Seeing Yang Dong about to leave, Yang Xiaocui panicked. She couldn't let him go. If Yang Dong went to find her mother, all her plans would be ruined.
And there wouldn't be any silver to buy Yang Daniu's silence.
She hurriedly grabbed Yang Dong and pleaded, "Don't, don't go to my mom. If you do, my mom will know I told someone about this and she'll definitely hit me and curse me. I'm begging you, don't go."
Confronted with Xiaocui's words, Yang Dong was undeterred, insisting on confronting her, "No, this can't just settle like this. How can you not get treated for your illness?"
"Don't go, really don't go, I'm begging you. If you really go, life at home will be miserable for me. Please don't go. I'm coming to you because I want to secretly get myself treated, so if I marry you, I won't be full of illnesses, and it won't affect giving birth later."
Yang Xiaocui was still desperately trying to persuade him, afraid Yang Dong would really go and find her mother.
