"Wangfan, Wangfan!"
Regardless of the pain on her body, Tang Ruoxue pushed away Ye Fan who was coming from behind.
She went down the stairs quickly.
Then, regardless of the shouts of her eldest sister Tang Fenghua who had cut the fruit and brought it out, she rushed in front of Song Hongyan like a whirlwind.
Before Song Hongyan could react, Tang Ruoxue snatched Tang Wangfan away with a snap:
"Wangfan, I am the mother, I am the mother."
Tang Ruoxue hugged her long-lost child tightly: "Have you forgotten mom?"
Seeing her long-lost child, she was both happy and afraid. She was happy because it was rare to see her together, but she was afraid that her son was alienated from her.
This unfamiliarity hurt her like a knife.
"Wow, mom, mom--"
Tang Wangfan was so tightened by Tang Ruoxue that his breathing became difficult.
Then he saw Tang Ruoxue with disheveled hair, and he was immediately frightened.
While struggling hard in Tang Ruoxue's arms, he stretched out his hands and shouted to Song Hongyan: "Mom, mom——"
"Mr. Tang, you hugged me a little too tightly. The child is a little uncomfortable."
Seeing this, Song Hongyan hurriedly said softly: "Can you let go, or should I come and hug him?"
"This is my son, this is my son!"
Tang Ruoxue shouted at Song Hongyan as if she had stepped on her tail: "I am his mother!"
She knew that she shouldn't be so hostile to Song Hongyan, but the other party interfered in the words and deeds between her and her son, making Tang Ruoxue unable to control her emotions.
She shouted again: "I know whether I hold you tightly or whether I feel comfortable or not."
"Mr. Tang, we all know that you are Wangfan's mother."
Song Hongyan's voice was soft: "Just relax a little and keep your voice low, otherwise it will easily scare the children."
Tang Ruoxue shouted again: "I am Wangfan's mother, and I am sensible."
"Mommy mommy--"
Tang Ruoxue's shouting made Tang Wangfan even more frightened, and his little hands kept reaching out to Song Hongyan.
There was still a look of cherished expectation in his eyes: "Mom, hug me, mom, hug me."
Tang Ruoxue was furious when she heard this: "Tang Wangfan, I am your mother, I am your mother."
"We haven't seen each other for several months and you don't even recognize mom?"
"Mom was pregnant for ten months and worked so hard to give birth to you, but you don't recognize me? You're a white-eyed wolf!"
Tang Ruoxue was very angry and slapped Tang Wangfan a few times. Her angry son was like a wolf with white eyes.
"Wow--"
Tang Wangfan was even more frightened and aggrieved, crying loudly:
"Mom, save me, mom, save me..."
A few minutes ago, he was eating, drinking and having fun, but now he was beaten. The contrast was huge.
Song Hongyan couldn't help but reach out to hug Tang Wangfan: "Mr. Tang, he is still young, don't scare him like this."
"You don't have to worry about it!"
Tang Ruoxue fended off Tang Wangfan, and then slapped the child several times.
Very angry that he recognized the wrong person.
Especially considering Song Hongyan as her mother, Tang Ruoxue felt even more aggrieved and uncomfortable.
The dignity she tried so hard to uphold and maintain fell apart amidst Tang Wangfan's shouts.
She has been working hard for so long, not because she wants to outdo others, but because she wants to show her ability.
But every struggle ended in vain, and she was forced to accept the rescue efforts of Ye Fan and Song Hongyan.
Now even Tang Wangfan felt that she was not worthy of being a mother, which made Tang Ruoxue feel unspeakably frustrated.
"Tang Ruoxue, what are you doing?"
When Ye Fan went downstairs with the broken porcelain bowl, Tang Fenghua had already rushed over and snatched Tang Wangfan away.
At the same time, she slapped Tang Ruoxue on the face.
This slap was crisp and loud, causing Tang Ruoxue to stumble a few times and fall down on a sofa in the back.
She covered her painful face and looked at Tang Fenghua: "Give me Wangfan, give me Wangfan..."
"Give me Wangfan to you?"
Tang Fenghua raised her eyebrows: "Are you going to scold him? Are you going to hit him?"
"Do you think the child would like to stay with you now?"
"Tang Ruoxue, did you lose your mind when you were in coma? Why are you beating and scolding the child?"
"Just because he called the wrong person, Mr. Song's mother, are you going crazy?"
"You haven't been with him well in the past few months, and occasionally you show your face in makeup in the videos."
"If you miss him, just give him a call or ask me to send you a video. If you miss him anymore, I won't see you to greet him for a few weeks."
"When did he start eating complementary food, when did he learn to crawl, and when was he able to stand up, I guess you don't know any of it."
"He is already a stranger to you as a mother, but you expect him to be enthusiastic as soon as you meet him. Is he a peerless child prodigy?"
"Or do you think blood ties can trump everything else?"
"Don't you understand that the grace of nurturing is better than the grace of giving birth?"
"You don't give anything, but you expect to get everything naturally. The whole world owes you?"
"And at this age, he has just learned to speak, and he knows a few words in his mouth. When he sees people who are kind to him, he will call him mom and dad unconsciously."
"I also caught a cold during the two days you were in coma. It was Mr. Song who was busy taking care of the child and also found time to play with him."
"What's wrong with him calling me mom? Are you choking like a gun?"
"He pushed people, beat and scolded the children, and Wangfan was so frightened that he felt like he had seen a tigress. How could he be happy to see his mother?"
"If I had known you were like this, I wouldn't have brought Wangfan here."
Tang Fenghua held the child in her arms and comforted her while she scolded Tang Ruoxue unceremoniously.
In her opinion, her sister has not only failed to grow these days, but has become more willful.
If someone doesn't like you, he will show off his face, which makes even a one-year-old child angry.
The most important thing is that she almost single-handedly raised Tang Wangfan, putting in more effort and energy than anyone else.
Tang Fenghua couldn't bear to see Tang Wangfan being beaten and scolded like this.
After hearing Tang Fenghua's words, Tang Ruoxue, who was about to struggle to grab the child, fell back helplessly.
There was a trace of tears and regret on his face.
The woman who calmed down knew that she had lost control of her emotions and hurt her son.
Tang Ruoxue looked at Tang Wangfan and sobbed: "Wangfan, I'm sorry..."
Tang Fenghua didn't give any face: "I'm sorry for being useless..."
"Okay, eldest sister, take Wangfan upstairs first and let Sissi and the others play with him and calm down."
Ye Fan walked over and calmed the two of them: "Ruoxue just had too many things to do and was depressed and temporarily lost control."
During the year when he was the son-in-law of the Tang family, Ye Fan knew Tang Ruoxue's temper to some extent.
Stimulate her to a certain point and she will explode mercilessly.
Tang Fenghua snorted: "Although you are the child's mother, you are not allowed to hug the child until you get to know him well."
After saying something to Tang Ruoxue, she hugged Tang Wangfan and went upstairs.
To be continued...