She Only Cares About Cultivation

In the end, considering her big belly, the old lady just reached out and twisted her fiercely, making Wang Hua cry in pain.

"Mom..."

"Shut up, even if I suffocate her, so what? Adults can’t get enough to eat, and she cries every night. I’m so tired of it. If she’s gone, it’ll finally be quiet, and you should thank me. If it weren’t for me, could you have healed quickly during confinement?"

The old lady in front of her didn’t feel any guilt; instead, she stared at Wang Hua distastefully. Wang Hua endured the humiliation, tears swirling in her eyes.

When the old lady turned away, Wang Hua’s hands were already white from clenching. She gritted her teeth, touched her belly with tears.

"You have to be strong, you must be strong!"

The child seemed to respond, gently bouncing, and feeling her response, Wang Hua’s heart finally felt a bit better.

However, when she looked back towards Liujiatun, her heart was complicated. After all, it was her flesh and blood; who wouldn’t want her to live well?

Being with Teacher An is far better than being a child bride for someone else, right? Especially since that family had a fool, a fool!

But without that money, how would the child be born? The old lady not only controlled both their food but also their money.

She’s really exhausting every last bit of remaining value from their family!

Clearly, old people always care for the youngest, but why in their family was her husband the least likable?

What was even scarier was that, after returning home, the old lady tried to gain benefits from both sides. Early the next morning, she didn’t consider Wang Hua’s big belly and dragged her to Baijiawan Commune Primary School, waiting on Teacher An’s path. And this time, she not only saw her daughter but also saw her living very well.

Unlike other children with pale faces and skinny bodies, her daughter was fair and chubby, happily sitting in the bamboo basket Teacher An carried, with bright eyes and black hair. She couldn’t even imagine the child, who seemed dried-up during confinement, grew so pleasantly.

She wanted to reach out to embrace her, but An Yi cleverly avoided: "You still haven’t given up? What exactly do you want?"

This time, An Yi directly used the Mind Reading Technique. Upon reading, she became extremely irritated and wanted to turn hostile right away, but she held back, barely suppressing the anger.

Today, the old lady changed her tactic, instead of immediately shouting and cursing, she pulled An Yi aside and spoke straight.

"Alright, you give us five hundred thousand, and you can take the child away; we won’t want her anymore. Otherwise, if you don’t give us the money, we’ll wait here every day, stopping you from going to work."

"How much do I earn a month, and you directly ask me for five hundred thousand? If it weren’t for me, this granddaughter of yours would’ve died long ago; would you even be here to demand money? People need to have a baseline. Without it, you can’t even be called human. As for money, I won’t give a single cent. You want to make trouble, go ahead; I might as well not work."

An Yi snorted coldly, quickly slipped away, entered the school, and when they tried to chase her, Old Zheng blocked them outside with a broom.

Though they were outside, their mouths weren’t shut, and the cursing was loud enough that the children in the classrooms could hear, causing quite a bad influence.

An Yi’s background, everyone within the surrounding villages knew. Her adopting a child was well-known, and many envied her for raising a found child so well. Many felt the child was lucky and An Yi was foolish for raising others’ children without complaint. But no one ever expected that after being abandoned, a child could be demanded back with money after more than half a year.

Truly disgusting!

Zhang Li couldn’t help but want to curse. A few women in the nursery class were angry; originally, An Ran was the most popular here, so intelligent, almost as if she understood them, not noisy or fussy, playing by herself in the crib, only calling out to be held when tired, happy crawling about seeking playmates, not troublesome at all.

The main thing is, Teacher An was generous. Whenever her child was in their care, she’d sneak them a piece of sugar to take home for their children.