Chapter 239: Sister Wang Couldn’t Force a Smile Anymore

Sister Wang’s expression froze for a moment, then she forced a smile. "Hao Rong’s kid here wants some cookies—"

In the end, she was too embarrassed to ask for a few.

Wang Xiang was taken aback. "Oh, what are we going to do? I don’t have any either! If I did, I’d give him some."

Sister Wang’s smile was strained. "—It’s fine. I’ll go ask someone else."

His father wasn’t around, and his mother had left.

She was stuck with this hot potato, whether she liked it or not.

’The thought that she’d been dragged into this mess, all because of Fu Mingxue’s scheming, made her furious.’

But with the woman gone, she couldn’t even say a few words to vent her frustration.

’Whatever, I’ll just look after him for now!’

She turned, ready to leave.

But Hao Ziji hadn’t earned his reputation as the compound’s resident brat for nothing.

The moment he heard they were leaving, he threw another tantrum. "I don’t wanna go! I want cookies! Qin Hao and Qin Keke have some—"

Wang Xiang was flabbergasted.

’So this little brat was after the twins’ snacks.’

’How could a five-year-old have the gall to demand food from one-year-olds?’

His tantrum was giving Sister Wang a splitting headache.

’If this were her own kid, she would’ve smacked him ages ago.’

"—Wang Xiang, Qin Tuan’s two kids are at your place, right? Do they have any cookies? How about you give him a small piece?"

"We really don’t have any. The kids started crying when they saw Aunt Fu leave, so I used the last of the cookies to calm them down. If there were any left, I’d definitely give him a piece."

’As if I would! Those kids are just babies!’

’And how old is Hao Ziji?’

’Besides, Aunt Fu left those cookies for her two grandchildren.’

’What would it say about me if I gave them to some other kid?’

She could see Director Wang’s expression darkening.

And remembering she was the one who had brought her over in the first place, Wang Xiang felt a pang of guilt.

"—Look, I have some vegetable buns at my place. How about I get a couple for the boy?"

Hao Ziji wailed even louder, "I don’t want vegetable buns! I want cookies—"

Wang Xiang was speechless.

’He doesn’t want them? Fine. It’s not like I wanted to give them to him anyway.’

Sister Wang was seething.

’She really wanted to smack him.’

’But she couldn’t.’

She could only swallow her anger. "—Stop crying. They don’t have any. I’ll take you to find some. But if you keep crying, I’m done with you. And when that happens, with your parents gone—"

She was only trying to scare him a little, thinking it would work.

But to her surprise, after a brief pause, Hao Ziji started crying even louder.

"WAAAH! You hit me! You’re abusing a child! I’m going to report you to the leadership—"

Sister Wang was dumbfounded.

Her face went from dark to ashen, then to a sickly green.

’Could a five-year-old really say something like that?’

Wang Xiang was also secretly gobsmacked.

’Thank goodness she hadn’t acted on impulse and agreed to take the boy in this morning.’

Seeing Director Wang’s face, she quietly slipped back into her house and quickly shut the door—

Seeing the firmly shut double doors only made Sister Wang more furious—

Fortunately, the boy’s tantrum was so loud that someone who couldn’t take it anymore brought over a few cookies.

That was the only thing that finally made Hao Ziji stop crying.

Sister Wang had no choice but to carry Hao Ziji back, a strained smile plastered on her face.

...

Meanwhile, Mrs. Fu arrived at the hospital room with freshly cooked porridge.

Qin Wenhao happened to be awake and immediately spotted his mother-in-law.

"Mom, you’re here."

Mrs. Fu placed the still-hot container of porridge on the small bedside cabinet.

"Wenhao, how are you feeling?"

"Much better!" Qin Wenhao was indeed doing much better than the day before.

He no longer sounded as weak as he had yesterday.

And the color had returned to his face.