Song Yan finished eating, put down his chopsticks, and patted his mother's hand. "Don't be afraid of them. If you still want to work, move out. If your workplace doesn't provide you with housing, I can rent a place for you. If you don't want to work anymore, you can come back to the countryside with me. Building you a house in Qingshan Brigade won't be a problem."

Of course, returning to the countryside was a last resort. After moving there, Song's mother wouldn't work and wouldn't have a pension. Song Yan didn't need her mother's money; she was confident she could support her. However, economic independence is the source of confidence, and she was already quite insecure, so she should try to preserve that source!

Mr. Song stared in astonishment for a long time, "What about me?" His daughter didn't mention herself.

“Every time my grandma lets you hit me, it’s always my mom who ends up getting hit. There’s never been an exception. Tomorrow will be the same, I guess! I’ll probably make you squat in the jail!” Song Yan said it so casually, just like when he handed his dad a steamed bun.

"I am your father!"

"I know! If you weren't my dad, given how many times you've hit my mom, I would have stopped you from staying outside a long time ago," Song Yan said casually.

If Song's father hadn't clearly been afraid of them and hadn't stood in front of Song Yan earlier, Song Yan wouldn't have bothered talking to him.

Song's parents were the original owner's parents, so what feelings did she have for them? She mainly felt obligated to them.

Despite her frailty, Song Ma still tried her best to love the original owner of this body. Song Yan felt pity for her and wanted to get her out of this family. Song Dad, if she's not worth her obligation, then she shouldn't have gone in!

Suddenly, Song's father felt that the steamed bun in his mouth didn't taste good anymore. "That's your grandma, what can I do?"

Old Mrs. Song was sharp-tongued and mean. The eldest son, Song, was a cunning and wicked man. The third son was a good-for-nothing scoundrel. Only their cheap father, the second son, was honest but spineless.

Having read many novels in the past, Song Yan's first thought was that he wasn't Old Mrs. Song's biological son.

But Song's father looks so much like Song's mother that no one would believe they weren't related.

"So your way of quelling the old lady's anger is to beat her up, right? What kind of life has my mother endured with you? How could you do that? Now I'm all grown up, I can stand up for her." Song Yan said very seriously...

When Song's mother learned that Song Yan was getting married, she breathed a sigh of relief; her daughter had finally completely left this family.

I can live my life however I want, but they still want me to ask my daughter for money. I'd rather die than let them spend my daughter's money.

I never imagined my daughter would become so amazing!

Song Ma's tears flowed uncontrollably.

"What can I do?" Mr. Song was at a loss.

"There's always a way!" Song Yan cleared away the dishes. If her father hadn't stood in front of her earlier, she wouldn't have said a word to him. No matter what, he had committed domestic violence.

Mr. Song held his head and kept pulling at his hair.

After calming down, Song's mother thought, "If Song Yan sends his own father to prison, will he still have any reputation?" She said, "Xiao Yan, don't confront him head-on. It's not good for your reputation. Now that you're married, I have nothing to worry about. I used to think that once you grew up, it would be fine whether I lived or not."

"You're having suicidal thoughts." "You want to die?" Song Yan blurted out.

“Mom is useless, just a burden. I think if I die, you won’t have to worry about me anymore. Will they still be able to force you to give them money?” Song Ma said very seriously.

Song Yan was startled; doctors pay close attention to their patients' emotions. Song's mother was truly contemplating suicide. "You want to die? Aren't you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid!" Song Ma answered crisply and decisively.

"How could you think like that?" Mr. Song exclaimed in surprise.

Song Yan was both angry and furious. Was her mother really that weak? But she couldn't lose her temper; she needed to guide her. "Mom, are you afraid of divorce? Divorce isn't as scary as death, right?"

"I'll embarrass you if I get divorced. I can't let people talk about you behind your back." She probably feared being talked about herself.

"Divorce, at least you'll be alive. The Song family won't be able to lay a finger on you again. Besides, I still have my mother, right? What do other people's gossip matter?"

Besides, there's nothing shameful about your reason for divorce being that they mistreated you.

"Besides, I'm in the countryside, who can do anything to me!" Song Yan had to give her hope for life today.

"I won't get a divorce," Song's father roared.

"If we don't get a divorce, are we going to let my mother die? Or are we going to let those people hold my mother hostage and ask me for money?" Song Yan became sharp.

Mr. Song was speechless when asked the question.

The three of them fell silent for a moment.