VHBF -Chapter 107 Village Bully Daddy (Part 18)

On the morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, the entire village was shaken by news from the Old Qin family.

The eldest daughter-in-law of the Old Qin family had finally given birth!

And she’d given birth to a boy!

Earlier, seeing how round her belly was, quite a few experienced old grannies had all said that the captain’s wife was definitely carrying another girl this time. They’d even wondered how much more Chen Qiuhua would end up disliking her. Who would’ve thought she’d actually give birth to a boy?

There was another piece of news as well.

The Old Qin family’s third son had finally returned. Before the New Year, everyone had heard the radio broadcast saying that Qin Third was blocked on the road and wouldn’t be able to make it home for the holidays. New Year was a huge deal in the countryside—being unable to return home was truly miserable—and the villagers had quietly sympathized with Qin Third.

But he’d managed to rush back on New Year’s Eve after all. It was said he’d brought back big and small bags full of things.

Double happiness had arrived at their door: Qin Third returned safely for the New Year, and the family gained another baby boy. According to Granny Jiang, it was a big, chubby boy—especially sturdy. In all her years, she’d never seen such a fat baby.

With happy events happening and it being the first day of the year, it wouldn’t do to show up empty-handed. So the villagers, having nothing better to do, brought a little something and went to visit.

Some grabbed a handful of peanuts, some carried a couple of eggs, and if nothing else, even a lump of pickled vegetables would do.

Zhao Yueya was in great spirits. No matter which auntie or sister-in-law came to see her, she happily showed off her son.

The plump baby lay at the head of the bed, blowing milk bubbles. He truly amazed everyone. Anyone who came to see him had nothing but praise—babies born this fat right out of the womb were really rare.

“The Old Qin family really has good fortune.” First there was the lucky child Qin Yinyin, and now this newborn boy—what was his name again, Fusheng, right?

Truly enviable.

The village hadn’t had a newborn in a long time. A child born on the first day of the New Year was a good omen, and even the name was well chosen—no matter how you looked at it, the child was blessed.

Everyone praised the baby’s good fortune. Old Aunt Liu muttered under her breath, “What good fortune—ain’t it all that little girl’s luck, letting the Old Qin family take advantage of it?”

The speaker meant it, and the listeners took it to heart. Coupled with rumors from Granny Jiang that before the captain’s wife gave birth, she’d had the third son’s daughter touch her belly and coaxed the child into saying she’d give birth to a younger brother—and sure enough, a brother was born—

With nothing to do during the New Year except visiting relatives or gossiping at home, the story spread. Soon, everyone in Dahuai Village knew, and quite a few people believed it.

Many young wives who were pregnant shyly came running to the Old Qin house, bringing dried sweet potatoes and malt candy, saying it was for the third son’s daughter to eat. The most important thing was that every single one of them wanted to hold her—and after that, greedily coaxed the little dumpling to say she’d give birth to a younger brother.

The little dumpling was coaxed twice. By the third time, she felt something was off. That young wife held tightly onto her hand and wouldn’t let go. Yinyin struggled a little and said, “Auntie, why can’t it be a little sister instead of a little brother? Why do you all like little brothers so much? Yinyin thinks little sisters are pretty good.”

That young wife: “……!!!”

She flew into a panic, gripping the dumpling’s hand even harder. “Say it again—say it properly. Say you’ll give birth to a little brother. Say it!”

The dumpling was startled. Her eyes reddened, but she stubbornly refused to cry. She stuck out her little neck and wouldn’t change her words. “Auntie is bad. A little sister is fine too!”

Hearing this, the woman’s eyes turned red, her eyeballs nearly popping out as she shouted, “Why are you such a disobedient child? Who are you cursing? How rude! Why would I give birth to a girl? I’m having a son!”

“Were you picked up from somewhere? A money-losing thing! No wonder you were thrown away into the mountains and only got picked up by the Old Qin family! Sooner or later, even your hooligan father will throw you away!”

Those words were vicious. If the child really had been abandoned and picked up, they might’ve left a lasting shadow. But the dumpling wasn’t—she’d transmigrated here to find her dad.

Even so, the words still hurt badly. Her dad liked her so much and bought her so many things—he’d never throw her away!

The emotions she’d barely been holding back finally burst. Tears fell down her cheeks.

This woman was the eldest daughter-in-law of the Wang family, already well into her thirties. She was in the same situation as the captain’s wife—three daughters in a row. She’d finally gotten pregnant again and was extremely tense, secretly praying every day for a son. Her mother-in-law pressured her constantly, and life wasn’t easy.

The dumpling’s little milky voice, sharpened by anger, was surprisingly loud. It reached the ears of the three children who were about to play in the courtyard. Hei Mian, Bai Mian, and Xiao Hua rushed over. Seeing the woman about to hit their little sister, Hei Mian and Bai Mian charged ahead, with timid Xiao Hua mustering her courage to follow behind her brothers.

They had to protect their little sister!

“Hey! Don’t hit our sister!”

“Auntie Wang, what are you doing? Why are you grabbing our sister’s hand?”

There were quite a few visitors today, all with no ill intent, bringing gifts to congratulate them. Earlier, two young wives had come, touched the dumpling, coaxed her to say a few words, and left satisfied. So the Old Qin family hadn’t paid much attention.

The third son had gone to the county early in the morning, so he didn’t know about any of this. He needed to go back and hand over his work. He’d returned late last night and hadn’t finished the handover with the factory’s transport team. He’d only been paid half his wages, with the other half to be collected later.

Using the excuse of handing things over, Qin Yuli had no intention of letting this job go. Since it had been given to him, he intended to stand firm and keep it.

While he was busy in the county making plans, he had no idea there’d been a commotion at home.

Chen Qiuhua was in the kitchen cooking with the second daughter-in-law. The eldest daughter-in-law had just given birth and couldn’t move, so she had to do it herself.

They hadn’t made any fancy dishes on New Year’s Eve, planning to make up for it today!

Hearing the children’s shouts, Chen Qiuhua wiped her hands and rushed out. “What’s going on? What’s all this noise?”

Seeing that brainless young wife gripping her precious granddaughter’s hand, with her other hand raised high—and being tightly held down by three children—she saw her precious girl standing there with red eyes, so small and pitiful it broke her heart!

Chen Qiuhua’s eyes widened. She didn’t say a word—she dashed back into the kitchen even faster than before and came out holding a kitchen knife.

The old woman’s face was dark as water, her aged features so black they could drip. Her voice sounded as if squeezed through clenched teeth. “You from the Wang family—what are you doing?”

“Say it. What are you doing?”

“Bullying my granddaughter, are you? You think my Old Qin family is easy to bully?”

The Wang family’s eldest daughter-in-law was startled. Seeing the gleaming knife in the old woman’s hand, she was terrified.

She instinctively let go, stammering, “W-well, Auntie, calm down. I—I was just playing around with your granddaughter.”

“Isn’t that right, little girl?”

The dumpling, tears strung across her face, shrank back in fear. Once her little hand was freed, she immediately ran behind her grandma, hugged her leg, and whimpered with a nasal, trembling voice, “Grandma…”

Chen Qiuhua grew even angrier, her heart aching. She squatted down and checked her granddaughter from head to toe—no hair pulled out, but her wrist was red and a little swollen from being squeezed.

She slammed the knife down in front of the woman with a loud bang, making her jump. “Today I’m not hitting you. If you weren’t pregnant, I’m telling you, you’d walk in upright and leave lying flat!”

“What, you don’t believe me? Let me tell you—Third isn’t home today. If he were, with his dog temper, he’d chop you on the spot!”

“You dare bully my Old Qin family’s girl? If you give birth to a girl, then it’s a girl. Why take your anger out on a child?”

“If you give birth to a girl, that’s because you’re useless. You have to be coaxed into hearing you’ll have a son just to be happy? I’m telling you, someone as wicked as you doesn’t have that kind of fate!”

Chen Qiuhua sprayed her with words at full volume. Even after finishing, she wasn’t satisfied and drove her away. “This matter isn’t over today. Once I’m done here, I’ll go to your Wang family and settle accounts with your mother-in-law!”

Wang family’s eldest daughter-in-law: “…What’s all this for? Why is it so serious? I didn’t even hit the child, did I?”

“Get lost, get lost, get lost! I’m not talking to a brainless fool like you. I’m going to find your mother-in-law. No apology, and this won’t be over.”

When Qin Yuli returned after successfully taking care of things, the atmosphere at home felt off.

Logically, a new baby should mean happiness. The mood had been good in the morning—how did it change so much after he stepped out?

He went up to his mother and looked at her dark face. “What’s wrong, Mom? What are you upset about now?”

Chen Qiuhua was furious, too angry to speak. She planned to grab a knife and go to the Wang family to demand justice after lunch.

Before the sulking old woman could say anything, the children crowded around and talked all at once, explaining what had happened.

“Third Uncle, that Auntie Wang was so fierce. She forced sister to say she’d give birth to a little brother. When sister wouldn’t say it, she tried to hit her—so scary.”

“Yeah, yeah! She even squeezed sister’s hand till it hurt. I saw red marks.”

“Third Uncle, sister was terrified. She cried.”

“Third Uncle, Third Uncle, we protected sister today—can we read a little less?”

Qin Yuli’s face darkened instantly, even darker than his mother’s. He stood up and walked toward the room.

The door was gently pushed open. The little girl lay on the bed with her eyes closed, curled into a small ball under the blanket. Tear marks still clung to the corners of her eyes.

His mother had said she cried—cried from fear—and fell asleep from exhaustion.

Qin Yuli’s steps felt heavy, but he tried to lighten them. He suppressed the urge to hit someone and gently sat by the bed, his big hand lightly touching the dumpling’s face. Her temperature was normal—she just slept restlessly.

She was murmuring something. Qin Yuli leaned down to listen, hearing her broken whispers:
“Daddy… no… Yinyin is good… don’t throw me away…”

Qin Yuli’s brows sank. He clenched his fists, teeth grinding audibly.

That woman had suddenly shouted at her today, frightening her terribly.

The system was furious—about to explode.

One man and one system: one outside, furious beyond measure but desperately suppressing it; the other, hidden in the dark, so angry its system data was on the verge of chaos.

Stupid humans—how dare they bully his little cub?!

The system rolled around in rage several times. Then, thinking it over, it felt a strange satisfaction. It had to thank its dear big brother System 001 for securing a “cheat” for the dumpling. This cheat not only gave her a born-with-it lucky koi fate—practically Heaven’s own daughter—but could also rebound malice back at bad people. Anyone who treated the cub badly would get it reflected back.

Didn’t she not want to give birth to a girl? Then this baby was definitely going to be a girl!

With a dark face, Chen Qiuhua instructed the second daughter-in-law to bring the cooked food to the table. Just then, she saw her third son stride out with long legs, his face grim. He didn’t head for the dining table—he was going outside.

Her third son was usually carefree and grinning, rarely this tight-faced. Seeing his menacing posture, Chen Qiuhua had a bad feeling and asked, “It’s almost time to eat. What are you going out for?”