That's why they say a close neighbor is worse than a distant relative.

When Song Yan hurriedly delivered lunch to the hospital, Aunt Guan helped take care of Song's parents.

"Aunt Guan, thank you," Song Yan said sincerely. Aunt Guan had been coming whenever she had time these past few days. If she was at work and didn't have time, she would have Grandma Jiang come over.

"Why are you being so polite, child? Oh, you're going back to cook?" Aunt Guan then noticed the lunchbox in Song Yan's hand.

"The food in the cafeteria is expensive and not good either," Song Yan said.

These days, people generally don't eat at other people's houses. Food supplies are always limited. If you eat someone else's food, how will they survive?

When Song Yan returned, Aunt Guan insisted on going home.

Song Yan didn't stand on ceremony with her and decided to give her something when he left.

When Song Ma saw that the lunchbox contained stewed meat, she immediately felt a pang of heartache. "Xiao Yan, as long as you have food to eat, that's enough. Don't spend this money next time."

"I understand," Song Yan would say every time, but he would still send her delicious food as usual.

Song Ma was a little helpless, but since all the good food had been brought, why wouldn't she eat it?

After dinner, Song's father seemed hesitant to speak, probably because he felt that whether he spoke up sooner or later, it would only mean that Song had made up his mind.

"The police just took your grandma to the hospital; she has a fever again. Your Aunt Guan went downstairs to check on her, and from what she said, it seems she's quite ill." After saying this, Song's father secretly glanced at Song Yan's expression.

"Then what do you mean?" Song Yan's expression wasn't good either. She was wondering what to do if her father pleaded for her.

To be honest, he really didn't want Song Huadong and the others to go to jail.

If it really comes to that point, the police will definitely treat this case with utmost care.

Will Song Cheng admit to hitting someone? We might need to re-verify with Song Ma.

Yesterday, Song Ma was emotionally unstable and covered in blood. She can gloss over some things. But what if she can't handle things when things get serious? Song Ma isn't a cunning person.

Song Yan wouldn't let his mother take such a risk. He himself hadn't disregarded the law. Song Yan's goal was to coerce Old Madam Song and her family into giving in completely.

However, if Song's father were to plead for the old lady, Song Yan would feel very uncomfortable.

“She’s old, and she didn’t commit murder or arson. Xiaoyan, if you insist on sentencing her, I’m afraid some people will say a lot of nasty things. You’re a military family member. Your reputation is more important than ordinary people.” Song’s father’s voice was very soft; he himself felt that he was not being assertive enough.

"What if I sue?" Song Yan's tone turned somewhat unpleasant.

“I’m the one who got beaten, Xiaoyan. This has nothing to do with you. If anyone’s going to sue, it’s me.” Song Ma’s words were completely unexpected for Song Yan.

Mr. Song looked at Mrs. Song in surprise, "I thought Xiao Yan was determined to sue."

“If we don’t sue them, they’ll still call Xiaoyan a bastard.” Song Ma cried.

"Then sue," Song's father said weakly.

“If I don’t sue them, am I supposed to talk to them about family ties? What they did was unforgivable before, and yesterday they beat my mother like that, so it’s unforgivable.” Song Yan knew that the cultural tradition of filial piety in this nation meant that Song’s father could not completely get rid of Song’s mother.

But emotions are one thing, and reason is another.

"Xiaoyan! It was your mother who reported them. If that doesn't work, then add me. You can't mention it again, not even once." Song's father's words carried a pleading tone.

Song Yan was surprised by what Song's father said.

“He Changshun came this morning. He said if you keep targeting the Song family, your reputation will be ruined. Your grandmother is so old; if she dies in prison, you won’t be able to hold your head up high! So, I’m suing. Aren’t I the one who got beaten up? Whatever happens is mine, it has nothing to do with you.” Song’s mother sobbed and rambled on.

He Changshun? Song Yan thought about it for a while before remembering that he was He Xiaofen's older brother.

So there was another story behind it all. I misunderstood Mr. Song earlier.

He Changshun, you want to be a good person, don't you? You just wait!

"Even if I don't like Grandma Song, she's still my grandmother. I'll go downstairs to see her right now." After saying that, Song Yan went out.

Song Yan left in a huff, how could his parents be at ease? The two of them helped him slowly downstairs.

…

The old lady was in a private hospital room, and a female police officer was guarding the door.

Song Yan peered into the ward.

"Comrade, is there anything I can help you with?" the policewoman asked Song Yan politely.

"Hello, officer. The person inside is my grandmother. I want to know how she is?" Song Yan asked cautiously.

The policewoman immediately understood. The Song family had caused trouble twice in just a few days; how could the police not know what was going on?

Policewoman: "The high fever hasn't gone down. The doctor said it's not good if the fever doesn't subside. I don't know anything else, you should ask the doctor."

"Do my family members know?" Song Yan then asked.

"The station is a bit busy today, so we should be able to get notified soon, right?" The policewoman wasn't entirely sure.

"Can I apply for medical parole for him? No matter how bad she is, she is still my grandmother, and I can't..." Song Yan looked conflicted.

That's what Mr. and Mrs. Song heard.

Mr. and Mrs. Song were both weak and looked unwell, supporting each other. The man in front of them also looked pitiful.

Everyone's five fingers are of different lengths, but no family is like the Song family. The police officers were quite helpless. This old lady is truly confused. Her son's family, despite being treated so unfairly, still harbors resentment towards her.

At that moment, the policewoman's colleague brought him food.

“My colleague is here. You can go to the station with him later. If your family doesn’t want to pursue the matter or wants medical parole, they can just go and complete the formalities.” The policewoman turned around and started chattering to her colleague about how kind the family was, how they couldn’t bear to see the old lady sick, and so on.

Song Yan thought: Could you please consider my feelings? Of course, if he could gain this kind of public opinion, Song Yan would be satisfied!

After helping Mr. and Mrs. Song back to the ward, they looked at Song Yan with great curiosity. He had insisted on telling her earlier, so why did he change his mind now?

"Isn't He Changshun trying to be a good person? I'll listen to him. I'll return his sister's mother-in-law to her." I just don't know if He Xiaofen will like the gift I gave her.

When elderly people fall ill, it's not something that can be cured in a day. Let alone someone like Grandma Song, whose illness has dragged on for several days.

When the old lady was seriously ill, He Xiaofen was the one who suffered the most. When she felt a little better, she would worry about her son and grandson. Knowing her personality, she wouldn't be happy if she didn't put someone through the wringer. Now that Song Ma isn't there to protect her, He Xiaofen has to enjoy everything!

Wishing He Xiaofen a pleasant time serving you!