This does not include other things the couple took from their home.

She is now incredibly grateful that Yao Ying forced her parents to write an IOU when they came to borrow money; otherwise, they really wouldn't be able to find any evidence today.

Yang Qiwen was ignorant and panicked when he heard that he wanted to call the police and go to court: "Hengjue, can't we talk things out? Why do we have to make a fuss about this when we're family?"

"Yes, we're really starving right now. Otherwise, would we refuse to pay? Do you expect me, this old woman, to starve to death?" Gao Xiao'e said shamelessly.

Just as Yang Qingheng was about to retort, the village chief spoke up: "You two, listen carefully. No matter how bad your parents are, you can't drive them to the point of desperation. Let's put off the matter of repaying the money for now, and talk about it again when they have the money." The village chief stood up and glanced lightly at Yang Qingheng beside him.

Now, just thinking about the few hundred yuan that Tang Bainian took back from him last time makes his heart bleed.

Inevitably, I felt a bit angry.

"Yes, yes, the village chief has spoken. We'll pay you back when we have the money next time." Gao Xiao'e nodded hurriedly, pulled Yang Qiwen away, and continued to ask for money.

Yang Qingheng looked at the village chief meaningfully, then suddenly curled her lips in a mocking smile.

The village chief glanced at her and told everyone to disperse: "Alright, everyone go home and cook. You have to go to the fields tomorrow, so get some rest."

Sister-in-law Sun looked at Yang Qingheng with heartache in her eyes, but hesitated to speak.

Seeing the unusually silent couple in front of him, Song Xingnong, with great tact, took Sister-in-law Sun's arm and led her outside.

"Let's go, let's go back and cook for Tiger."

Sister-in-law Sun had something to say, but she got impatient: "Why are you pulling me like this! Why don't you just go back and cook it yourself..."

Song Hengjue stared at Yang Qingheng with complicated eyes. In the past, when he asked her where she got the injury, she always dodged the question. He never expected that it was from this.

Yang Qiwen, that beast!

“Yang Qingheng, don’t…” He reached out and patted her shoulder.