"Mom, how could you do that? What about Nannan’s face?" Cui Meihong finally broke down in tears.
Her sobs scared the child in her arms, who also started to cry.
"Mama, Mama—"
"Damn you both, what are you wailing for? I’m not dead yet! Now get in there and make dinner. And another thing, you must go to work this afternoon. Otherwise, I’ll take this damn brat back to my hometown with me."
At Mrs. Hao’s threat, Cui Meihong cried even harder.
—
Next door, the mother was crying, and the child was crying.
The noise grated on Mrs. Fu’s nerves.
’That young wife, honestly... She’s being treated so unfairly. Why doesn’t she just get into a huge fight with that old crone?’
"Grandma, eat—"
Mrs. Fu was overjoyed as she looked at the little biscuit being offered by a tiny hand.
"Aww, my little treasure, you’re so sweet!"
"Grandma, eat—" the little one persistently tried to feed her.
Unfortunately, her arms were too short, and she couldn’t reach her grandma.
Mrs. Fu was incredibly touched.
"Grandma won’t eat. My treasure, you go ahead and eat. Grandma doesn’t like these, so you eat—"
Young Qin Keke tilted her little head.
Her tiny brain was filled with confusion. ’There are people who don’t eat such yummy biscuits?’
Mrs. Fu’s heart melted as she watched the little one blink her big, innocent eyes.
’This child is so cute, just as cute as my own daughter was when she was little.’
’No, that’s not right. My daughter was a little cuter when she was a child.’
’After all, my daughter was gorgeous from the moment she was born.’
’Other babies are all wrinkled like little monkeys when they’re born.’
’But my daughter was different. She was born with snow-white skin, so beautiful she didn’t seem real, like one of those dolls in a New Year’s painting.’
’Back then, I doted on her so much I was terrified someone would steal her.’
’Still, these twins are super cute and very good-looking, too.’
"I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would turn out like this. I’ve caused you so much trouble."
Fu Mingxue gave her a long look. "Alright, you should go home now."
’This is getting creepy.’
As she was about to push her bicycle inside, she turned her head back to look at Cui Meihong. "—If you don’t stand up for yourself, your children will be the ones who suffer."
That was the extent of her goodwill.
This time, she pushed open the gate, wheeled her bicycle straight inside, and then shut the gate behind her.
As for what Cui Meihong was thinking outside, that was none of her business.
’That’s just how it is. If you don’t stand up for yourself, how can you protect your own children?’
’The kids are still so young; a mother has a duty to protect them. Otherwise, what’s the point of being a mother?’
’Unworthy!’
Mrs. Fu came out with a coat draped over her shoulders. "Who were you just talking to?"
In truth, she never went to sleep at night until she heard her daughter come home.
Otherwise, she really wouldn’t be able to sleep.

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