O bebê fugitivo está com fome, e o CEO disputa para entregar tíquetes de refeição
【Fofo bebê【emoji】queridinha da família【emoji】habilidades sobrenaturais curativas【emoji】do passado ao presente】Em um ano de calamidade, Tea Tea estava tão faminta que comia grama, até que de repente foi atropelada por um carro na montanha. A partir de então, a centenária família Gu de Pequim ganhou uma pequena senhorita gulosa. Dizem que, com sua chegada, até o velho senhor Gu, que acabara de falecer, voltou à vida. O irmão mais velho, gentil e astuto, protege-a; o segundo irmão, uma estrela fria, mima-a; o terceiro irmão, engraçado e imaturo, a sustenta. Até o Gu Yan, conhecido por sua frieza e indiferença, acaba cedendo aos caprichos dessa filhinha diante dos outros. Tea Tea diz: Não briguem! Eu quero encontrar minha mãe!
O bebê fugitivo está com fome, e o CEO disputa para entregar tíquetes de refeição
Year three of the Great Celebration, Dashishi Village.
"You little wretch, how dare you steal!"
A sharp-faced woman brandished a thick stick, pointing it at the three-year-old girl cowering in the corner of the woodshed.
Chacha remained silent despite the beating, pressing her lips tightly together and raising her head to look at Liu Cuihua. "I didn't steal anything. Jinbao took the preserves himself."
How dare this worthless girl accuse Jinbao—her precious child!
Liu Cuihua's anger exploded.
She brought the stick down hard on Chacha's head.
"When we found you, we should have thrown you into the river to drown, you damned little parasite!"
With those words, she spat on the ground and walked out of the woodshed in disgust, paying no mind to the small child lying motionless on the ground, blood streaming from her head.
Chacha, her head bloodied, opened her eyes weakly and watched from the floor as her aunt spoke with her uncle and Jinbao at the door.
"You beat her to death? Who's going to do the chores at home?" Wang Dazhu frowned, craning his neck to peer into the woodshed.
Liu Cuihua waved her hand dismissively. "Dead is dead. These are famine years anyway—one less mouth to feed. Besides, the little wretch survived even in the freezing cold; she won't die that easily."
Wang Dazhu thought the logic sound.
Liu Cuihua turned to her plump son Jinbao, her sharp features softening into a doting smile as she pulled out a snack
