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Chapter 92: All for a Son

"You fart!"

Old Mrs. Qian remained unrepentant, refusing to believe or admit that she was the one who harmed Wang Cui.

And there's Wang Cui's baby, her precious grandson.

How could she possibly harm the Tian family's precious grandson?

Old Mrs. Qian thought Qiao Nian was lying, and lying without even thinking.

Qiao Nian scoffed, too lazy to talk to Old Lady Qian.

Lin Zhen also came out from inside. Listening to what Old Lady Qian said, she also felt that this person was truly beyond redemption.

"Go find Tian Dalei and ask him how he wants to calculate it."

The person who had been called to ask Qiao Nian for help was about to go out to find Tian Dalei again.

Upon seeing this, Old Lady Qian immediately reached out and grabbed her.

"What do you want to do?"

"The house is filthy right now. You're calling my Da Lei back so he can run into dirt and have bad luck?"

How can you be so heartless?

Qiao Nian...

Lin Zhen...

The person being pulled...

There is no cure. There is absolutely no cure.

Just as Qiao Nian and the others were thinking of going forward to pull Old Lady Qian away, Lu Xiao's voice rang out from outside.

"Niannian, what happened here? Do you need help?"

Lu Xiao's arrival was a timely help.

Qiao Nian spoke up immediately and reported the current situation.

"Lu Xiao, go find Tian Dalei quickly. His wife was killed by his mother. Ask him what he wants to do."

"You fart!"

Old Mrs. Qian even wanted to beat up Qiao Nian.

Qiao Nian moved aside.

Lu Xiao frowned deeply.

"Go in and hold her down."

He spoke to the two soldiers beside him.

The two soldiers nodded and rushed in, grabbing Old Lady Qian.

Old Mrs. Money?
"What are you doing? Let me go! What are you trying to do? Let me go right now!"

She struggled incessantly, even hurling insults, trying to drive away the person holding her.

But nobody paid any attention to her.

The soldier didn't joke with her.

Qiao Nian and Lin Zhen hated Old Woman Qian to death, and no one would speak up for her.

Old Lady Qian was held down and unable to move.

Her three granddaughters, the three sisters Tian Zhaodi, Lai Di, and Jie Di, watched from the side, trembling with fear.

Seeing this, Qiao Nian went forward to comfort the three girls.

"Don't be afraid, this has nothing to do with you."

Tian Zhaodi looked timidly at Qiao Nian.

"Auntie, is my mother really dead?"

She was the eldest of several sisters and was already twelve years old, but because she had been hungry and cold for a long time, she was so thin that she was just skin and bones.

On his thin face, his eyes were exceptionally large.

It's also quite frightening when it looks at people.

Qiao Nian gave a soft "hmm".

"Yes."

"Will Grandma be the only one pricking us with needles from now on?"

The younger Tian Jiedi asked.

Tian Zhaodi immediately scolded her younger sister, telling her not to talk nonsense.

Tian Jiedi shuddered in fright, tears welling up in her eyes.

Qiao Nian?

"What did you say?" "To prick you with needles?"

Qiao Nian doubted her ears.

But her gaze fell on the three unusually thin sisters in front of her, and after thinking for a moment, she told them to roll up their sleeves.

"Let me see your hands."

The three sisters instinctively hid their hands behind their backs.

Qiao Nian said, "Don't be afraid, I'm just looking, I won't do anything."

Perhaps it was because she was very approachable, or perhaps these three sisters had never been spoken to so gently before.

As a result, they became a little bolder.

It really is only a little bit.

The three sisters tentatively and slowly extended their arms.

Qiao Nian pulled up their sleeves.

The scene before her made her doubt her own eyes, wondering if what she was seeing was real.

"Director Lin..."

Qiao Nian called to Lin Zhen, who was standing to the side.

Her tone was somewhat urgent.

Lin Zhen quickly came over. "What's wrong?"

When she came to Qiao Nian's side and saw the three sisters' thin, withered arms covered with countless needle marks, she began to doubt her own eyes.

"This……"

"What's this?"

Lin Zhen found it hard to believe that the hands of the three sisters in front of her belonged to a living person.

Qiao Nian is the same.

She stared at the three Tian sisters' arms, which had turned black, and frowned deeply. "Were these all from needle pricks?"

There are new wounds and old wounds on it, and tiny holes are densely packed together.

If someone has trypophobia, they will definitely be frightened by the sight in front of them and have an attack.

This is terrifying.

Tian Zhaodi lowered her eyes, not daring to say anything rash.

The other two sisters didn't dare to say much either.

Some neighbors who heard the news came over to join in the fun, and some of them happened to see the three sisters' arms.

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, "Could it be that they're deliberately treating their daughter so cruelly in order to scare away the girl who wants to be reincarnated, just so their son can come?"

This was a claim that Qiao Nian, who was born in the city, had never heard before.

This is the first time I've heard of it.

This was the first time Lin Zhen had ever heard of such a thing.

Someone else chimed in, "I've also heard that back in my hometown there was an old woman who had given birth to seven daughters. In order to give birth to a son next time, she would prick her daughters with needles and scald them with boiling water."

"It is said that this is to scare away daughters who still want to be reincarnated, to let them know that this family does not want daughters and is not good to them, so as to scare them away and prevent them from being reincarnated."

"I think I've heard about this before, but I thought it was fake. I didn't expect it to be true!"

"It's a new society now, how can anyone still use such a vicious method to try and have a son?"

"Speaking of which, doesn't the Tian family already have a son? Why do they still want a son so badly? Are they worried that their son won't grow up?"

These old women watching the spectacle kept saying things that weren't kind.

When these words reached Old Lady Qian's ears, she was furious.

Even with her arms restrained, Old Lady Qian still struggled to raise her head and unleashed a torrent of abuse at the old women gossiping about her family.

"What do you old fogies know?"

"Which family doesn't have many children and many blessings?"

“You talk so nicely, but if you had to give your family several money-losing children before you finally had a grandson, you would probably be even more vicious than me.”

They are from the Tian family lineage, and we must carry on their legacy.

It's impossible that she only had one son in her son's generation.

Old Mrs. Qian started cursing loudly.

Although the old women were somewhat afraid of her, the thought that Old Woman Qian was currently at a disadvantage gave them renewed courage.

"Oh, old woman Qian, is there a throne to inherit in your family? And the more children, the more blessings? You've been causing trouble all this time, and now you've even lost your daughter-in-law's life. Are you feeling better now?"

"You were already cursing your daughter-in-law for not being able to give birth to a son and being useless. When she was four or five months pregnant, you kept giving her medicine to try and have a son. Now that she's on her deathbed trying to have a son, why don't you go down there and try to have one too?"