Song Tingfan let her go, but the woman continued to cry uncontrollably, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances in her heart. His throat felt as though it was being squeezed tightly.
Why had she changed so much?
The woman cried even louder, "Why did I marry you in the first place."
Lin Qiao’s words revealed her regret at this mont. She must have been crazy to agree to marry him, making it difficult for her now.
Song Tingfan’s face went pale, his throat a bit dry, right, why did she marry him.
She should have stayed far away from him.
Was she really that person...
He wanted to ask but didn’t. If he uncovered this layer of "fabric," he could no longer deceive himself.
They stood in stalemate for a long ti without speaking. Lin Qiao glanced at him quietly, her eyes downcast, unable to see what he was thinking.
She dreaded this silence of his, always feeling that nothing good would co of it.
She got up, put on her shoes, and left the room, eventually heading to the outhouse. She dawdled for a while before returning to the room.
She didn’t look at Song Tingfan, laboriously climbed into bed, lay on the inside, and soon the oil lamp in the room went out.
The two of them "argued" in the night but essentially said nothing more.
Lin Qiao was relieved to have so peace and quiet. These past days, her eyes got sore from crying, and she would sit idly at the Lin Family house or the next-door Wang Family.
That day, in the morning
Lin Qiao ca out from the Lin Family, the village hadn’t seen snow this year, the roads were clean, and many people were coming and going. At the entrance of every household, racks were set up to smoke sausages.
Her own family was also smoking sausages, but since she was pregnant, Song Qin and the others wouldn’t let her near.
A woman from a house saw her and greeted her warmly, "Tingfan’s wife, your belly is so round and pointy, you must be having a baby boy."
This ti back in the village, basically, no one spoke ill anymore, probably because they feared Song Tingfan.
Lin Qiao didn’t really want to engage, just gave a perfunctory "Mm."
The woman naturally noticed, her expression turning sowhat unpleasant, but she said nothing further.
Lin Qiao didn’t care about her thoughts, lifting her foot to walk forward. She hadn’t walked far when she t Mrs. Song, who was carrying a basket.
Mrs. Song was rather dissatisfied with Song Tingfan and his wife. Despite earning so much silver, they didn’t give them hundreds of taels, "Oh, now you walk with your nose in the air."
Lin Qiao was already admiring her courage. The darkened villain had returned, yet she still acted so boldly.
Know that the original had a bad end, and she too t a bad end, even worse than the original.
But the villain clearly hated the original more, probably because he once genuinely treated her well.
"Big Aunt, maybe you’re getting old and don’t know how to speak anymore. My eyes are definitely not on top of my head."
Mrs. Song was stumped, the cheeky girl, "I thought they might be on top of your head. Otherwise, with all that silver, why don’t you bring so back ho."
These words were spoken quite justifiably.
Lin Qiao was left speechless by her, "Big Aunt, where did you put your face? Did the wind blow it away?"
Shaless!
"You actually call shaless! Respecting elders is a duty, moreover, your Big Uncle at least gave you dozens of taels of silver. Not asking for much, just repay fifty taels to ." Mrs. Song was extrely angry.
She still had the audacity to ntion fifty taels of silver, afraid the Song Family didn’t even have fifty taels on hand. Repay fifty taels, not a chance.
Lin Qiao wasn’t interested in engaging, but who knew she reached out to grab her, so she quickly stepped back, and suddenly soone blocked her from behind.
She turned to look; it was the villain, whose face had beco dry in the past few days outside.
Song Tingfan’s tone towards Mrs. Song was far from "gentle" like it was towards Lin Qiao, totally not gentle, as he gloomily said, "Kneel down and ask for it."
Lin Qiao was taken aback. She didn’t expect the villain to say such a thing; she thought that for Song An’s sake, he’d be a bit more "civil."
The villain was truly the villain after all.
Can’t deny it was quite satisfying.
Soone like Mrs. Song needed to be dealt with.
Mrs. Song was stunned and soon pointed at him and cursed, "You damn kid! Asking to kneel down, who do you think you are? If it weren’t for us, you’d have starved to death by the roadside long ago."
Her "damn kid," Lin Qiao wasn’t happy about it, saying, "What raised you then? Pigs? Also, if you’re gonna talk, present so evidence. Big Uncle did help us a lot, but it was mostly supporting this family, working day and night, running to both the village and the town."
"If I were you, I’d be embarrassed to say such a thing. I didn’t want to bring up the past, but since you did, I have to ntion it, how much did you snatch away when Tingfan was hunting? At the banquet, while others ate their al, Tingfan worked nonstop, not even getting a sip of water."
"Even if Big Uncle’s family is struggling, it shouldn’t be you to bring it up. You haven’t acted like a kind Big Aunt, on the contrary, kicking us when we’re down, just like an outsider." She couldn’t help but roll her eyes at her at the end.
She’s the damn kid.
With a barrage of words, Mrs. Song couldn’t get a single word in edgewise, holding for a while and said, "Your support for this family clearly has an agenda, for the house, and you’ve got the nerve to say it. If it weren’t for you being all flirty, seducing Song Tingfan, he wouldn’t have married you."
Flirty Lin Qiao: "..."
Is there an eye infection? How was she seducing the villain, clearly he seduced her, otherwise she wouldn’t have suffered such a silent loss.
Perhaps because she’s had a rough ti recently, she didn’t care anymore, her original nature revealing itself, "Oh, how can I say this, yes, I do look much better than you, but don’t look down on yourself, you’re just a bit darker and heavier."
While speaking, she looked her up and down, adding, "You really are quite ugly though, you should clean up a bit, so you don’t make people lose their appetite."
Mrs. Song’s face turned red, "You little brat."
"I know, you’re a big brat." Lin Qiao shrugged innocently.
"You!!"
"Don’t rush, take your ti talking, it’d be troubleso if you can’t catch your breath."
"You!!... Lin Qiao!! You damn woman!"
At this ti, Li Guifen ca charging, all fired up, with the montum of a pig slaughterer, "Damn who’s mother! Old lady can’t be talked about like that. Always hearing a dog barking, thought I’d co out and make dog at stew, didn’t expect it was you howling."
"When did you learn to bark from a dog? And really, it sounds quite similar."
"What are you babbling on about? Afraid people don’t know you can bark like a dog?"
When it cos to cursing, Li Guifen never loses, especially when family is being cursed at.
Mrs. Song was so angry she couldn’t catch her breath, trembling, unable to utter a single word.
Village chief Zhou Ping was smoking at in front of his house when he heard the quarrel, imdiately feeling a headache and displeasure, what’s with all this arguing during the New Year.
He dusted off the ash from his body and ran over, "What’s with all the arguing again! Is it boredom or what, Da’an’s wife, can’t you cause fewer troubles with that mouth of yours, always causing a fuss, and if you lose the argunt, you vent it out on Da’an."
"And you, Da’an’s wife, stop yelling with that pig-slaughtering vigor, the whole village can hear you."
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