Transmigrated as the Villain Boss's Mother

After Song Hui's death, the concubines who harbored ambitions or were at odds with the mistress began to stir. They were joking, of course. The mistress was already over fifty and clearly couldn't bear the master's offspring. Whoever could produce a child would see their status rise dramatically.

As a result, Song Lin's study became the favorite place for his concubines and maids, who would take turns performing, creating quite a lively scene. Song Lin was also eager to have a child, so he accepted all comers without hesitation.

When Madam Song heard Bi Chunlai's report, she was so angry that she swept the tea set on the ground with her sleeve: "You wretches, you're all wretches! My Hui'er's body is not even cold yet, and they treat me like this."

"Madam, please don't be angry. Right now, we should be trying to keep the master in check and ensure that the mother is removed from the widow's body so that we can have the next heir under our control." Bi Chun gently advised Madam Song, but his words were indeed more venomous than a tiger's.

"Chun'er, over the years, only Fang and I have had children. Fang gave birth to a girl, and the master gave her to his concubine. Now, if someone else were to give birth, do you think the master would be willing to leave the mother and keep the child?" Madam Song's eyes were red, and her face was lifeless, as if Song Hui's departure had taken away her spirit.

“Madam, please forgive me for speaking out of turn, but the master is already getting on in years, I’m afraid…” Bi Chun knelt down and said softly.

Madam Song understood Bi Chun's meaning: She didn't have many children when she was young, so how come she was able to have another child now?

"So you mean..." Mrs. Song asked.

Bi Chun stood up and whispered a few words in Madam Song's ear.

"That's a good idea, but will the master agree?" Madam Song hesitated.

“Madam, I believe that Master is also aware of the importance of having children,” Bi Chun advised.

Her mistress is not only mean-spirited, but also lacks common sense. When Young Master Song Hui was alive, the master could continue to let his wife manage the household out of respect for the young master; but now that Young Master Song Hui is dead, if they don't quickly find a powerful backer, they'll be tormented by those concubines.

That evening, although Madam Song and Song Lin slept in the same bed, they were very far apart. Madam Song felt bitter inside, but forced a smile and asked Song Lin, "Master, we previously found an adopted son, and Guanyin sent Hui'er to us. Now that Hui'er is gone, why don't we find another adoptive parent to raise a healthy, chubby child for us? Even if they can't bring one, we can still..." Madam Song didn't finish her sentence, but Song Lin understood what she meant.

He closed his eyes, thought for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice, "Let's find that child from back then."

Madam Song was startled: "Why would you think of that child, sir?"

“That was originally our child. Let’s look for him. If we find him, he’ll be Hui’er’s older brother, the eldest son of the Song family, and he can take charge of the Song family in the future. If we don’t find him,” Song Lin paused, “or if he’s dead, we’ll build him a cenotaph. After all, we were the ones who wronged him first.”

Madam Song choked up for a moment, then nodded. She often dreamt of that child questioning her: why did you abandon him back then? She often wondered what the child ate when he was hungry, what he wore when he was cold. Back then, she had treated that child like a precious jewel, as if he were her own.

A few days after Wang Chunhua left, Xu Zhu and Li Baobao enjoyed a comfortable stay at home. During these days, she spent her time going to town to inquire about good academies and teachers. Even though Xu Zhu didn't have children in modern times, she knew how important education was. Besides, Li Baobao was already four years old; children from good families had already begun their education, and she couldn't let her child fall behind.

Furthermore, the village head brought good news: someone was willing to buy her paddy fields. What does this mean? It means that if Wang Chunhua won't let Xu Zhu have an easy time, she won't let Wang Chunhua have an easy time either. That's right, she's that resolute!!