Rebirth of a Village Girl-Chapter 1005 - 240: Super Protective_4

What does abuse of the elderly amount to compared to abandoning a child?

Yan Erju sighed.

"Xiaoyun, stop being so stubborn. If Yangyang’s mom really wanted to abandon you, she wouldn’t come looking for you now. There’s no mother in this world who doesn’t love her child!"

Seeing Wu Yanyun like this made Yan Erju very anxious; Ni Yang’s family had been so good to them, and she didn’t want Wu Yanyun to hurt Ni Cuihua’s feelings.

They say spilled water cannot be regained, and indeed, hearts are the hardest to mend.

Some things, once lost, can never be retrieved.

On the other hand, Yan Erju also didn’t want Wu Yanyun to do something she would regret.

"Love?" Wu Yanyun retorted. "How can she throw me away if she loves her child? Isn’t it said that a mother should be strong? I think she doesn’t deserve to be a mother!"

Yan Erju continued, "Xiaoyun, calm down. Sit down peacefully and talk it out with Yangyang’s mom and listen to what they have to say; can’t you be a bit more flexible? Even if just for mom’s sake? Mom did, after all, raise you for eighteen years. Are you not even willing to listen to her now?"

Upon hearing this, Wu Yanyun’s expression changed.

She didn’t want Yan Erju to worry about her anymore.

"I understand, Mom."

Seeing this, Yan Erju breathed a sigh of relief, "Then come with me to the living room now."

"Have they arrived?" Wu Yanyun asked.

"Yes," Yan Erju nodded. "Yangyang’s dad, Yangyang’s mom, and your grandparents are all here. Xiaoyun, be good, and don’t say those hurtful things anymore."

Wu Yanyun didn’t respond and turned to walk to the living room.

Yan Erju followed Wu Yanyun’s steps.

When Wu Yanyun emerged, Ni Cuihua’s face tensed up; she didn’t know what to say.

Should she call her child, or should she just call her by her name, Wu Yanyun?

The table was piled with many gifts that Ni Cuihua and others had brought.

Wu Yanyun walked up to the table.

With a sweep—

She stretched out her hand and swept everything on the table onto the floor, pointing outside and yelling, "Leave! Get out of here fast! We don’t welcome you people in our home!"

No one expected Wu Yanyun to react like this, including Yan Erju, who thought Wu Yanyun had calmed down.

"Xiaoyun! What are you doing?" Yan Erju hurried over and scolded loudly, "What you are doing is very rude, don’t you know?"

After speaking, Yan Erju immediately apologized to Ni Cuihua, "I’m sorry, Tingting. Xiaoyun didn’t mean to..."

Before Ni Cuihua could respond, Wu Yanyun picked a gift box from the floor and threw it at Ni Cuihua. "It was intentional! I did it on purpose! Leave! Take these things and get out of my house!"

Shangguan Dehui frowned slightly, wanting to reprimand Wu Yanyun, but considering Ni Cuihua’s position, he suppressed his anger.

If he had any blood relation with Wu Yanyun today, he wouldn’t stand idly by!

Ni Cuihua was stunned, tears streaming down, "Child, I’m sorry. It’s my fault, I know you hate me! But I really didn’t do it on purpose, I didn’t mean to abandon you! It’s just that I was too incapable..."

"Leave! Get out now!" More things were hurled at Ni Cuihua and the elder Zheng.

A gift box corner hit elder Zheng’s forehead, instantly swelling up.

"What on earth is wrong with you?!" Yan Erju stepped forward and slapped Wu Yanyun, "They are your elders! You shouldn’t act this way; it’s offensive!"

"They weren’t afraid of divine retribution when they abandoned me, why should I be?" Wu Yanyun, covering her left cheek and hysterical, yelled, "Leave! Leave!"

"Mom, dad, Daya, let’s go," Shangguan Dehui positioned himself in front of Ni Cuihua and her family, guiding them outside.

Under these circumstances, Ni Cuihua and others had no choice but to leave temporarily.

Yan Erju sighed, her face filled with guilt as she escorted them to the door, "Uncle, Aunt, Sister Tingting, brother-in-law, please don’t take today’s events to heart. Xiaoyun was just too impulsive. Don’t worry, I will certainly teach her a lesson later!"

Ni Cuihua wiped her tears and grasped Yan Erju’s hand, "Sister Erju, it’s my fault, she’s right to hate me; don’t blame her."

Such is the compassion of all parents worldwide.

Yan Erju’s eyes also turned red, "Yes, I know. Don’t worry; I won’t blame her. I will talk to her properly."