Lin Wanqiu knew in her heart that Old Madam Shen was telling the truth. The brigade secretary was indeed a distant relative of the Shen family. In the past, when the original owner of this body suffered injustice, she would go to the secretary for justice, but each time it would end in nothing. But the current Lin Wanqiu was no longer the weak and easily bullied Lin Wanqiu of the past.

She pulled a white steamed bun from her pocket—she had taken it from her spatial storage that morning, intending to save it for Niannian as a snack—and placed it on the kang table. The aroma of the bun instantly filled the air. Grandma Shen and Zhang Lan's eyes widened instantly, staring intently at the bun, their mouths practically watering.

"Mother, sister-in-law, look, these are white steamed buns." Lin Wanqiu picked up a steamed bun and deliberately waved it in front of them. "These steamed buns were bought with my own savings, not the Shen family's property. If you want to eat them, you have to talk to me properly and stop thinking about taking my things and scolding my son."

Grandma Shen's gaze was fixed on the steamed bun. She swallowed and her tone softened: "Wanqiu, look at you, why didn't you bring out the steamed bun sooner? We're all family, we should share good things. Give me the steamed bun, and I won't hold yesterday's matter against you."

"Share it together?" Lin Wanqiu raised an eyebrow. "Mother, that's not right. When Niannian and I were hungry yesterday, why didn't you think of sharing with us? When Dabao was eating steamed egg custard, why didn't you think of leaving a bite for Niannian? Now that you see white steamed buns, you want to share them? There's no such thing as a free lunch."

Zhang Lan couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward, forcing a smile: "Wanqiu, please don't hold it against my mother. We know we were wrong before, and we'll definitely treat you and Niannian better from now on. Give us the steamed buns, and we promise we'll never argue with you again."

Lin Wanqiu felt nauseous looking at their greedy expressions. She broke the steamed bun in half, handed one half to the inner room, and whispered, "Niannian, wake up, Mom will give you a steamed bun."

Shen Nian'an rubbed her eyes and came out of the inner room. When she saw Grandma Shen and Zhang Lan, her face turned pale instantly, but she still mustered up her courage and walked to Lin Wanqiu's side, whispering, "Mother."

Lin Wanqiu patted her son's head and handed him half a steamed bun: "Eat it quickly, it's just taken out and it's still soft."

Shen Nian'an took the steamed bun and ate it in small bites, but her eyes were warily watching Grandma Shen and Zhang Lan.

Looking at the steamed bun in Shen Nian'an's hand, Old Lady Shen stamped her feet anxiously: "Lin Wanqiu! You've gone too far! You actually let a little brat eat a white steamed bun, but you won't give any to this old woman! This is unfilial!"

"Unfilial?" Lin Wanqiu sneered. "Mother, if I were unfilial, I wouldn't have left you this half of a steamed bun." She picked up the remaining half of the steamed bun and handed it to Old Madam Shen. "Mother, this half of the steamed bun is for you, but you have to promise me that you will never bully me and Niannian again, and you will never take my things again. If you can't do that, then don't even think about getting a bite of bran from me, let alone white steamed buns."

Grandma Shen stared at the steamed bun in front of her, torn between two conflicting emotions. She wanted to eat it, but she didn't want to agree to Lin Wanqiu's conditions. Zhang Lan, anxiously watching from the side, secretly tugged at Grandma Shen's sleeve and whispered, "Mother, let's take the bun first and think about the rest later."

Old Mrs. Shen thought about it and felt that Zhang Lan's words made sense. She snatched the steamed bun, stuffed it into her mouth, and began to wolf it down, muttering, "You're smart enough to know what's good for you. If you have anything good in the future, remember to give it to this old woman first."

Lin Wanqiu looked at her and sneered inwardly. She knew that Old Madam Shen would not easily give up her habit of snatching things, but at least for now, she had temporarily appeased them with a steamed bun, and let them know that she, Lin Wanqiu, was not someone to be bullied.

After Old Mrs. Shen finished eating her steamed buns and patted her stomach, she began to push her luck again: "Wanqiu, do you have any more white flour steamed buns? Give me two more so I can take them back and let Dabao have a taste. Dabao is the eldest grandson of the Shen family, he can't be inferior to others."

Lin Wanqiu's eyes instantly turned cold: "Mother, there aren't any more. I had a hard time buying this steamed bun, and this is the only one I have. I've already shared it with you and Niannian. If you want more, go buy some yourself and don't come asking me for it again."

Upon hearing this, Old Lady Shen's face darkened again: "You're lying! You definitely have more! Give it to me right now, or I won't leave!" As she spoke, she sat down on the ground and began to throw a tantrum, "My life is so miserable! I married an unfilial daughter-in-law who doesn't share good things with her mother-in-law and even bullies her! What's the point of me living? I might as well die!"

Zhang Lan chimed in, feigning tears, "Mother, please don't be like this. Wanqiu must be having some difficulties. Let's not pressure her." While saying this, she kept giving Old Madam Shen meaningful glances.

Lin Wanqiu, watching their coordinated antics, completely lost her patience. She walked to the door and shouted loudly towards the courtyard, "Help! Old Mrs. Shen and Sister-in-law Shen are bullying me! They're stealing my things and throwing a tantrum in my house! Everyone, come quick!"

Her voice was loud and clear, and it quickly attracted the attention of the neighbors. Several middle-aged women ran out of their houses and gathered at the gate, peering inside curiously.

Hearing Lin Wanqiu's shouts, Old Lady Shen was so frightened that she quickly got up from the ground, dusted herself off, and muttered, "You little bitch, how dare you shout at people! I'm not talking to you anymore!" As she spoke, she grabbed Zhang Lan and ran towards the door, afraid that the neighbors would see her throwing a tantrum.

Zhang Lan panicked too, and ran out with Old Madam Shen. Before leaving, she glared at Lin Wanqiu and said, "Lin Wanqiu, you just wait! This isn't over!"

Lin Wanqiu watched their disheveled retreating figures and felt a surge of satisfaction. She smiled at the neighbors outside the courtyard and said, "Aunties and grandmas, please forgive my rudeness. My mother and sister-in-law came to my house earlier, wanting some food. I gave them steamed buns, but they weren't satisfied and tried to snatch my things. I had no choice but to call for help."

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