The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince! Chapter 1327 Chapter 1322 Snatch Back His Child

Chapter 1327: Chapter 1322: Snatch Back His Child Chapter 1327: Chapter 1322: Snatch Back His Child Without the need to strive or struggle, merely by raising a child, one could bee a local magnate. A dream beyond reach for many!

Yet, the woman viewed the matter differently from him. “So what if it’s a child from a wealthy and noble family? Look at that young master, unwilling to reveal his name. We don’t even know who he is. Do you really believe he’d e to visit the child? He simply gave us a bag of gold and sent the child away! This child is of no use to us now. Keeping him… not only is it troublesome but it also costs us a fortune! And you really think about sending him to school, hoping he bees educated and sensible?”

The man immediately showed his vile side, “Of course not! We’re barely affluent enough to send our own youngster to school, let alone him!”

He had considered, if only that red-dressed young master would regularly provide money, they wouldn’t mind sparing a bit for the child. But as his wife said, the young master seemed to just dump the burden, leaving the child to consume and burden them indefinitely.

They wanted to live well too!

The man cruelly decided, “We’ll do as you said, sell the child! We take the money, buy a big mansion first, and not live crammed with these lowlifes anymore, lest they covet our money!”

“Exactly!” The woman immediately aligned with her husband, holding the still crying Ningning and chuckling, “The child looks good; he could fetch a nice price. I think Manager Liu’s seventh aunt really wants a child. We’ll sell to her, get a mansion, and buy a carriage, no more squeezing in this shabby place!”

Thinking about the wonderful life ahead made her smile uncontrollably.

Such a crybaby was not worth raising for free!

Ningning’s voice had gone hoarse, his little fists clenched in anger as he watched the faces around him change, yet none reassured him. Whenever he had the strength, he’d cry, scaring these people.

Saint Ruan had handed over the child and couldn’t leave Huaiyang County for two days. He kept looking toward that family, feeling as if a piece of his heart was missing.

Barely pushing himself to leave for three days, on the fourth, his legs uncontrollably took him back. As he approached the house, he berated himself, “Just playing the good Samaritan at your age, it’s not even your son!”

With that, he slapped himself, cursing his undue kindness.

The child was given away, yet he wanted to take him back.

But when he found the house, the doors were shut. Using his lightness skill, he flew into the courtyard, only to find it empty, left with nothing.

Walking out the door and accidentally bumping into the neighbor, Widow Wang, he asked her, “This family, they were here a few days ago. Have they gone to visit relatives? No one’s around.”

Widow Wang spat in disgust, “Baloney visiting relatives! They are just two pretentious, black-hearted swindlers, pretending to be grand after finding a child. Bragged about buying a mansion, carriage, and servants, playing the rich though they owe their life to my late husband’s help in staying here. Ungrateful curs! Bah!”

Saint Ruan quickly dodged, narrowly missing Widow Wang’s spit.

A bad premonition suddenly gripped him. He’d been hasty in his search for someone to care for the child, picking just any family without checking their character, thinking money would ensure the child’s well-being.

Who would have known…

He frowned deeply, immediately inquiring about their new residence’s location.

Soon, he flew to the couple’s new address.

Indeed, it was quite lavish. With the bag of gold he had given them, they had immediately bought a large mansion with three courts and three exits. The courtyard housed a carriage and two servants bustling about, instantly giving off the impression of immense wealth.

Saint Ruan’s eyes surged with maliciousness as he walked hands-on-hips into their grand hall, “You’d better not let me catch you mistreating the child!”

The couple and their child were enjoying dinner, the table laden with three meat and three vegetarian dishes, along with a bowl of bird’s nest, filling the house with the delicious aroma of rich dishes, whetting one’s appetite.

The man, woman, and child were eating joyously; the child clutched a chicken leg in one hand, savoring each bite and saying, “Mom, selling children really makes money. You should get another baby to sell! Sell it to Prime Minister Liu’s fifth and sixth aunts! We could eat even better meals then!”

His mouth was shiny with grease as he ate vigorously.

The woman chuckled and added a few more pieces of fish to his plate, “Eat slowly, my child! We already have enough money. Tomorrow, mom will buy you a young girl to serve you, so you can also act like those wealthy young masters. Let’s see if those dirty kids in school dare to bully you anymore!”

“Buy me a servant too; I want to smash their heads!” The greasy-faced child’s expression became even more fierce and proud.

“You guys! Hahaha…”

The man was watching his wife and child joke when suddenly, a gust of wind made him shiver all over. As he looked up, a red shadow enveloped him; his chopsticks dropped to the ground with a ‘clatter.’

“Very well! I gave you money to watch my child, and you sold my son?” Saint Ruan’s smile was sinister, and his delicate face harbored a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes.

He grabbed the woman and child by the neck with one hand each, lifting them off the ground, and roared, “Where did you sell my son! Speak!”

The terrified man immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing, “Grandpa! We were wrong, Grandpa! Let them go! I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”

Saint Ruan increased the force in his hands; the woman and child’s screams echoing throughout the house while the servants outside the door fled in terror!

The man continued kowtowing on the ground, terrified, and stammered, “Prime Minister Liu… Prime Minister Liu’s seventh aunt! She always wanted a child to pete for favors. Since she couldn’t conceive, she thought of buying a son to gain an advantage!”

“Bang! Bang! Boom—”

Saint Ruan slammed the woman and child onto the dining table, shattering it and crushing the man beneath. He pulled out three pills from his waistband and flicked them directly into the mouths of the family of three.

The woman and child were spitting blood, not yet recovered from the fear of death; only the man was slightly more aware, clawing at his throat trying to vomit the objects, but he couldn’t expel them.

Seeing him struggling to clear his throat, Saint Ruan sneered, “Stop clawing; it dissolves upon contact with blood—it has already dissolved by now.”