Chapter 670: I am not good enough, but I still have the nerve to cry

Tian Caihong swaggered into Zhang Qiuye's yard. Seeing that the yard was deserted, she deliberately coughed loudly. Still no one answered her, so she shouted, "Where are the people? I am the biological mother of your eighth concubine. You invited people here, why didn't you come out to greet me?

You are such a dog that looks down on others. Humph, when my daughter gives birth to the eldest young master of your family, I will make sure that all of you will be in big trouble."

After Zhang Qiuye had been busy in Qian Yulin's yard this morning, he was now feeling unwell all over and was lying in bed recuperating!

Chuncao, who served her, had disappeared somewhere. She would often be seen missing, and the maids who served her followed suit and had gone off to gossip about other people.

She recognized the voice as Tian Caihong and was shocked. Why was my mother here?

She suppressed the discomfort and stood up, then her heart skipped a beat. She was afraid that what she had done in the morning might have really touched the Madam's sore spot.

Otherwise, why would she really bring her mother here?

she......

Tian Caihong cursed as she pushed open the door of Zhang Qiuye's room. She saw Zhang Qiuye struggling to get up. Zhang Qiuye's pale face frightened Tian Caihong so much that she trotted over. "Qiuye, my dear girl, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Qiuye was helped up by Tian Caihong, and he leaned on her and started crying.

Tian Caihong let Zhang Qiuye cry for a while, then she became a little impatient, "What happened? Why don't you say something?

Damn the Li family, no wonder they sent someone to pick me up in such a pretentious manner. It turns out that my daughter was wronged.

No, I have to go talk to them.

What she said was quite nice. She understood that we hadn't seen each other for a long time, so she exempted me from the formalities of greeting.

In the final analysis, it's because you feel guilty and are afraid to see me!"

Tian Caihong pushed Zhang Qiuye away, rolled up her sleeves and rushed out.

Zhang Qiuye quickly grabbed the corner of her clothes and said, "Mom, don't go. I haven't been wronged.

I haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm so happy. Help me up first, and let's have a good chat."

"Nonsense! Look at you, do you look happy?"

Tian Caihong carefully glanced at Zhang Qiuye and realized that her belly was flat. "Qiuye, where's the baby in your belly?"

Zhang Qiuye's eyes were red again, and her tears were like beads that had broken off the string. Tian Caihong felt very upset because of her crying, "That's all you can do. If you lose your child, just have another one.

Why are you crying? "

When Zhang Qiuye wanted to speak again, Chuncao came in. She had already known about Tian Caihong's visit when she was chatting with her sisters outside. She pretended to greet Tian Caihong and said, "Mrs. Zhang, you are here!"

Tian Caihong immediately sat up straight, accepted Chuncao's salute with a straight face, and said to Chuncao in a haughty manner, "Is this how you serve your master?"

If it were in the past, Chuncao might have cooperated with Tian Caihong, pretending to be humble and saying a few nice words, but now she seemed fearless, "Mrs. Zhang, what's wrong with our Eighth Concubine?

She was well fed and served every day, and even after the child was born, she didn't care about anything else. Apart from other things, even in Mrs. Zhang's village, there are many families who enjoy a better life than our Eighth Concubine."

Tian Caihong didn't bother to argue with Chuncao. She tilted her head and looked at Chuncao in disbelief, "You said your master gave birth?"

Chuncao rolled her eyes and asked, "Mrs. Zhang, can't she see?"

"No, my daughter is born!"

Tian Caihong was so excited that she was almost incoherent. She ignored the sobbing Zhang Qiuye and walked over to Chuncao, grabbing her hand and asking anxiously, "What about my daughter's child?"

"He's being raised by our lady!"

Tian Caihong stumbled back, but quickly regained her composure. "Why didn't you stop them? Wouldn't it be better for the child to be raised by your master?"

Chuncao glared at Zhang Qiuye and said, "Even Mrs. Zhang knows this, but she just doesn't understand.

In this mansion, with a child by my side, at least my future life will be worry-free."

Tian Caihong stood up and walked back, "No, I have to get the child back. Why should my daughter suffer while your wife gets the benefit for nothing?"

When Zhang Qiuye heard that Tian Caihong was going to ask for the child, he hurriedly urged Chuncao, "Chuncao, hurry up, stop my mother."

Tian Caihong jumped up and down, "Chuncao, don't stop me. I have to talk to your wife even if I have to risk my life today.

This child came out of my daughter's belly. She got a fat son for nothing. What will happen to my daughter in the future?"

"Mrs. Zhang, when did I say that our master gave birth to a young master? She gave birth to a young lady, but the young lady is also the young mistress of the mansion. Wouldn't it be better to raise her in her own yard?"

Tian Caihong stopped and looked at Zhang Qiuye anxiously, "Chuncao, are you telling the truth? Did you really give birth to a girl?"

Zhang Qiuye cried even harder.

Tian Caihong understood. She felt like the sky had fallen and sat down on the ground, "Oh my goodness!"

Chuncao was too lazy to deal with the mother and daughter, and she would not reach out to help Tian Caihong who was lying on the ground, so she just let Tian Caihong sit on the ground.

Chuncao looked at Zhang Qiuye, then glanced at Tian Caihong. She decided to sit at the gate of the yard, thinking that if she didn't see it, she wouldn't be bothered. This would prevent the old woman from causing trouble with the lady, as that would mean the end of her job.

Zhang Qiuye cried so hard that her heart ached. Tian Caihong didn't even stand up to comfort her, so she stopped crying. "Mom, the baby is already born, don't sit on the ground anymore."

Tian Caihong was awakened by Zhang Qiuye's call of "Mom". She stood up from the ground, dusted herself off, and looked at Zhang Qiuye, "You useless thing, if you had given birth to a boy this time, you would be half the master of the Li Mansion now.

You, you! You are such a loser, yet you still have the nerve to cry."

Zhang Qiuye was already feeling unhappy and wanted to cry every day. She originally thought that Tian Caihong would comfort her, but unexpectedly, she scolded her.

She couldn't stand it any more, "You still scolded me, if it weren't for you, I would have gotten what I wanted last time!"

"How dare you say that? If you weren't so stingy and fought with me for that little bit of silver, would you be able to lose your child?

You don't care about it, you don't know the seriousness of it, and yet you blame me!"

"you?"

Zhang Qiuye was so angry at Tian Caihong that he squatted on the ground, holding his stomach.

"Okay, stop pretending. You've been pretending since you were little. When I ask you to do some work, you always make excuses, saying it hurts here or there.

Zhang Juexia was responsible for all the housework.

Come to think of it, if I hadn't spoiled you so much, maybe Zhang Juexia would have remembered me for what I did well and wouldn't have been so heartless to me."