, sounding like a chattering wife, explained the entire story to his mom.

Listening to this, Mrs. Wang sympathized with Jiang Xiaoxiao!

This poor girl with such an unfortunate mother.

For Jiang Xiaoxiao to grow up so well, it seemed her adoptive parents raised her well indeed.

Turning to Mr. Wang, she urged not to get involved in requests favoring Ye Hua, as their family owed Jiang Xiaoxiao a favor. Since the child helped with Mr. Wang's leg, they couldn't break her heart.

Besides, the Fang family's grandson needed serious reformation to curb his arrogance.

Mr. Wang nodded after hearing this.