Yang Xiong could only comfort her: "Take care of yourself too, look at what you’ve become along with Yang Dongfeng. If you get sick, this family will be even more chaotic. You two don’t just have one daughter, there’s another one. As for that wastrel, don’t worry about her."
He no longer had any affection for this granddaughter and wished he didn’t even recognize her.
Zhao Jieyun hurriedly nodded: "Dad, I know, is there any news from Gu Junming?"
"Hmm, no news yet. There are so many soldiers, they have to go everywhere. But don’t worry, the flood prevention suggestions Gu Junming proposed earlier were adopted, so this time it’s not too serious. The dam’s sandbags are also much higher than before. They should be relocating villagers in advance now."
Zhao Jieyun breathed a sigh of relief: "That’s good. I was worried about something happening to Gu Junming."
With their eldest daughter like that, if something happened to their second daughter, none of them would be able to live.
They were constantly worried about the flood relief efforts, continually inquiring about it. But there was still no news about Gu Junming, leaving everyone on edge.
Sun Chan was even more anxious, unable to eat or sleep, losing a lot of weight in a short time.
She was afraid her in-laws in the Gu Family and countryside would worry, so she would call and write to reassure them, keeping all her tension bottled up inside.
Today was Wang Guihua’s birthday. Sun Chan left school, bought some items, and headed to the Gu Family to celebrate with her.
Gu Juntao and his wife had already come with their child. Yang Hongying went to the kitchen with the nanny to cook, while Gu Juntao held the child and chatted with his mother. Wang Guihua’s face bore no smile. She truly didn’t like this granddaughter.
"Where’s Dad?"
"Hmph, as if he cares about me," Wang Guihua sneered, "he went with your grandfather to the military, saying he’s worried about the disaster." In her heart, she grumbled, "What does that have to do with us? He has nothing better to do."
"They’re concerned about the military situation, they should be back by evening, Dad always remembers."
Wang Guihua sighed: "Your dad and I just make do, whether he remembers my birthday or not, I don’t care. I have no expectations now. If you could make something of yourself, I wouldn’t ask for more."
"What do you want me to do, argue with Dad?" Gu Juntao frowned slightly, bouncing the child in his arms. The little girl, dressed in maroon clothes, was fair and tender, as cute as a dumpling, but her grandmother didn’t spare her a glance.
Wang Guihua glanced toward the kitchen and nudged Gu Juntao, whispering, "Is she really unable to have more kids? Get a doctor to check. You’re not in the military anymore, have a second child, we can register the child under someone else’s household..."
"Mom, I won’t do that. Having this daughter is enough for me. If you don’t want our household to be unsettled, stop saying useless things." Gu Juntao couldn’t believe that after all this time, his mother was still dreaming. He was annoyed to no end, raising his voice a little, startling the child, who pouted, about to cry.
It pained Gu Juntao: "Nannan, don’t cry. Daddy didn’t mean it, oh oh." He soothed her.
Wang Guihua was irritated seeing her son so doting on a little girl, criticizing him not to spoil her too much.
"Just like Yang Hongying, all delicate and with no skills whatsoever, always crying at the slightest issue, how is that helpful? She should be strong and capable."
Yang Hongying, eavesdropping in the kitchen, squeezed a large chili in anger. The nanny kept her head down, pretending not to notice.

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