Chapter 314 - Chapter 314: Chapter 322: Difficult to Walk (1/2)

Chapter 314: Chapter 322: Difficult to Walk

Mrs. Wang was about to say something when her gaze swept past the window. She saw her mother-in-law coming with a basket of items, so she signaled to Han Lin with her eyes. Han Lin understood and lay down, instantly adopting a look of destitute and loneliness.

As Han Lin and Mrs. Wang were still there, she whispered in a lowered voice, “What are you sitting there for? Go and bring Si Ya here. No matter what, she’s the old Han family’s granddaughter. Even though we have nothing delicious to feed her, a grandmother couldn’t possibly be so heartless as to just ignore her plight.”

In the end, she was his own flesh and blood. Although Han Lin didn’t care for his daughter, he couldn’t just watch her starve to death. He felt Mrs. Wang was being too cruel. What kind of mother doesn’t care for the life or death of her own child?

Moreover, after Han Lin had seen the Fourth Daughter-in-law’s child being raised so well and dressed so festively and pretty—even though she was just a daughter—he couldn’t help feeling joy at the sight and a bit of dissatisfaction. He didn’t believe he was inferior to the Fourth child in every way. Not only did he marry a useless daughter-in-law, but his daughter also seemed inferior to the Fourth’s. He refused to believe it. His daughter was just not well raised by Mrs. Wang. If she were to be fed properly and become plump, she wouldn’t be inferior to Fourth child’s daughter at all.

“Listen to me. I don’t care about anything else, but Si Ya is, after all, our daughter. Since you gave birth to her, you should raise her well. If anything happens to Si Ya, I’ll truly divorce you!” Han Lin warned Mrs. Wang, as he really couldn’t stand her neglect of Si Ya. He couldn’t be expected to take care of the child as a man.

“I know. After all, she’s my own daughter. How could I do anything to her!” Mrs. Wang grumbled inwardly but dared not oppose Han Lin’s wishes. As his wife for so many years, she could discern which of his words were genuine and which were not. She went over to the cradle and saw the small bundle inside, her face showing disgust. Children such as the little one required a lot of care—feeding and changing diapers were but the beginnings of the troubles, and it was disgusting. Mrs. Wang, who truly didn’t have the patience to tend to the child, was exasperated and offended by the idea, especially since it wasn’t a son.

“This stinking child, she’s soiled herself again. She eats so little, yet why is there so much waste? She’s such a hassle!” Mrs. Wang complained as she picked up Si Ya and was greeted by the foul smell, unable to help but grumble a few words.

Hearing this, Han Lin also became irritated, “Which family’s baby isn’t like this? Other mothers can take care of their children just fine; it’s only you who can’t do anything right, doesn’t want to do anything, and isn’t willing to try. Why did I marry such a lazy wife? No wonder our livelihood is getting worse by the day!”

Han Lin hadn’t lowered his voice for these remarks; after all, he wanted Mrs. Yang to think Mrs. Wang was unreliable so that she would come to him more often and they could benefit from it.

Thus, Mrs. Yang entered to hear Han Lin scolding Mrs. Wang. While Mrs. Wang was angry, she dared not express it and vented her frustration on the little baby who couldn’t speak. Si Ya had been fragile since birth, and it had taken quite an effort to raise her this far. Now, distressed by Mrs. Wang’s handling, she cried, but her cries weren’t the loud wails of other babies. Instead, her soft, weak cries were like the mews of a kitten.

Seeing this, Mrs. Yang was furious. Having raised so many sons herself, she knew well how to care for children. She immediately understood the situation and couldn’t believe there could be such a heartless mother. Angrily, she marched over, tugged at Mrs. Wang forcefully several times, took the child into her arms, changed her into clean clothes, and comforted her.

Mrs. Yang’s tugging hurt Mrs. Wang terribly, likely even causing bruises on her arms, but she dared not argue. On this issue regarding the daughter, Han Lin wouldn’t stand on her side, so she sullenly stood aside.

Mrs. Yang hugged and soothed the baby for a while, but Si Ya continued to cry in short gasps. Her face turned red; her breathing was labored, particularly considering her frail condition. She seemed like she might cry herself to death at any moment, which made Mrs. Yang anxious.

“What’s going on here? Third Daughter-in-law, how could you be so cruel to let her cry incessantly? When did you last feed her? Could she be hungry?”