The Evil Mother-in-law: Torment Children, Work Hard, Be Rich!-Chapter 86: Do You Know Who My Father Is?

Tong Huaqiong, having eaten her fill and distributed the cake rolls, noticed that only Gu Taohua was present at the table, with no sign of Man Er.

She asked Gu Taohua, "Where has Man Er gone?"

Gu Taohua replied, "She went to the yard to play with some other kids."

Children love to play, and there were quite a few of them at the banquet, so it was normal for Man Er to be playing with them.

Thinking it over, Tong Huaqiong still felt a bit uneasy and decided to leave the banquet hall to find Man Er.

"Give me the cake in your hand."

By a rockery, Tong Huaqiong heard a bratty voice.

Turning to the back of the rockery, she saw from a distance a chubby boy in fancy clothes trying to snatch the cake roll from Man Er.

Man Er, of course, wouldn’t give it.

Since Tong Huaqiong decreed that the whole family should pamper Man Er, even Gu Yaozu didn’t dare to snatch anything from Man Er, let alone this unknown chubby boy.

"No," Man Er bluntly refused.

"You dare say no?" The chubby boy reached out to grab it.

Just as obnoxious as Gu Yaozu used to be, Tong Huaqiong feared Man Er would suffer, so she quickly moved to protect her.

Before she could get to Man Er’s side, Man Er reached out and pushed the chubby boy down.

The chubby boy fell solidly on his backside.

Having never been refused or pushed before, the chubby boy was both angry and aggrieved, sitting on the ground and bawling his eyes out.

"Man Er."

Tong Huaqiong hurried over, grabbing Man Er to leave the scene of trouble.

Seeing the chubby boy in fancy clothes, she could tell he was a nobleman’s child, and Tong Huaqiong didn’t want Man Er to get into trouble.

Seeing Tong Huaqiong leaving without even asking him, the chubby boy immediately stopped crying and shouted, "Do you know who my father is?"

Tong Huaqiong sneered, who cares who your father is.

Could it be Li Gang of this era?

Anyway, she had figured out everyone in the Huang Family, and this chubby boy wasn’t one of them; he came with his family to celebrate the birthday.

As long as he wasn’t from the Huang Family, Tong Huaqiong didn’t care who he was.

"I don’t care who your father is! If you dare to snatch Man Er’s cake, you deserve to be pushed. Cry again and I might drown you in the pond next to this rockery."

Tong Huaqiong threatened him fiercely, dragging Man Er away from the rockery back to the banquet hall.

This child reminded her of the Gu Yaozu from the past; a brat needs to be shaken up.

She would have liked to give him a good spanking if she wasn’t afraid of causing trouble.

Old Mrs. Huang’s birthday banquet was coming to a grand close; Tong Huaqiong hadn’t failed in her mission, having presented the longevity peaches and cakes, made a scene, ate the meal, and it was time to take the silver and leave.

She didn’t want to stir up trouble at this moment.

The chubby boy got up sulkily.

Who was he? He was the sole son of the County Magistrate, practically a little tyrant. Yet, he had been humiliated by that little girl and her grandmother.

This woman was just a pastry maker, clearly from the countryside, and she wasn’t afraid of him at all.

He was absolutely furious.

No, he had to complain to his grandmother, not only to make that little girl named Man Er apologize, but also to get Man Er’s grandmother to give him a basket of pastries, otherwise he would not forgive them.

Tong Huaqiong returned to the banquet hall, where Old Mrs. Huang and Mrs. Han, the County Magistrate’s mother, were chatting with a crowd gathered around them.

She felt it wasn’t appropriate to interrupt and say her goodbyes.

Mrs. Han noticed Tong Huaqiong and smiled, "Your pastries are delicious; the pastry shops in Pingchuan County are no match. Next time, I’ll order pastries from you for family gatherings."

Mrs. Han, having indulged in the pastries, found them not too greasy.

Tong Huaqiong smiled and said, "Just let me know any time."

With the senior-most lady in the county speaking up, other ladies followed suit, all eager to order pastries from Tong Huaqiong.

Delighted, Tong Huaqiong told everyone her Taohua Dessert was just across from the Crispy Food Garden, inviting all to visit, and once again broadcast the news that her shop was about to open.

"Grandma..."

With a voice full of grievance, Tong Huaqiong saw the chubby boy who hadn’t managed to showcase his father’s status but tried to snatch Man Er’s cake, rushing in and diving into the County Magistrate’s mother’s arms.

"What happened, my dear grandson?" Seeing her grandson’s clothes stained with dirt and his hand seemingly scratched, Mrs. Han’s heart ached as she asked, "Who bullied you?"

Old Mrs. Huang also noticed, her face changing expression.

If the County Magistrate’s precious son was bullied at her birthday celebration, it would be the ultimate embarrassment for her.

Just as she was about to ask what had happened, the chubby boy was attracted by the cake rolls on the table.

These cakes were the same as the ones in the little girl’s hand who had pushed him, and they smelled so good he started drooling. So, his foodie nature took over, and he grabbed a cake roll to stuff into his mouth.

"I suppose he was playing somewhere and fell by himself." Seeing her grandson’s current state, Mrs. Han thought he didn’t look bullied and, besides, who would dare bully her grandson? So, she signaled to her friend Old Mrs. Huang not to worry.

"You chubby grandson..."

Old Mrs. Huang was about to praise the County Magistrate’s chubby son when an accident happened.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough..."

The County Magistrate’s chubby son ate too quickly and got choked on the cake, coughing hard but unable to clear it.

"Oh dear, Hong Er, what’s wrong?" Mrs. Han’s face turned ashen with fright.

"Quick, quick, bring water." Old Mrs. Huang repeatedly instructed the maids.

When Tong Huaqiong saw the chubby boy burying himself in the County Magistrate’s mother’s arms, she understood the weight of "Do you know who my dad is?". Facing the backing of the county’s chief’s son, she, a rural widow, was indeed intimidated.

Quietly pulling Man Er, she squeezed through the crowd.

She didn’t want to be identified by the chubby boy and cause unnecessary trouble.

Just as she exited the crowd, she heard exclamations from inside.

"How did he get choked?"

"Quick, quick, try to wash it down with water."

From the chaotic chatter, Tong Huaqiong realized the County Magistrate’s son had choked.

"Oh dear, no, the water can’t get through."

"What to do now?"

Suddenly, Mrs. Han’s voice, loud enough to shake the roof, erupted, "Hong Er, my Hong Er."

Tong Huaqiong sensed something was wrong, let go of Man Er’s hand, pushed through the crowd, and saw the chubby boy’s face turning blue and purple from suffocation, while the maids, led by Yu Qin, were still trying to force water down his throat.

The County Magistrate’s mother, Mrs. Han, was holding the chubby boy and crying hopelessly.

Old Mrs. Huang trembled with fear; if something went fatally wrong at her birthday banquet, she couldn’t bear the responsibility.

The young boy was clearly choking on the cake; pouring water wouldn’t work!

Tong Huaqiong didn’t remain a passive onlooker; she swiftly pushed aside the maids trying to pour water, pulled the young boy from Mrs. Han’s arms, and used the Heimlich maneuver, learned from her past life, to rescue him.

"Ugh..."

The crowd watched as Tong Huaqiong clamped the young boy in her arms, lifted him, patted his back, and he spat out a walnut-sized piece of cake from his mouth.

Once the foreign object was ejected from his airway, the young boy found his breathing smooth again and began crying loudly.

Mrs. Han, feeling as if she narrowly escaped a disaster, clutched her grandson and cried, her tears streaming down.

Old Mrs. Huang, who felt equally relieved as if surviving a catastrophe, looked gratefully at Tong Huaqiong. She had been scared to death just now; if not for this woman, the County Magistrate’s son might have met his end at the Huang Family’s banquet.

Even with her lifelong friendship with Mrs. Han, she doubted it could withstand the County Magistrate’s wrath.

"Thank you so much, dear sister." Mrs. Han wiped her tears, almost wanting to swear sisterhood with Tong Huaqiong on the spot.

"You’re welcome. Little Master has great fortune, and this ordeal heralds future blessings," Tong Huaqiong said, not daring to claim credit.

She had to save the County Magistrate’s son; after all, he was a human life at such a young age, and besides, he had choked on her pastry. If something really happened, and the County Magistrate pursued it, her pastry shop wouldn’t stand a chance.

For both personal and public reasons, Tong Huaqiong had to save him.

At this moment, she was extremely grateful for having taken first aid classes in school; she never expected it would come in handy here.

Huang Yuanwai stumbled over upon hearing the news, relieved to see Liu Yanhong was alright. After being told what happened, Huang Yuanwai repeatedly bowed to Tong Huaqiong in gratitude.