CHAPTER 315: CHAPTER 315: THROWN TO THE WOLVES

"Ah..." Wang Qinghua screamed, her fingers clutching Mrs. Song’s arm with extraordinary force, her long nails digging into Mrs. Song’s skin: "Song Chengguang, you short-lived ghost, just wait, I won’t let you get away with this..." Even though her stomach was acting up, it didn’t affect her ability to curse at all.

Mrs. Song’s arm was clenched by Wang Qinghua. She endured the pain without a word, but hearing Wang Qinghua curse her grandson and seeing the three children sobbing uncontrollably nestled in the middle of the wooden bed nearly broke her heart. However, as Wang Qinghua was in labor, she couldn’t afford to specifically comfort the three children.

Moreover, given Wang Qinghua’s fury at that moment, Mrs. Song didn’t really understand the specifics of the situation, but she knew she couldn’t protect Song Chengguang and the others, or else Wang Qinghua would only hurl even uglier insults, and things would get even messier.

"Qinghua, stop shouting, the child in your belly is big, it’s already tough to deliver, save some energy!" Mrs. Song urged pityingly, also not wanting to hear Wang Qinghua swear terribly.

After all, Xu Xiuxiu had entrusted the children to her, and watching the three of them cry helplessly, Mrs. Song felt an overwhelming guilt, and caught between dilemmas, Yuantao finally rushed back from outside, flustered and managed to find a village tricycle driver to take Wang Qinghua to the county hospital.

As Wang Qinghua’s condition was urgent, Mrs. Song, also restless, quickly packed up some clothes and blankets prepared for the children and followed them out the door.

"Niuniu, can you take care of your younger brother and sister at home? If you’re tired, sleep together with your brother and sister in the room," Mrs. Song instructed her eldest granddaughter, Niuniu, worriedly.

Honestly, she really wasn’t reassured about leaving the children at home, but with Wang Qinghua screaming like a slaughtered pig, it seemed overly harsh not to wait outside the delivery room as a mother-in-law. Additionally, her eldest son, Yuantao, a grown man, didn’t understand childbirth. How could she not accompany them? With no other choice, Mrs. Song had to carry the things and climb onto the tricycle to go to the county together.

"I know," Tianxin replied, then watched the little tricycle drive away.

Mrs. Song and Yuantao took Wang Qinghua to the county hospital, leaving just the few children at the Song family house. Niuniu stood inside the room, staring at the bed where Song Chengguang and the twins didn’t make a sound. Song Chengguang, also on guard, looked at Niuniu. Knowing that this sister was not easy to deal with, he cried while shielding his brother and sister, trying his best to calm them, and the three children cried for a long time together.

"Stop crying, it’s so annoying," Tianxin finally spoke up, having endured it for a while.

Song Chengguang’s shoulders trembled weakly. Even though Yuanhuan had filled his head with talks about being strong and brave like a man, after all, he was just a little boy not yet four, facing almost ten-year-old Niuniu, and particularly one who used verbal attacks on Song Chengguang, he was undoubtedly scared.

"I’m not crying, Chengguang and the twins aren’t crying," a scared Song Chengguang still mustered up a rebuttal.

Song Tianxin glared at him irritably, "You aren’t crying? Then it must be the little dog crying. Everyone, stop crying or else I’ll throw your brother and sister out the door for the wolves to take away, and you’ll cry yourselves blind."

"Wuwu, you dare, you’re a bad person, you’re a bad sister, Cheng Guang hates you." Song Chengguang, plump and chubby, stood in front of his brother and sister, terrified that Song Tianxin might actually grab them and throw them out the door: "If you dare to feed my brother and sister to the wolves, I’ll hit you." Song Chengguang struggled with this thought for a long time before finally throwing out the threat.

"Hmph!" Song Tianxin snorted coldly, looking disdainfully at Song Chengguang, "Hit me? With you, this little fatty, do you think you could beat me?" Honestly, Song Chengguang was just round and cute, but calling him fat really didn’t fit at all, yet Song Tianxin intentionally insulted him by calling him a fatty.

If she wasn’t aware that these three little brats were the children of the aunt who usually sent her new clothes to wear, she would have driven them out of the house long ago. Their constant noise and endless crying were too much; moreover, because of their presence, Grandma also neglected her, not even noticing that today Mom had pinched her arms blue, thinking about it, she felt wronged.

"I’m not fat. I’m also very strong, my master is Sun Wukong," Song Chengguang said, rolling his eyes.

"Fool." Song Tianxin shook her head speechlessly upon hearing this, then walked out of the room to play by herself, ignoring the three little brats in the house.

Once Song Tianxin left, Song Chengguang finally breathed a sigh of relief and wasn’t as tense as before. He turned around and gently touched his brother and sister’s cheeks with his little chubby hands. The boy and girl twins had cried for a long time and also had been calling for mom and dad, but they finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

When Mrs. Song returned from the county hospital, it was already deep in the middle of the night.

Wang Qinghua’s baby was too large and due to her minimal physical activity, the baby simply couldn’t be delivered naturally. After several hours of struggling, considering the mother and baby’s safety, they opted for a cesarean section. At a little past midnight, a big chubby granddaughter weighing eight pounds and seven ounces was born via cesarean.

When Mrs. Song received the baby held out by the nurse and saw that it was another girl, she was somewhat disappointed. Her eldest son now only had a daughter, and she had actually been hoping that Wang Qinghua’s pregnancy would yield a big chubby boy. If it hadn’t been for the thought of a grandson supporting her, she wouldn’t have tolerated Wang Qinghua’s prolonged labor, and now, after many months of anticipation, it turned out to be another granddaughter, making Mrs. Song’s feelings particularly complicated, especially since, due to the baby’s size and the cesarean birth, the doctors declared that Wang Qinghua could no longer get pregnant, which considerably dampened Mrs. Song’s joy of getting a granddaughter.

No more children, could it mean her oldest son would have no male heir? Although the current policy was one-child, rural residences could have another if the first was a girl, and if one had the means, even exceeding the limit and paying a fine was manageable. But with Wang Qinghua unable to bear children, things grew complicated, Mrs. Song thought, then looking at her somewhat desolate eldest son, Song Yuantao, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

"Yuantao, Qinghua had a cesarean and needs to stay in the county hospital for a few days. You hold the child, and if you’re tired, rest in the ward. I’ll go home and fetch the old hen soup. She exhausted quite a bit of energy and needs the soup for nourishment." With complicated feelings, Mrs. Song handed over her big chubby granddaughter to her son, using fetching the soup for Qinghua as an excuse to return to Song Family Village.

By the time she arrived at Song Family Village, it was very late. The children at home had long been asleep. Fortunately, the village now had fairly good public security, and with the kids at home, there shouldn’t be any issues. Yet when Mrs. Song entered the house and saw the three children who had cried themselves to sleep, their eyelids all swollen, the guilt in her heart only intensified.

She had failed the assignment given by her second daughter-in-law!