Gu Yihan knew that if she wanted to live well in this family, she had to win over Grandma Gu.
So she decided that from today on, whenever she saw Grandma Gu, she would smile, making her feel that the two of them were destined to get along.
“Eldest daughter-in-law, take this child to the second daughter-in-law’s room and feed her some milk,” Grandma Gu said again. “I’ll take a few eggs to Old Madam Gu.”
“Yes, Mother.”
With that, Wang Ni took the baby, carried her to Zhang Cuihua’s room, and went inside.
“Sister-in-law, I’ve brought your second daughter back,” Wang Ni said as she looked at Zhang Cuihua lying motionless on the bed.
She put the baby directly on the bed, curled her lips in disdain, and walked out. She really thought she was some rich young lady.
Only after her sister-in-law left did Zhang Cuihua turn to look at the baby.
Deep down, she didn’t like this child at all.
She knew her difficult labor had nothing to do with the baby, but she still couldn’t bring herself to like her.
Looking at Zhang Cuihua’s cold and disgusted gaze, Gu Yihan understood how she should treat this so-called “mother” in the future.
No matter how obedient or pleasing she acted, Zhang Cuihua would never truly like her.
People’s auras were strange. Some people just disliked others for no reason. This wasn’t something that could be changed by being well-behaved or sensible.
Old Madam Gu lived alone. Her children and husband had all died on the battlefield. The village leaders looked after her, and she still had some influence in the village.
Since Sister-in-law Gu wasn’t at home, Grandma Gu stood in the courtyard and called out. Old Madam Gu came out of the main hall with her bound feet and smiled when she saw her.
“You’re here, Sister-in-law.”
Grandma Gu quickly handed over the eggs in her basket.
“Sister-in-law, thank you for helping deliver my troublesome daughter-in-law’s baby. It’s nothing special—just a few eggs. Please don’t mind it.”
Old Madam Gu accepted them without ceremony.
“How could I dislike them? These are good things.”
She put the eggs in the kitchen, returned the empty basket, and asked cheerfully, “Have you named your daughter-in-law’s child yet?”
Grandma Gu smiled.
“The baby’s grandfather and father haven’t come back for lunch yet, so we haven’t had time to name her.”
Old Madam Gu said happily, “How about I give her a name? This child is destined to be with me. I’ve delivered so many babies, and she’s the only one who smiled at me.”
Grandma Gu laughed.
“Of course! You’re one of the few educated people in our village. It’s her blessing to have you name her.”
Old Madam Gu thought for a moment.
“Let’s call her Gu Yihan—taken from ‘peaceful and content’ and ‘lotus buds delicate.’ I hope she grows up talented and knowledgeable.”
Worried that they might not know how to write her name when registering her household record, she wrote “Gu Yihan” on a piece of paper, folded it, and handed it to Grandma Gu.
Grandma Gu put it in her pocket without opening it. She couldn’t read anyway. She only felt that the name sounded nice. After saying goodbye, she went home.
Gu Yihan felt terribly hungry.
Her mother hadn’t fed her at all. Was she planning to starve her?
Although Gu Yihan had stored formula in her spatial space and could prepare it with her consciousness, she refused to do so.
Since Zhang Cuihua didn’t want to feed her, she would let the whole family know.
Soon, afternoon came. Grandma Gu had finished preparing dinner.
“Grandma, I’m hungry!” Gu Hao shouted as he ran over, followed by Gu Daya and Gu Meng.
“If you’re hungry, come help bring the food! What a bunch of debt collectors,” Grandma Gu muttered.
Gu Hao, 10, and Gu Daya, 7, were the children of Gu Aiguo and Wang Ni.
Gu Meng, 5, was the child of Zhang Cuihua and Gu Aidang.
When Gu Meng was named, Zhang Cuihua, relying on the few years she had studied, mocked Wang Ni for favoring sons over daughters. She said Wang Ni hired someone to name her son but casually called her daughter “Daya.” The two sisters-in-law became enemies because of this.
Soon, Grandpa Gu, Uncle Gu, and Gu Yihan’s father also returned. Everyone gathered.
After calling everyone to eat, Grandma Gu began distributing food.
Those who worked in the fields got three steamed buns. Children got one each.
Holding his bun, Gu Hao complained, “Grandma, this isn’t enough. Can I have another?”
Grandma Gu angrily stuffed another bun into his hand.
“Be grateful. Now you can still eat your fill. In the past, we only had wild vegetable soup and cakes. Now we have mixed-grain food—be happy about it.”
Gu Hao wasn’t angry and happily ate.
“Mom, why haven’t we seen Cuihua?” Gu Aidang asked worriedly. He thought his wife had upset his mother and was being punished. She was still recovering from childbirth.
Grandma Gu glared at her second son.
“She’s given birth. After dinner, kill a chicken and stew it for her.”
Gu Aidang was delighted.
“She’s given birth? A boy or a girl? Isn’t it early?”
“Girl,” Grandma Gu replied coldly.
Gu Aidang wasn’t unhappy. They were still young and could have more children.
Gu Yihan felt the timing was right. Everyone outside had been eating for a while now.
She opened her mouth and cried with all her might—heart-rending and loud.
Everyone in the courtyard was startled.
Grandma Gu quickly ordered Wang Ni, “Go check! What’s going on? Why is she crying like that?”
With no choice, Wang Ni went inside.
She saw the baby crying with her mouth wide open, while Zhang Cuihua pretended not to hear and ignored her.
Wang Ni checked and found that the baby hadn’t moved from where she had placed her earlier.
She hadn’t been fed?
She touched the baby’s diaper—it was dry. If she’d been fed, it would’ve been wet by now.
Her eyes rolled.
So you think you’re so high and mighty? Let’s see how I deal with you.
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