Jiang Huaizhi barely said a few words before the city lord's wife was already smitten.
In her heart, she also hoped that she could take care of Wuyou.
As Jiang Huaizhi said, Jiang Huaisong and his wife really didn't have much skill in taking care of children.
Now that Nan Yu has been returned to Jiang Huaizhi, if she can't raise her other grandson well, then she has failed miserably in managing the city lord's mansion.
So, after talking with Jiang Huai, she went straight to Sun Chan's place without stopping.
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Sun Chan was holding the baby, and the wet nurse next to her was teaching her how to soothe the baby.
Her expression was complicated, but she was still studying quite diligently.
After all, Hongxiu had repeatedly reminded her last night that Wuyou would be her biological child from now on.
This was her most important bargaining chip in establishing herself in the city lord's mansion.
In order to get Jiang Huaisong to spend more time with her, and to become the most important person in the hearts of the city lord and his wife, she had to take good care of Wuyou no matter what.
Sun Chan has made up her mind that, at least in the eyes of outsiders, she will fulfill her duty as a mother.
But she didn't expect things to change so quickly.
The city lord's wife said some things to her that she had heard before in the small building in the east courtyard. The implication was that Wuyou was not suitable to be taken care of by her side.
After hearing this, Sun Chan couldn't contain her temper at all:
"Madam! Didn't you already take Nanyu with you? Why are you now eyeing Wuyou?"
She was ruthless, directly accusing the city lord's wife of plotting against her child.
The city lord's wife immediately frowned: "Sun Chan, you don't need to worry about Nan Yu's affairs. Besides, what do you mean I have designs on Wu You? Ask yourself, with your abilities and Huai Song's feelings for you, can the two of you take good care of Wu You?"
"What happened to Huaisong's feelings for me? He's doing fine now, he cares about me a lot, and he cares about the children too!"
"Really? But I heard that he often goes to see Xia Wei, and he only comes to your room a handful of times. He only came to see you on the day Wuyou was born. Obviously, his heart is not with you."
Sun Chan grew even angrier upon hearing this: "Since you know, Madam, you should have properly advised Huaisong! He is a father now, and he should focus his attention on his wife and children instead of seeking out beautiful women! You shouldn't be here arguing with me about Wuyou!"
The city lord's wife's annoyance deepened; she was losing patience.
“Sun Chan, as Huai Song’s lawfully wedded wife, you couldn’t keep his heart. It’s your own incompetence. You should look for the reasons within yourself. Haven’t I helped you before? So many times I’ve tried to help, but in the end it didn’t work at all. Isn’t that your own fault?”
“I…” Sun Chan couldn’t find the words to refute.
During her pregnancy, she did indeed go to the city lord's wife's room many times to cry and complain that Jiang Huaisong treated her badly, and the city lord's wife did indeed try to persuade Jiang Huaisong in front of her many times.
But in the end, Jiang Huaisong was still infatuated with Xia Wei.
She had pinned her hopes on the birth of her child, thinking that once the child was born, Jiang Huaisong might pay her more attention for the sake of the child, and give her some status in the family.
But now, Wuyou is in her arms, while Jiang Huaisong is still in Xia Wei's room.
Sun Chan grew angrier the more she thought about it, and couldn't help but clench the blanket that Wuyou was holding tightly in her arms.
With a forceful rousing motion, Wuyou was awakened from her dream.
"Oh dear, what are you doing! Wuyou was sleeping so peacefully, and you've made her cry!" The city lord's wife seemed more anxious than anyone else, and she strode over and took the child into her arms.
"See? I told you you don't know how to take care of a child. The baby is so young, sleeping soundly, and you still managed to wake him up. How will you be able to take good care of him in the future?"
Sun Chan's eyes were icy as she watched the city lord's wife carefully coaxing Wuyou in front of her, and she felt increasingly uncomfortable.
“Madam is right. Didn’t Gu Jiangli praise you before? You are indeed better at taking care of children than I am, otherwise I wouldn’t have been given a husband like Jiang Huaisong.”
The city lord's wife paused in her actions of comforting the child.
She turned her head and met Sun Chan's eyes, which were filled with resentment.
She is now even more certain that she did the right thing.
Sun Chan clearly looks down on Huai Song. It's absolutely a mistake to let such a mother take care of you without any worries!
She snorted coldly, picked up the child, and walked out. As she neared the door, she tossed out a sentence:
"Sun Chan, if it weren't for the fact that you gave birth to a son for Huai Song, I would have kicked you out long ago. With your character, you're far from being Huai Song's wife!"
Without a moment's pause, the child's cries were fading further and further away from Sun Chan.
Sun Chan's eyes slowly welled up with tears, grief, resentment, and unwillingness all rushing to her head.
She grabbed Hongxiu's hand and said fiercely, "Hongxiu, go find Jiang Huaisong! Even if he's in Xia Wei's bed right now, bring Jiang Huaisong here!"
Hongxiu nodded hurriedly and immediately ran out the door.
A short while later, Jiang Huaisong's voice came from outside the door.
Before he appeared, there was the strong smell of alcohol emanating from him.
He staggered in, carrying a bottle of liquor in his hand: "What's the matter! Why are you in such a hurry to find me? I was having a good time drinking!"
The moment Sun Chan saw that he reeked of alcohol, all her hopes were shattered.
She had hoped that Jiang Huaisong would stand by his wife's side, just like Jiang Huaizhi, but now it seemed that this good-for-nothing only knew how to enjoy himself and was completely useless.
Seeing that she remained silent, Jiang Huaisong asked impatiently, "What exactly do you want? You called me here and haven't said a word! Who has time to waste here with you!"
Sun Chan closed her eyes weakly, exhaled a breath of stale air, and said coldly, "Madam has taken Wuyou away."
"Worry-free?" Jiang Huaisong paused slightly as he picked up the wine bottle, then said nonchalantly, "So what if she took him? She's my mother. I trust her to take care of the child more than you do. Is that all?"
He slurred a glance at Sun Chan, drunkenly: "I thought it was something important. You're wasting my time. Fine, from now on, let my mother take care of Wuyou. I don't think you can take care of children either, so you should just rest."
After saying that, he picked up his flask of wine and left Sun Chan with his back turned.
Jiang Huaisong didn't care at all who would take care of the child. What Sun Chan considered extremely important was completely unimportant to Jiang Huaisong.
These two simple sentences shattered all of Sun Chan's hopes and expectations.
She stared at Jiang Huaisong's retreating figure, clenching her fists tightly.
"Jiang Huaisong, remember this: it was your Jiang family who treated me unjustly first, so don't blame me for being unjust to you!"
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