"Ouch, my stomach is hurting..."
Upon hearing her cry out in pain, Xiu’er didn’t dare to touch her anymore. As a result, Ms. Luo conveniently sat on the ground, all the while loudly complaining, "What sort of relatives, what sort of niece is this?"
"Oh gosh, look at my belly." Ms. Luo cried while casting a venomous glance at Yang Chuxia, "All I wanted was for you to help me grow sugarcane. If you don’t want to, then so be it. After all, we are family, aren’t we? But was it necessary to have someone drive me away? You, you shameless girl with no respect for anyone, how dare you pull me when I’m pregnant! Oh, my stomach, you are just a servant yet you dare to harm my child."
At this moment, Xiu’er was genuinely shocked, all she did was touch her arm lightly, how can that harm her baby?
Yang Chuxia saw right through her act. This woman was truly shameless, using even her unborn child as a means to an end.
Because Ms. Luo’s cries were loud enough, they caught the attention of everyone nearby who were building a house. Yang Dachuan and others were no exception.
Naturally, they came over to ask what was going on. Seeing that Old Yang was also present, Ms. Luo felt even bolder.
She yelled, "Father, father, you have to help me, look at your darling granddaughter. All I wanted was her to help me grow sugarcane. She doesn’t like me, fine then, but the child in my belly is her brother. How could she order a servant to tug at me? Oh, my stomach hurts, my child..."
After Ms. Luo finished speaking, Old Yang turned a shade of green. Some people couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
"Hahaha..." Yang Chuxia, laughed heartily.
Old Yang, seeing his granddaughter’s merry laugh, couldn’t help but crack a slight smile.
However, upon seeing his daughter-in-law still sitting on the ground, appearing quite clueless and staring blankly at everyone, he grew irritated.
He reprimanded, "Isn’t it time you stood up? Why are you still sitting on the ground? Isn’t it embarrassing?"
"Father! It’s your precious granddaughter who had the servant drive me away, causing my stomach to hurt." Seeing Old Yang scold her, Ms. Luo’s voice raised an octave. Why does this old man favor her so much?
Yang Chuxia picked up a feather duster and took a step forward.
"Seriously, don’t you have any sense? You claim your stomach hurts as if you’re having a miscarriage. Yet you speak so much, without even blushing or gasping for breath. Your acting is poor, and you even dare to set a trap. It’s just too laughable, what will you do if you actually end up miscarrying? I bet your husband will then look for a younger woman, and you’ll have no place to weep."
Ms. Luo, hearing these words, finally came back to her senses. Her face flushed deep red with embarrassment, and she stood up, muttering under her breath about her failed plan.
But, with things having gone this far and her objective still unattained, she appealed to Old Yang, "Father, can’t blame me for causing a ruckus. Look, our life now is good but in a few months your grandson will be born. Everything will cost money then. I wanted Xiaxia to help me grow sugarcane, isn’t that for the sake of your grandson too? Look, Qingrui and Qingtong are doing well and Qingbao is in school. Don’t I also wish for our child to attend school in the future? Is not my intent to earn more money? I wasn’t asking for her to give it to me for free, so why is it not possible?"
Upon hearing this, Old Yang became distressed. His granddaughter must not have agreed to his daughter-in-law’s request, otherwise, things wouldn’t have escalated to this point. But his daughter-in-law is also right. His granddaughter isn’t very good at expressing herself, so what should they do?