"Where does it hurt, Liu'er?" Sang Hongfu's tone was filled with anxiety, which made the First Madam grit her teeth. She had never seen Sang Hongfu so anxious when she gave birth to these three children.

Yang Liu covered her face and lowered her head, sobbing for a while: "Master, Liu'er is scared. Liu'er just dreamed that someone was going to hurt our child."

Sang Hongfu gently embraced her: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. With me here, no one can hurt our child. If anyone dares to do so, I'll make sure they get out of the Sang family."

As he spoke, he gave the First Madam a meaningful look.

The First Madam immediately exploded. She stood up and pointed at Sang Hongfu: "You actually didn't even spare your son's woman! You've found a beast!"

Then she pointed at Yang Liu: "They say a good woman doesn't serve two husbands, how can you be so shameless? You little slut, I'll beat you to death!"

As she spoke, she walked over to Yang Liu and prepared to take action.

Sang Hongfu got up, grabbed her again, and threw her out. She was a woman, after all, and no match for the strength of Sang Hongfu, a big man. She was easily thrown out by him.

Seeing the First Madam falling straight towards Bian Yanzhi, Zhuzhu quickly pulled her back two steps. Her young lady was delicate and weak, and could not withstand the First Madam's pressure.

Bian Yanzhi started coughing as soon as she regained her footing. She looked around the chaotic bedroom, curtsied to Sang Hongfu, and then helped Zhuzhu leave.

Originally, the First Madam probably brought her here to catch Yang Liu cheating, but unexpectedly, she ended up catching herself instead. There's no point in her staying any longer; she might as well go back and enjoy some peace and quiet.

Sang Rui went to the First Madam's side and helped her up again. Tears streamed down her face. "Father, are you really so heartless to Mother?"

Sang Hongfu looked at her and then at the First Madam. Just as a hint of pity arose in his heart, he heard Yang Liu's cry of pain: "Ah, Master, Liu'er's stomach hurts so much!"

Sang Hongfu was already over fifty years old, and now he had a son late in life. He was overjoyed. As soon as he heard Yang Liu's voice, he became anxious: "Liu'er, what's wrong? Where does it hurt? Let the master take a look."

Yang Liu buried herself in Sang Hongfu's arms: "Liu'er's stomach hurts. She was probably frightened just now. Master, Liu'er wants to rest for a while."

"Okay, okay, okay." Sang Hongfu said "okay" three times in a row. At this moment, Yang Liu was like the moon in the sky; he couldn't refuse her.

The First Madam was now driven mad with jealousy. She pointed at Yang Liu and launched into another tirade of angry curses. With her disheveled hair, she really did resemble a shrewish woman yelling in the street.

"You little slut! You're shameless! When Yun'er comes back, I'll see how you explain this to him! You really think you can get away with this just because you're pretty? You've found a little slut! I'll beat you to death!"

However, this time she learned her lesson and only stood there cursing without daring to go forward again.

"Mother," Sang Rui cried as she clung tightly to the First Madam.

"Ah!" Yang Liu suddenly screamed.

"Liu'er, what's wrong?" Sang Hongfu turned around to look at her as soon as he heard her call.

"Master, my stomach hurts so much! I'm so scared! The First Madam is going to beat me to death! I saw it! She's going to harm our child! Please save our child! I've followed you without asking for anything in return, but this is still your child!"

As she spoke, she left Sang Hongfu's embrace and knelt down directly in front of him.