She Only Cares About Cultivation

The Old Lady was wheezing with anger, and the village chief’s secretary was worried she might be too worked up, but thankfully the Old Lady came with the intent to resolve this, so she gritted her teeth and endured it.

Once everyone sat down, An Yi looked at the woman: "How many months?"

The woman was very grateful to An Yi and immediately replied: "Five or six months."

"You want my daughter; what proof do you have?"

The woman’s eyes turned red, "She, she has a red birthmark behind her ear, the size of a mung bean."

"Date of birth."

"October 8, 1953. The day we found her was November 14. It was very cold that day, and it was snowing. It was my mother-in-law who took the baby out. She was only half a month old at that time because I didn’t have enough milk. She was afraid I couldn’t raise her, so she..., "

"Ha, so why do you want her back now? I raised her, and you want to take her away? Did you ask my opinion first? Moreover, what makes you think that with your five or six-month pregnant belly, you can raise two children at the same time by taking my daughter back?"

"Why are you concerned about us taking her back? This child is ours, and we will take her if we want. Does that concern you?"

"Of course, it concerns me. Even if I have to go to the ends of the earth, I am the child’s mom. It’s my daughter. Are you saying it’s not my concern?"

An Yi snorted coldly and looked at the Old Lady, not showing any kindness. Who knows what scheme this old hag is plotting?

"Village chief, secretary, you have to stand by me here. I worked so hard to raise this child to six or seven months. They can’t just take her away if they want, right? How should I account for all my efforts day and night? You can take her back, but give me five hundred thousand yuan. Not a penny less. Otherwise, you can go and sue me. I would like to see who the police support. It’s you who abandoned her. I raised her for six or seven months, made her healthy and plump, and you want to take her with just a word? What a beautiful dream you’re having in broad daylight!"

The Old Lady jumped to her feet, trying to make a move, but her daughter-in-law held her back.

"Oh, mom, what are you doing? Didn’t we agree to speak nicely? Why are you making enemies right away? Where did she say anything wrong? It’s true you abandoned the child. When you’re asking for a favor, shouldn’t you show the attitude of someone asking for help?"

Then, turning the tone, with eyes filled with tears, she looked at An Yi: "It’s just that, Teacher An, isn’t five hundred thousand too much?"

"Too much? Not at all, where’s the excess? The child is sleeping right now. You’ll see in a bit. I raised her with care, sparing my own rations for her, and even asked someone to get her milk powder. Do you think asking for five hundred thousand is too much? I actually feel like it’s a loss. All those sleepless days and nights, for what? You think I’ll give her to you for five hundred thousand?"

"You nasty woman, how is this any different from selling a child?"

"I want to make sure you can’t afford it. Do you think I just set the price at five hundred thousand for fun? Let me tell you clearly, I won’t give up the child."

"This is a child of The Qians. Why won’t you give her to us? If you don’t, we’ll sue you. Then you’ll get nothing, not even ten cents."

An Yi crossed her arms, looking at them with disdain: "Then go ahead and sue. Why are you here with me? Just go and sue. I’m not giving up the child! Who knows what wicked plans you have in your stomachs, discarding the child and then regretting it? Don’t tell me you want to sell this child for money?"

The words made the biological mom’s face instantly turn red with embarrassment, and the Old Lady jumped up as if she had been pricked by a needle—