"She gave birth. She gave birth to my golden grandson. Quick, quick, let me take a good look at my precious golden grandson. Baby..."
Accompanied by the chattering voice, an old lady in a coarse blue shirt and short vest pushed open the half-closed door from the outside and broke into the room.
She was so excited that she trotted to the bed. The woman on the bed, who had just given birth to a baby, looked terribly pale. There was no joy of giving birth to a child on her face. On the contrary, she was slightly shivering and even a little scared.
"Wow—"
"Wow—"
The cries of babies came from Taowu, hitting people's hearts.
Accompanied by the baby's cry, the woman's body shook even more violently.
She held the newborn baby tightly in her arms and unconsciously held the baby tightly. She looked up at the old lady standing by the bed, and her eyes were full of shame.
The woman's voice was almost inaudible. "Mom, I..."
Before she could finish her words, the old madam had already hugged the child. She did not even look at her as she tore off the blanket covering the baby's body. Her originally happy expression was instantly replaced by disappointment and anger.
It was gone.
Jin Sun was gone.
Her precious golden grandson was gone.
"Bitch, you gave birth to another money-losing woman! You can't even give birth to a grandson. What's the point of our Zhang family wanting you, such a b*tch!" The old lady scolded angrily.
When the woman sitting on the bed heard this, her face became paler. "Mom, it's all my fault. It's all my fault. I will have a baby next time! I'll let you have a grandson."
"Next time, do you still have the nerve to say next time? You have been in our Zhang family for so many years that you can't even give birth to a son. Why don't you die?" Old lady Zhang was furious.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The woman kept apologizing.
"You are a good-for-nothing who can't have a son. Our Zhang family doesn't support money. Throw this child away immediately!" Old lady Zhang fiercely put the baby back into the woman's hands, without the slightest caution at the beginning.
The children's cries and shrill chatter gave Qin Ruan a splitting headache.
She frowned tightly. Suddenly, she shuddered and sat up straight.
She sat on the couch and opened her eyes blankly. Suddenly, she came into contact with the light, and her eyes were a little out of sorts.
He closed his eyes again. When he slowly opened them again, his vision gradually became clear.
An oil lamp was standing not far from the bed. The bean-like flames were sizzling and burning, and the dim yellow flames were shaking violently.
What kind of place was this?
Why was there a child crying?
Only then did Qin Ruan look around carefully. Everything in the room was inexplicably familiar.
She touched her chest with her hand. Her heart was beating. She was definitely alive.
He lowered his head to take a look.
He was stunned in an instant.
The hands in front of her eyes were smooth and slender.
For so many years, her hands had long been rough. How could the pair of beautiful hands in front of her be hers?
Qin Ruan was a little confused. Suddenly, her gaze froze. Her index finger had been injured. There was a slanted scratch on it that had yet to fully recover.
This scar caused Qin Ruan's memories to return to its original state.
This was indeed her hand, but it was only when she was in her prime.
Listening to the noise coming from the room next door, Qin Ruan suddenly understood everything.
She seemed to have returned to the year when she was thirteen years old.
This year was an important turning point in her life, and the darkness of her life started from this.
She was still the daughter of the Zhang family. Her name was Zhang Ruan, and this name was given to her by a wandering and crazy Taoist.
