The next morning, as soon as the sun rose, Zhang Weicun couldn't wait to come to his eldest brother's house. His heart was full of anxiety and uneasiness, as if an invisible force was driving him here.

The moment he stepped into his eldest brother's house, his eyes fell directly on his daughter. Without any hesitation, Zhang Weicun hugged his daughter tightly, as if she was the most precious treasure in the world.

He wrapped his arms around her tightly, feeling her warmth:

"Brother, for the sake of a peaceful life in the future, let's have less contact. By the way, tell this to my elder sister, and I won't go to her house anymore."

Zhang Weicun turned his head and looked at his mother again, with a comforting tone:

"Mom, just follow Big Brother from now on. Don't worry about Lingling. Maotu will treat her well."

"Grandma, grandma..." Lingling shouted at the top of her lungs, tears pouring down like a flood.

She watched helplessly as her father carried her further and further away, her heart filled with fear and helplessness. She struggled desperately, her little hands tightly grasping her father's clothes, trying to break free from his arms and return to her grandmother.

However, her father's arms were as hard as steel, and no matter how hard she tried, she could not change the fate of being taken away.

Every call reflects Lingling's deep attachment and reluctance to leave her grandmother, as if she hopes to connect herself with her grandmother through the sound.

Her grandmother is an important pillar in her life, giving her endless love and warmth.

Now, leaving her grandmother made Ling Ling feel that the world collapsed in an instant. She didn't know what she would face in the future. She only knew that at this moment she longed for her grandmother's hug and comfort.

Zhang Qiaona followed the father and daughter, wiping her tears. She had her feet bound for a few days, so her feet couldn't walk fast at all. She was so panicked that she didn't know where to go. If Zhang Weiren hadn't supported her, she would have fallen down.

"Lingling, my poor Lingling, what are you going to do in the future?"

The group soon arrived at the corridor entrance of Zhang Weicun's home, which was on the first floor.

Maotu heard the noise outside and opened the door and came out. Seeing her two crying children and grandchildren, she was furious.

"Why are you crying so early in the morning? I'm so annoyed, Zhang Weicun. I'm telling you, don't let her cry anymore in the future. I hate crybabies the most."

Maotu said, then looked at Zhang Weiren and Zhang Qiaona:

"Old lady, please go back with your wealthy eldest son. Our family doesn't have the money to support you."

After saying this, Maotu went home angrily, twisting her round butt. With a loud bang, the security door closed tightly, as if venting her dissatisfaction and anger to the outside world.

The sound echoed in the silent corridor, reminding people of the unpleasant scene that had just happened. Perhaps only this door knew the real feeling of the rabbit at that moment!

Zhang Weicun was getting a little impatient now. He frowned and said:

"Mom, hurry up and go back with big brother!"

Zhang Qiao Na understood that she would never be able to visit her youngest son's home again. Her clothes were still at his house, but she didn't plan to take them away.

Zhang Qiaona wiped away her tears and said to Lingling:

"Lingling, you must listen to your mother from now on. Remember, you must be obedient."

"Grandma, don't go..." Lingling seemed to feel something and she cried even louder.

Zhang Weicun carried Lingling back home. The old lady was crying breathlessly behind him. In the end, Zhang Weiren carried her back on his back.

Although Zhang Qiao Na lived in her eldest son's house, she was worried. She secretly went to Zhang Weicun's house every day to listen for any noise under the window. After not hearing Lingling's crying for several days, Zhang Qiao Na naively believed that Mao Tu would be good to the child.

In fact, what she didn't know was that every time Lingling was beaten, Maotu would cover her mouth and prevent others from hearing her crying.

Before long, Lingling was scared of being beaten by her stepmother. Now when she went out, she would hide when she saw her grandmother and didn't dare to talk to her at all.

Moreover, in order to facilitate communication, Maotu taught Lingling to speak her native dialect every day and made sure she forgot everything that happened before.

Moreover, Lingling learned to wash her own clothes and pants. Maotu didn't care about her at all. She also had to stand on a small stool to learn to wash dishes every day. She had never done these tasks before, but she is still learning now.

Zhang Weicun also knew about these things, but as long as Lingling didn't get beaten, he didn't care about anything else. Besides, girls would get married sooner or later, and it would be good for them to learn to do housework early, so he thought these things were normal.

One day two months later, Zhang Qiaona met Lingling at the door after not seeing her for a long time. She happily took the child's hand and asked about her well-being, but Lingling ran away without saying a few words.

Zhang Qiaona couldn't help but shed tears as she watched the granddaughter she had raised become more distant from her.

Maybe because she cried so much, Zhang Qiaona gradually found that her left eye was becoming increasingly blurry, until one day she could no longer see at all. She panicked:

"Weiren, am I blind? What should I do?"

"Mom, don't worry, I'll take you to the hospital for a check-up."

The next day, Zhang Weiren took his mother to the hospital. After a series of examinations, the doctor concluded that Zhang Qiaona had cataracts, which were not very serious and could be cured with a simple operation.

Surgery was a big deal, so Zhang Weiren informed his elder sister and younger brother directly. Zhang Weifang had no objection and was willing to contribute money and effort, but Zhang Weicun flatly refused:

"Brother, sister, you have money, just pay for it yourself, don't drag me down, you are all aware of my situation."

Zhang Weifang also knew that it was not easy for him to work and support his family alone, so he asked:

"Then will you contribute?"

Zhang Weicun licked his face and spoke confidently:

"Why don't you two just pay for it and do the labor? I work every day, so how can I find the time to help? Besides, doesn't Mom still have one eye to see? She doesn't need any care."

Zhang Weifang looked at her unruly brother and really wanted to slap him, but Zhang Weiren was the one who had the final say in the family, so she didn't say anything for the time being.

Zhang Weiren was very angry, but he could not do anything about his brother. In the end, Jin Wen stood up:

"Weicun, go away. Since you don't even recognize your mother, we have no relationship anymore."

"I'm not disowning my mother. You're rich and powerful, so of course you can say whatever you want."

After saying these words, Zhang Weicun turned around and left without looking back, leaving everyone with a look of astonishment. He seemed to not care about everyone's reactions and feelings at all, and resolutely disappeared from sight.

At this moment, Zhang Weifang and Zhang Weicun were filled with disappointment and helplessness. They looked at each other silently, with an unspeakable sadness in their eyes.

Once upon a time, they regarded this younger brother as the apple of their eye and tried their best to protect and love him, but now, he has disappointed them so much.

The two of them tacitly reached a consensus: from now on, they would just pretend that this younger brother didn't exist.