Quick Transmigration: The Cannon Fodder's Comeback in the Era Tales Chapter 334: Super Brat 18

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I’m just saying, Mr. Guo, you’ve got a really good temper. Your grandson pumled his grandma into the hospital, and you still can’t bring yourself to discipline him."

"He probably flipped this table too, right? Hey, how many tis has it been already? Mr. Guo, your family has a good temper too. Even when things get wrecked like this, you still can’t bear to hit him."

"Yeah, he definitely needs a strict lesson. So young and already putting his grandma in the hospital—who knows, when he grows up, he might end up killing soone. I think I’ll keep my two kids away from the Guo family’s eldest grandson."

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Guo Jingling was so angry he could kill soone right now.

He regretted it.

He regretted bringing Shen Yuanchun, this troublemaker, into the family.

If it weren’t for her incessant nonsense, neither he nor Xiaotao would have lost their temper.

It’s all Shen Yuanchun’s fault.

It’s all because of Shen Yuanchun that he lost face so badly.

He shot a fierce glare at Shen Yuanchun, gritted his teeth against the pain in his body, lifted his mom onto his back, and took her to the hospital with Father Guo.

Guo Xiaotao probably realized he had ssed up. He didn’t dare to cause any more trouble for Yuan Chun or for Guo Jinghong, his usual punching bag.

That little guy quietly went back to his room and locked the door from the inside.

Yuan Chun left the ss for Guo Jinghong to clean up and went out for a walk. In the anti, she spread the heroic tale of Guo Xiaotao’s deeds far and wide, making sure the entire residential area knew.

And so, with Yuan Chun’s relentless efforts, Guo Xiaotao beca a little demon who dared to wield a knife and kill. Both adults and children would promptly avoid him from afar.

When Mrs. Guo fell, the solid wooden stool crushed her calf. The bone wasn’t broken, but it was fractured, and her calf swelled up significantly. An elderly doctor at the hospital reset the bone and put a plaster cast on it.

Mrs. Guo was hospitalized, and Guo Jingling took care of her overnight. In the morning, Yuan Chun brought breakfast to the hospital to replace him.

Mrs. Guo, with her leg in pain, hadn’t slept a wink. Seeing her arrive, she turned her head away without a word, not wanting any interaction.

Yuan Chun tenderly and considerately called out, "Mom, I’ve brought breakfast for you. Jingling needs to go to work soon, so let him go back. I’ll take care of you."

"Hmph, you taking good care of ? That’ll be the day pigs fly." Mrs. Guo didn’t believe a single word that she would be so kind.

She had already figured it out—this Shen Yuanchun was trouble waiting to happen.

A real thorn in the side.

The kind that would prick you at the slightest touch.

Yuan Chun pursed her lips slightly, putting on the appearance of a very aggrieved young wife, "Mom, I know you don’t like , but as your daughter-in-law, it’s only right for to take care of you since you’re hurt."

"Mom, I made pumpkin corn porridge especially for you today. Give it a try, it’s fragrant and sweet." Yuan Chun poured the still-warm pumpkin corn porridge out of the lunch box and also peeled an egg, "Mom, should I feed you, or do you want to eat by yourself?"

Mrs. Guo hadn’t had enough to eat the previous night, and with all the fuss, her stomach had been growling with hunger.

She didn’t like Shen Yuanchun, but she wasn’t about to hold a grudge against food.

Mrs. Guo reached out and took the porridge and egg, "I’ll eat it myself. You go get a cup of warm water."

"Okay, Mom."

Yuan Chun smiled particularly gently.

An hour later, Mrs. Guo’s stomach growled loudly, and her face turned red with urgency, "Jingling’s wife, quick, help to the toilet."

"Okay, Mom, take it easy. Don’t rush. Your leg can’t touch the ground yet, be careful. Mom, let’s have Jingling buy you a cane tomorrow, walking will be easier with it."

Yuan Chun supported her while gently and kindly suggesting.