Having successfully vented her anger, Yang Qingheng's smile never faded all day.

If she weren't afraid of Yang Cheng finding out, she would have loved to see his miserable state with her own eyes.

She had just run into him the day before, and the next day her parents came to her asking for food. It was obvious that he was behind it.

With both new and old grudges, it's a good time to settle them all at once.

However, her good mood was quickly shattered by what was happening before her.

As soon as Yang Qingheng entered the courtyard, she saw a large group of people inside. Yao Ying stood to the side, her face looking very unpleasant.

"What's going on here? It's like a joint trial." She glanced indifferently at Yang Qiwen and Gao Xiao'e in the middle.

The village chief tapped the ash off his pipe: "Yang Qingheng, your parents say you are not supporting them, and now they have come to me to sue you. You are a semi-educated person, so tell me how this should be handled."

The other women from the village committee also looked at her with disdain. This was the first time they had ever seen a child who didn't support her parents, especially one from their Songjia Village. If others found out, how would they view the girls from Songjia Village? It would be difficult for them to even talk about marriage.

Yang Qingheng is a cancer in the village!

Yang Qingheng remained calm: "My parents are forty years old now, not sixty or seventy. They are healthy and strong. How come they're starting to expect me to support them? Aren't you afraid people will laugh their heads off if they tell others?"

“Indeed, you two are still healthy and strong. It’s not reasonable for you to rush to let your children support you. We are all parents, so we shouldn’t cause our children too much trouble.” Several aunties from the village committee nodded and said reasonably.

Gao Xiao'e noticed the wind had changed, and her eyes suddenly reddened, tears streaming down her face. "Of course, my husband and I don't want to trouble our children, but we're really struggling right now. Qingheng's father isn't in good health and always needs to take medicine, and her younger brother is still so young. We have no choice but to come to her."

The women felt sorry for her.

Yang Qingheng suddenly laughed: "Mom, just a few days ago when you came to ask for food, my dad was still strong and healthy, and even tried to hit me. Now that you can't get the food, he suddenly got sick. If you're going to pretend to be sick, at least make it look better. Besides, my brother is eighteen years old. Is he still a child?"

Upon hearing her mention hitting someone, everyone's expression changed drastically. "She can still hit people? This can't be due to poor health."

They looked at Yang Qiwen's rosy complexion, and realized that his health was far worse than that of his daughter, Yang Qingheng.

Yang Qingheng continued, "Besides, Mom and Dad, when I married Song Hengjue, you received 800 yuan as a bride price. That amount should have been enough for your retirement. Now you say the family is in financial difficulty, so where did that money go?"

This statement caused an uproar.

"Eight hundred yuan! Who in the surrounding area would give eight hundred yuan as a bride price when their daughter gets married? This couple is too greedy."

"It seems they were lying when they said they loved their daughter so much; they probably just wanted money to support their son."

"They swindled so much money, no wonder Yang Qingheng was unwilling to give them food. If it were me, I would cut them off completely and not consider my daughter's situation in her husband's family at all..."

Yang Qiwen and his wife were met with cold stares from the crowd, and they were so embarrassed that their faces turned red.

Yang Qingheng watched this scene indifferently, then suddenly rolled up her sleeve, revealing a series of scars that looked even more terrifying against her fair skin.

Everyone was taken aback.

Yang Qingheng sneered: "You guessed right, this was done by Yang Qiwen. Don't be fooled by his nice-natured appearance outside; he's a devil at heart. He comes home and beats people whenever he encounters the slightest dissatisfaction outside."

She spoke each word with an expression so cold it was almost numb.

Song Hengjue paused, his eyes turning frighteningly cold in an instant, and the veins on his fist bulged inside his sleeve.

The women looked at each other, all remaining silent.

The faces of the people who had spoken up for the couple earlier all looked ashen, as if they had eaten shit.

Several young women turned their heads away, unable to bear it. Putting themselves in Yang Qingheng's shoes, they would have loved to kill Yang Qiwen, that scumbag.

They even dare to ask Yang Qingheng for support; they're shameless.

"You two have heard it now. Yang Qingheng has done everything she could. You are still able to work, so it's not time to support her yet. Let's discuss the issue of support again when you are no longer able to work."

Sister-in-law Sun glanced at Yang Qiwen, practically telling him to see her out.

Yang Qiwen felt a burning pain on his face as he was stared at with disdain by the crowd.

He gritted his teeth, glared fiercely at Yang Qingheng, his eyes filled with malice, exactly as Yang Qingheng remembered. She couldn't help but shudder.

The next second, everything went dark, and Song Hengjue suddenly stood in front of her.

"Since you're here today, Father-in-law, and everyone's here, let's calculate how much money you've borrowed from our family. It would be best to settle it all at once."

Song Hengjue stared coldly at the man in front of her.

Yang Qiwen felt a sudden chill run down his spine, and said stiffly, "When did I borrow money from you? Don't make false accusations. That was a gift from my daughter to me."

“That’s right, we raised this wretched girl, we owe her both the kindness of giving birth to her and the kindness of raising her, it’s only right that she gives us some money!” Gao Xiao’e blurted out in a panic when she heard that he wanted money.

They never intended to pay it back from the day they borrowed the money.

Song Hengjue coldly said, "Whether or not you borrowed money is not up to you to decide, but up to the IOU. If you don't pay back the money today, I will hand the IOU over to the police station and the court. Things won't end so easily then."

Yang Qingheng nodded, went into the room and took out several IOUs, which totaled more than two hundred yuan.

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