Song Ma had multiple bruises and a wound on her forehead. The injuries themselves weren't very serious, but the nature of the injury was rather egregious.

Despite repeated admonitions, Old Mrs. Song refused to change her ways and even became more and more unruly.

Her family members did not repent during the education process; instead, they became even more arrogant.

Three people, two of whom were strong men, ganged up on a woman.

One of the men had a broken nose.

What's there to say? You can't even fight back when you're being beaten? Song Ma injured Song Huadong in the process of fighting back, there's nothing wrong with that.

When Song Yan heard that Song Huadong had broken his nose, she couldn't help but touch her forehead.

When Song Ma bumped her head, Song Dad broke his ribs. The second bump broke Song Huadong's nose. The third bump cracked her own head open. This can't go on!

The head is the most precious part of the body; if you keep hitting it like that, won't you become mentally impaired?

Looking at Song's parents, who were lying on opposite sides of the bed and covered in wounds, Song Yan felt incredibly heartbroken.

In the original story, the original owner of this body died. With their only pillar of support gone, their relatives around them wanted nothing more than to devour them. They probably wouldn't have survived.

Mr. and Mrs. Song really went all out, and the biggest reason they were willing to go all out was because they loved their daughter.

Song Ma was ruthless to herself, and that's how she made this a reality.

If the conditions offered by Old Mrs. Song and the others do not meet Song Yan's satisfaction, Song Yan will propose to take the matter into legal proceedings.

They can't hold out any longer, so they'll eventually agree to Song Yan's conditions.

Previously, Song Huaqing felt he had lost face and was furious, wanting to confront his father. The police said this to him: "Comrade Song Huaren didn't hit you. You should think about how they can forgive your son. Otherwise, your son could face a prison sentence."

Song Huaqing wanted to use the fact that Song's father had hit him as leverage to blackmail Song Cheng into releasing him.

The adorable police officer rolled his eyes at Song Huaqing. "Did I hit you?"

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These days, He Xiaofen gets quite angry whenever the light in the side room is on. She wishes Song Yan wouldn't come back. Today, she keeps glancing at the side room, hoping the light will come on.

If Song Yan comes back, it means that Song Huaren and his wife are alright. But there's been no movement from the side room all night.

The people in the main house suffered terribly all night, as if they were being fried in oil. Except for the little kid who didn't understand, everyone else tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

In the morning, He Xiaofen wanted to go to the police station to check. If both Grandma Song and Song Huadong could testify that Song Cheng hadn't done anything, she wondered if they could release him.

If a brawl or assault occurs and it's getting dark, you still have to report it to your superiors!

The police were quite surprised when they heard the report from the police station. This old lady Song had already been detained and given education, yet she still didn't repent.

Old Mrs. Song's curses, which were as loud as a latrine cart, were notorious in the police station. Hearing it was her again, and that she had brought her son and grandson to beat someone—her daughter-in-law no less—it was bound to be dealt with seriously.

So the police officers from the local station escorted Mrs. Song and the other two to the Public Security Bureau overnight.

He Xiaofen went there early in the morning only to find that everyone had been sent away. She was dumbfounded. She cried and asked Song Huaqing for help.

What could Song Huaqing do? Should he beg Song Huaren? He dared not. He was afraid his second brother would have another fit of madness and kill him.

Yesterday, Song Huaren's gnashing hatred frightened Boss Song.

The sight of my second sister-in-law suddenly sitting up covered in blood was quite frightening.

If they want to get people out of the police station, they can try other ways.

Over the past few days, Song Yan made some inquiries and found that very few houses were available for rent. Moreover, the houses that were supposedly rented out weren't actually rented; they were usually said to have been lent to relatives. If a relative didn't want to lend you the house anymore, you had to immediately find another tenant.

It's hard to say whether we can find a replacement in time.

Overall, renting a place is quite troublesome. It's still better to have housing provided by your employer.

Now, Song Yan doesn't even need to ask around; everyone in the machinery factory area is talking about the workers' disturbance.

Wei Chunxi was forced to promise that he would resign if the problem of providing vegetables for the factory workers could not be solved.

Song Yan felt the time was right. She wanted to help her parents get what they needed most when dividing the family property—the house.

Without a house, how can we talk about dividing the family property?

When it was time for work, Song Yan went straight to the office of Deputy Factory Director Wei Chunxi.

What happened at the Song family yesterday spread throughout the entire factory this morning. Deputy Factory Director Wei, of course, also knew about it.

Therefore, when Deputy Factory Director Wei saw Song Yan, he guessed what Song Yan was asking for.

Song Yan recounted the events of the Song family in a vivid yet concise manner. His parents were constantly ostracized at home, and with yesterday's incident, they could no longer return to the Song family.

Song Yan begged the factory to help allocate him an apartment. Only with an apartment could Song's parents survive and save their lives.

Does what happened to Song Huaren's family evoke sympathy? From Wei Chunxi's personal perspective, he does. But sympathy is useless.

"I heard your name is Song Yan, right? Comrade Song Yan, I sympathize with your family's situation. But I'm powerless to help. I've already written my resignation letter." Wei Chunxi pointed to several folded pieces of paper on the table, looking listless.

Just then, a comrade rushed in. "Deputy Factory Director Wei, go and see! They've surrounded the factory director's office again."

"I'll go take a look. Comrade Song Yan, you see, I really can't help you." Wei Chunxi stood up and tugged at his clothes. He had lost, but even in defeat, one should maintain some dignity.

"Deputy Factory Director Wei, why did you resign?" Song Yan asked.

"Are there still people in the machinery factory who don't know the reason?" Wei Chunxi asked with a self-deprecating tone.

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