Chapter 9: Chapter 9: For Warmbao

“Chen Qiaoqin! How can you be so heartless!”

“You’ve stopped breastfeeding but won’t even let your nephew have any. You’re a mother yourself—how can you be so cold and unfeeling!”

Hearing Wang Pozi’s nonsense, Chen Qiaoqin was angry too. “Aunt Wang, what are you talking about? It’s my milk—I can stop whenever I want. What’s it got to do with you? If your grandson doesn’t have milk, go talk to his mother. Why are you coming to me?”

Yu Nuannuan was also staring at Wang Pozi, feeling like her worldview had just been turned upside down again.

This Wang Pozi really was the most outrageous person she’d met since transmigrating here.

Wang Dabao looked at Wang Pozi, then at Chen Qiaoqin, and suddenly burst into tears.

“Milk… want… milk…”

Seeing Wang Dabao cry, Wang Pozi’s heart ached even more.

“Oh, my poor Dabao! How did you end up with such a heartless aunt? What are you going to do in the future?”

Wang Pozi cried and wailed, as if she were performing in an opera.

Chen Qiaoqin wasn’t a timid person, but she was younger, and couldn’t match Wang Pozi’s shamelessness. Hearing Wang Pozi’s loud wailing, she was at a bit of a loss.

Just then, Xu Shuhua rushed in.

Ever since Yu Nuannuan was born, Xu Shuhua couldn’t bear to be apart from her for even a moment. She’d only been working in the fields for a short while before she started feeling uneasy, so she dropped everything and hurried home.

As soon as she reached the gate, she heard Wang Pozi’s wailing and sped up even more.

“Wang Pozi! What are you bawling about in broad daylight? If you want to wail for the dead, go do it at your own house!”

Xu Shuhua cursed as she rushed to the bedside, scooping Yu Nuannuan into her arms. She gently patted Yu Nuannuan’s back and soothed her in a soft voice, “Don’t be scared, Nuannuan! Don’t be afraid, Grandma’s here!”

Yu Nuannuan wasn’t scared at all, but she loved being fussed over and protected like this, and started giggling happily.

Seeing Yu Nuannuan laugh, Xu Shuhua finally relaxed.

Holding Yu Nuannuan, Xu Shuhua paced over to Wang Pozi, fixing her with a glare that could kill. “Take your grandson and get back to your own house! You come here every day with that broken bowl begging for milk, and now that we won’t give you any, you start crying? Do you really think you’re a beggar?”

Maybe Xu Shuhua’s presence was too intimidating, because Wang Pozi instinctively took a step back. “You, you, you—”

“You what? If I hear you say one more bad thing about my Nuannuan, you’ll have to pay back every drop of milk you’ve borrowed, with interest!”

“How am I supposed to pay you back in milk?”

“Then pay in cash! Human milk is more expensive than formula!”

“Money? I don’t have any! If you don’t want to lend it, then don’t! Who cares about your milk anyway!”

Muttering under her breath, Wang Pozi grabbed the big bowl from the table and dashed out like a gust of wind.

Yu Nuannuan, who had witnessed the whole scene, wanted to give Xu Shuhua a standing ovation!

Her grandma was always so gentle with her, but she never expected her to be so fierce when standing up to others!

She loved it!

Xu Shuhua watched Wang Pozi run out the door before turning to Chen Qiaoqin. “Qiaoqin, I’m telling you, you’re just too soft-hearted. Even if it’s not for yourself, you can’t let anyone bully our Nuannuan, understand?”

Chen Qiaoqin nodded firmly. “Mom, I understand! Don’t worry, I won’t let this happen again.”"

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