"What is this?"

By the light of the moon and the lamplight coming from the house, one could see a figure, or perhaps a child, but the face was not clearly visible.

The stick that Madam Lü had raised was slowly lowered: "Whose child are you?"

The child had his back to her, clutching his stomach. He slowly turned around, his face contorted with pain.

"Third Aunt, I'm hungry, I'm starving to death."

When Madam Lü saw that it was Song Ruier and she looked so pitiful, she felt a pang of pity. However, she immediately thought of Song Ruier's words and actions and her face turned cold.

"You're hungry? Don't you have a home? Why don't you eat your fill at home?"

“They wouldn’t let me eat, at most they’d give me a stale bun, and they even beat me. I had no choice but to eat wild vegetables from the mountains. Now I have no strength at all,” Song Ruier recounted her plight, her face streaked with tears.

He reached out and tugged at Madam Lü's trouser leg, pleadingly saying, "Third Aunt, please give me something to eat. I'm still so young, I don't want to starve to death."

Song Ruier was truly aggrieved. He was sobbing uncontrollably. He couldn't understand how he had worked so hard to help the Song family and ended up like this.

On the contrary, the two women, Qiao Shi and Qiao Lian'er, whom the Song family didn't want, lived a life of luxury every day. Sometimes he even wondered if he had chosen the wrong path.

At this moment, the Qiao family members also came out. Seeing Song Ruier's appearance, they all had cold faces and did not want to give him any sympathy.

"Grandma and Grandpa, I'm starving! I'm only eight years old! Waaah! Grandpa and Grandma, save me!"

Old Mrs. Qiao said coldly, "Didn't you want to sever ties with the Qiao family? Now you're asking us for favors. Do you think the Qiao family is at your beck and call?"

“I am the grandson of the Song family. Back then, your two families were fighting so fiercely, and my sister wanted to leave with my mother. If I didn’t make a statement, how could I stay in the Song family in the future? I also had my reasons.”

Song Ruier burst into tears: "I know you are my maternal grandparents, my uncles, my cousins, and I love you all. But what could I do as a child at the time?"

Boss Qiao snorted: "You make it sound so nice. You chose this path yourself, and now you're trying to play the victim. If the Song family had treated you any better, you wouldn't remember the Qiao family at all."

"Grandma, believe me, I consider you all family. I just want to live, it's my small wish. Please save me, Grandma."

"I promise I will never oppose you again, and I will speak well of you from now on."

As Song Ruier spoke, she gazed longingly at the food on the kitchen table.

He couldn't wait to rush in right now.

Old Man Qiao looked hesitant, unsure whether to offer help or not.

After all, Song Ruier has half the blood of the Qiao family and is their grandson. No matter what mistakes he has made, they are old people who have weathered decades of storms. Are they just going to watch him die in front of them?

What will others say?

But if they provide relief, there will be a second time, and Song Ruier will definitely come often in the future, causing trouble for the Qiao family.

Meanwhile, Song Ruier was also wondering if the Qiao family would soften their stance this time since they were so willing to spend so much on food. He would then come over here from time to time to freeload, which would not only satisfy his own appetite but also save the Song family money, thus making them treat him better.

By the way, if he secretly takes some good food back with him, his situation will eventually improve.

"Grandpa and Grandma, Rui'er was wrong. Rui'er will never dare to do it again. Rui'er has called you grandpa and grandma for so many years, please have pity on Rui'er." Song Rui'er pitifully hugged Grandma Qiao's leg, crying with snot and tears streaming down her face.