Zhang Lan wanted to argue, but was glared at fiercely by Old Mrs. Shen, and had no choice but to shut up. She glared at Lin Wanqiu fiercely: "Lin Wanqiu, you just wait! This isn't over!"
"I'm waiting!" Lin Wanqiu retorted without backing down. "But let me warn you, if you dare to come to my house to cause trouble again, I won't just reason with you! I, Lin Wanqiu, may be a widow, but I'm not someone to be bullied!"
Zhang Lan was startled by her imposing manner and, pulling Old Lady Shen along, slunk out of the crowd. Seeing there was no more excitement to be had, the onlookers also dispersed, offering a few words of comfort to Lin Wanqiu before leaving.
Lin Wanqiu closed the door and turned to go back inside. Shen Nian'an was still sitting on the small stool, holding a half-eaten steamed bun, her big eyes full of admiration: "Mom, you're so amazing!"
Lin Wanqiu walked over, patted his head, and said softly, "An'an, from now on, Mother will protect you. No one will dare to bully us." She knew this was just the beginning; Old Madam Shen and Zhang Lan would definitely not let it go, and more trouble awaited her in the future. But she wasn't afraid. With the resources and skills in her spatial dimension, and her sensible son beside her, she was confident that she could live a wonderful life in this era.
She cleaned up the dishes, put the remaining eggs and milk powder back into her spatial storage, and then took out some whole grains and vegetables to prepare a nice meal for An'an that evening to help her recover. The firewood in the kitchen was still warm, and Lin Wanqiu had just finished cleaning up the mess left by Zhang Lan's disturbance when she heard a series of soft coughs coming from the inner room. The sound was light and weak, like a kitten being choked, making her heart clench—it was Shen Nian'an.
She rushed in, taking three steps at a time, and saw four-year-old Chen Nian'an huddled in a pile of tattered cotton wadding, his little face flushed red, his lips chapped and cracked, his already weak breathing now rapid, his chest heaving slightly like a trapped rabbit. Lin Wanqiu reached out to touch his forehead, but the moment her fingertips touched his skin, she recoiled from the heat—the temperature was at least thirty-nine degrees Celsius!
"An'an? An'an, wake up!" Lin Wanqiu gently patted Shen Nian'an's cheek, her voice trembling. In her previous life, when she first transmigrated, the original owner of this body couldn't protect the sick Shen Nian'an and watched helplessly as the child lost her breath in the lack of medical care. Heartbroken, she pushed him into the river. Now, reborn, she absolutely cannot let that tragedy repeat itself!
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