Zhang Quansheng and Li Jing’an came over with plenty of packages and gifts.

They even brought some pretty good baby formula for the kids.

"So many things," Wen Ran raised an eyebrow, "I feel embarrassed."

"It’s alright, it’s just me and Quansheng. He earns a lot every month and receives plenty of stuff from work. They pile up, go unused, and eventually expire.

So why not give them to you; at least it’s money well spent."

Wen Ran laughed, "Then I won’t be shy."

"Sure, no need to be shy. I adore your two kids."

This was true.

Ever since she met the kids, Li Jing’an’s eyes had not left them.

That day, the couple had a meal at home and only reluctantly started their way back as the evening fell.

This day was one of the more unremarkable days of Wen Ran’s life. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Ordinary.

The next morning, Wen Ran got up, having already abolished the confines of her postpartum recovery period.

Forget about lying in bed for a month, she couldn’t even manage not to wash her hair.

Postpartum confinement?

Sorry, couldn’t do it even a bit.

A week of fluff should be enough.

Wen Ran was bouncing around; Mrs. Xiao was worried initially, but later, she adopted a more relaxed attitude.

Whatever, this strong body can probably punch a bull to death.

"Knock knock knock!"

There was a sound at the door.

Hongguo, Xiao Chenxing, and Shen Yueyue had relaxed somewhat since their exams.

At the very least, the large snowmen in the yard were all their handiwork.

Now, Xiao Chenxing and Shen Yueyue were having a snowball fight, while Hongguo was engrossed in her medical book, reading, reciting, and memorizing.

Much of what she had was sourced from the little shack.

Thoroughly absorbed, Hongguo often read tirelessly.

This time, Shen Yueyue took the initiative, "I’ll get the door."

"Go ahead!"

The door opened to reveal a crowd kneeling down.

Shen Yueyue: "???"

She was bewildered, looking at the mass of people, turned awkwardly, "Help! There’s someone faking an injury at the door!"

"What?"

Mrs. Xiao was the most sensitive to these things, especially with two kids at home now; she dreaded someone stealing them in her dreams.

If it weren’t for Xiao Chenye, the bothersome fellow, staying home all the time, refusing to budge, she’d have moved next door ages ago.

To avoid restless nights worrying.

Upon hearing someone was faking an injury, she grabbed the shovel next to her and dashed out like a champion, only to see the people kneeling outside.

To be precise, it was a crowd.

Mrs. Xiao: "...Isn’t it a bit early to ask for New Year’s money?"

Furthermore, aren’t these people a bit too greedy?

Even if you want to fleece, you shouldn’t focus all your efforts on one family.

All these people coming together, how is it any different from a robbery?

"It’s a misunderstanding! We’re not here to ask for money; we just want to plead for your help."

Help?

Mrs. Xiao was puzzled; she’s just an old lady, what could she help with?

When in doubt, find Wen Ran.

"Ranran! Come quickly~"

Ultimate boss Wen Ran finally appeared after repeated calls.

Seeing the group, she didn’t furrow her brow, "Well, speak up, what’s the issue now?"

Wen Ran had no intention of letting the people in, if they wanted to kneel, they could kneel.

These people, from the looks of it, weren’t good folk.

"It’s, uh, like this, we beg you to spare us and let our family survive."

Wen Ran cleaned her ears, not understanding.

She raised her eyes, "What’s going on?"

Through the old lady’s narrative at the head of the group, Wen Ran finally understood the context.

Done listening, she was speechless.

"Alright, no need to say more, I understand your intent."

Raising her hand, she stopped the elderly woman from speaking, Wen Ran got right to the point, "So, you mean you hope we won’t sell the kids to Zhang Quansheng and Li Jing’an, right?"

"Yes, yes," the old woman looked hopeful, "They have not had children for years.

Our hometown’s intention was to let them adopt a nephew to support them in old age.

Initially, the candidate was chosen, but, I don’t know what went wrong with Li Jing’an, that unproductive hen, she stubbornly refused!"

This matter, if not mentioned, would be alright.

When mentioned, the old lady was full of anger.

The chosen child was her grandson, thinking of sending him to live a good life, she, as the grandmother, could get a share of the benefits.

Once the child grew up and inherited Zhang Quansheng’s wealth, she could openly walk into their home.

Unexpectedly, everything was fine but could not progress at this step.

Previously, they thought they’d have to coax this big piece of fat until it was confirmed.

But upon hearing, they’d already got a new candidate.

After much deliberation at home, the old lady was still not resigned, decided to try another angle.

Once her grandson was living well, her life couldn’t be worse, right?

"So," the old woman showed a pitiful smile to Wen Ran, sorrowful, "can you not give the child to them?"

Wen Ran was speechless.

Not having children does make one easily missed.

Needless to say, Wen Ran certainly wouldn’t give her twins to Li Jing’an, even if she did, what concern was it to this old lady?

"Are you people crazy? Whether to give or not, that’s my business; what makes you chatter endlessly?"

Seeing Wen Ran’s attitude, the humble old woman was baffled.

No empathy from this young lady?

Does she intend to gift the child to the Zhang family, gaining entry into a wealthy circle like herself?

Before the old woman could think clearly, the little boy was getting restless.

He let out a sharp cry and lunged at Wen Ran.

Wen Ran: "..."

It’s not boasting, but after these years, she’s killed at least thirty to fifty wild boars.

If she got injured by such a little brat, she’d rather find a crooked tree, pull out her waistband, and hang herself.

She kicked high and sent him flying.

The boy flew across the sky like a meteor, crashing into the crowd.

People: "...?"

The old woman screamed at almost fainted, "Ahhh, my darling grandson."

"How could you hit a child?!"

Wen Ran smirked, "Sorry, I am who I am; I meet strength with strength. Also, let me remind you, old woman, I might hit you too.

If you wave those filthy claws before me, they might get snapped if I feel a bit upset~"