In the house, it's very quiet.

The child named Dazhi was lying quietly on the bed, with his eyebrows closed and his breathing even.

There was a veil on his forehead, and the air was still filled with the smell of wine that had not dissipated.

This was left behind by Yang Ruoqing to cool down the child's room.

Beside the bed, a woman was sitting there. The child who was originally tied to her back was now in her arms. The woman had lifted up her clothes and was feeding the baby.

The little baby must have felt comfortable and at ease. While drinking milk, a small hand was still placed on the woman's chest.

My little feet were swaying comfortably, and I was not wearing any shoes.

The woman held the child's little feet tightly in her palms, and wrapped the child's cold little feet with the hem of her coat.

A pair of eyes, but they never left the ambition lying on the bed for a moment.

The woman's hair is disheveled and her eyes are red and swollen like peaches.

Half of her face was swollen after being beaten by her drunkard man. She had applied some ointment before, but the swelling had not dissipated yet, and she looked miserable.

Even so, the worry on his face was still difficult to hide.

"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry about what happened earlier."

A soft voice came from behind.

The woman turned her head and saw Yang Ruoqing coming into the house at some point.

The woman subconsciously wanted to get up, but Yang Ruoqing raised her hand to stop her.

"The baby is still drinking milk, sister-in-law, just sit down," she said.

The woman nodded, pushed her butt back, and followed Yang Ruoqing with her eyes, full of gratitude.

"Miss Yang, thank you very much for what happened today," the woman choked with sobs.

"If it weren't for you, my ambition would have fallen into the river..."

The woman couldn't talk any more. Thinking of the previous scene, she was so scared that she was about to burst into tears again.

Yang Ruoqing shook her head, "Don't say anything, let me see how Dazhi is doing."

She turned around and came to the bedside, leaned down, gently placed her palm on Dazhi's forehead, and felt it.

"How's it going?"

Behind him, the woman asked nervously.

Yang Ruoqing said: "Compared to before, the fever has gone down a lot. Now it's just a low fever. If you take two doses of medicine and drink a few more fluids, you should be fine."

Hearing this, the woman relaxed slightly.

"That's good, that's good. This child has been having a fever for several days, which really makes me anxious." She murmured.

Yang Ruoqing said nothing and stood beside the bed, quietly looking at the child in front of her.

The child's appearance and facial features are really very similar to Chen'er.

This sleeping look is somewhat similar to the current baby Luo.

The fair and clean little face, the long eyelashes, the lightly pursed lips, so soft and delicate.

It's just that this child is very thin. Lying here, he is so skinny that his shoulder blades are protruding.

The nails on this little hand are very long, and the insides of the nails are dark.

Moreover, bruises and scars that have not fully healed can still be seen on the neck and behind the ears.

"What's the matter with the scars on this child's face?" Yang Ruoqing couldn't help but ask.

The woman whispered: "His father beat him..."

"What?"

Yang Ruoqing frowned, thought of something, bent down and rolled up the child's sleeves, and then looked at the child's legs.

"Is his father a beast? He beats such a young child like this?" Yang Ruoqing asked, the anger in her voice making her words tinge with fire.

The woman wiped her tears there and said, "I may have made many mistakes in my previous life, and God is going to punish me like this in this life."

"It's enough to punish me. I admit it, but you still have to punish my children like this. The children are innocent..."

The woman's tears fell down like broken beads.

It fell on the little face of the suckling child in my arms.

The young baby didn't know what was happening and still giggled at his mother.

The milky and milky sound made her laugh so hard that her breasts fell out of her mouth.

The woman wiped away her tears, stuffed them into his mouth again, and then continued to tell Yang Ruoqing her sorrow...

"I lost my parents when I was young, so I grew up with my brother and sister-in-law."

"My sister-in-law thought I was a freeloader, so she sold me as a concubine to a local wife who owned many fishing boats when I was only twelve years old."

"The member died early, and I was sold out by my mistress. I was fourteen years old at the time, and was sold to a man seven or eight years older than me."

"That man is an alcoholic."

"He is very lazy and is one of the poorest people in their fishing village."

"I heard that he had run away from two of his wives because he drank too much and liked to beat his wives."

"The children you see today, Miss Yang, are actually left behind by his two previous wives."

"Dazhi, and the little son in my arms, are my biological children."

"Except for Drunkard and the others in the fishing village, they knew the inside story. We came out to run boats, and I told others that these children were all born to me..."

The room was very quiet, and the woman's voice was hoarse.

Because her face was not swollen and the crack at the corner of her mouth had not healed yet, every word she spoke seemed particularly difficult.

But these difficulties are really nothing compared to her painful experiences.

"Since life is so difficult, haven't you ever thought of giving your children to others to raise?" Yang Ruoqing asked deliberately.

Because I had heard from Li Zheng and others before that these fishermen and their couples would give away their children along the way if they could not feed them themselves.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, the woman smiled bitterly.

"It's hard to do this kind of thing," she said.

"Send the child left in the previous nest, not to mention others poking my spine, I can't bear it myself."

"Those children are very sensible. I took care of them and grew up with them, and they have feelings for them."

"Dazhi and this little one are my biological children, so naturally I can't bear to give them away."

"To give away any one of these children is to take away a piece of flesh from my heart. I can't bear to give away any of them..."

"An alcoholic feels that life is difficult. He thinks that having too many children is a burden. He makes so many noises every day that he has to give up his life."

"I refused to let go, and he got angry with me. Even if I was beaten to death by him, I would not let go!" The woman said with a decisive look on her face.

Yang Ruoqing was secretly shocked when she heard these words.

I never imagined that an alcoholic could be such a scumbag, let alone that the woman in front of me turned out to be such an amazing stepmother.

"Sister-in-law, you are really amazing." Yang Ruoqing said.

"But what happened today, it's obvious that your drunkard man has made up his mind to watch Dazhi drown."

"For a father to have such thoughts about his son, what do you think will be like for your mother and son in the future?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Chapter completed!