Seeing that the situation was not good, the original owner 꿵 scratched his head and said bravely: "Qingyan, there is indeed something we came here to do. Since you joined the army, the son-in-law has not sent any money back 깊. The in-laws asked us to come because they want you to persuade the son-in-law. Okay. You should send more money to make life easier for your family. Besides, your brother is getting married at such an age that the family can’t afford any gifts or a wedding room. You are in a good situation now, so why don’t you help the family?”

The anger in Yang Qingyan's eyes suddenly popped up. She stared at the two hypocritical faces in front of her and said coldly: "Helping? Why do you think I will help you? You have treated me like a messenger since I was a child. In addition, don't you know the good things I did back then? Why? 300 Isn’t that enough for you to sell me to the Mu family for a small gift? Besides, whether Mu Nanhe sends the money back or not, that’s not my business. Just leave, I won’t help.”

When the original owner's mother heard this, her face turned pale and red. Before they came, the in-laws gave them a suggestion. If Yang Qingyan didn't agree, they could go to the army to make trouble and let her embarrass herself. Then she would definitely compromise. Thinking of this, the original owner's mother made up her mind and said with her neck stiff, "If you don't let us go to the army to find the leader and let everyone judge, how can a daughter and son-in-law not support their mother!"

Yang Qingyan was not afraid at all. Instead, she took a step forward with an increasingly fierce look in her eyes: "Okay, go ahead! I want to see who is the one who is being shameless when you reveal that you drugged and sold me to others! By then, the military leaders will know that you did such a wicked thing for the bride price and insulted the soldiers. You can expect to suffer the consequences, and maybe even go to jail!"

The original owner's mother was completely panicked. They thought Yang Qingyan would be afraid of her reputation and behave obediently, but they didn't expect her to be so tough. The two looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment.

At this time, Mu Nanhe walked back home with steady and powerful steps. As soon as he walked out of the door, he heard the sound of tense confrontation in the house. His face suddenly darkened. He walked into the house quickly, glanced at the original owner's mother coldly, and his voice was as cold and hard as ice in the cold winter: "Go back and tell them that the pension money has been transferred to them, and I have sent a lot of money back over the years, which is enough for living. Don't disturb us, otherwise I will go back and settle the bill carefully."

Mu Nanhe's eyes were filled with deep chill, and his resentment towards his family had long been accumulated. He had never felt warmth in that family since he was a child. His family was not kind to him, and he was always worried about his younger brother. Even in the hard days when he could not get enough food, he was forced to do a lot of heavy work, and was often so tired that he could not straighten his back. In order to fill his stomach, he had to go up the mountain to hunt, crawling and rolling in the mountains and forests, and thus practiced a strong skill. During a conscription, he seized the opportunity, quietly signed up, and left that cold and loveless home ever since. He carved out a new world for himself by fighting with his troops.

The original owner's mother and daughter couldn't help but tremble slightly when they heard what Mu Nanhe said. They knew Mu Nanhe's current status and power, and they knew that he was not bluffing. They wanted to argue a few more times, but when they met Mu Nanhe's cold eyes, they swallowed their words back.

Seeing that threats and bullying were of no use, the original owner's mother-in-law rolled her eyes and stared at the exquisite gifts on the table. She said shamelessly: "Even if you don't give us money, you have to let us take something back. We came all the way here and it cost us several dollars for the car fare." The tone of her voice was as if Yang Qingyan owed them a big favor.

Yang Qingyan laughed angrily, her chest heaving violently a few times. She took a deep breath, trying her best to suppress her anger. Without saying a word, she picked up a gift and threw it at their feet with a "swoosh". She then took out 20 yuan from her pocket and threw it over fiercely: "Take it, treat it as if you gave birth to me, and don't come to me again. From the moment you sold me to the Mu family, you are no longer qualified to be my father or mother." Her voice trembled slightly with anger, and her eyes were full of determination.

The original owner's mother and daughter hurriedly took the things and money, their faces pale and red. They stood there, unable to understand why Yang Qingyan was like a different person. She used to be submissive and submissive, but now she was so tough and unyielding. But now they were helpless. Under the cold gaze of Yang Qingyan and Mu Nanhe, they took the "trophy" and turned around in shame, like two defeated roosters, and hurriedly fled out of the house.

The door slammed shut behind the original owner's mother. The sound was like a gate that temporarily shut out all the disturbances. Yang Qingyan felt a deep sense of fatigue surge into her heart like a tide, as if all the strength in her body was drained away in an instant. Her body swayed slightly uncontrollably, and her back leaned heavily against the cold wall.

Mu Nanhe had been paying attention to her every move. Seeing this, he quickly stepped forward and supported her steadily with his strong arms. He frowned slightly, his eyes were full of heartache, and his voice was gentle but with unquestionable firmness: "Don't be angry and hurt your health. This kind of person is not worth it."

Yang Qingyan raised her head, her eyes still showing lingering anger and a hint of barely perceptible confusion. She opened her lips slightly, her voice carrying a hint of self-mockery: "Don't you think I'm cruel? I don't even recognize my own biological mother." Mu Nanhe shook his head gently, his eyes deep and warm, and he spoke slowly: "I have asked my comrades to help me investigate what happened over the years. I know everything about how they treated you. You are not worthy of being a mother. You should treat you like this and stop worrying about your affairs."

Yang Qingyan's heart shuddered suddenly, as if a warm current broke through the ice and flowed slowly through her heart. She looked at Mu Nanhe, her eyes full of emotion and relief. It turned out that he had always been silently paying attention to her and understood the pain and struggle deep in her heart. This understanding seemed precious in this cold world.

After a moment of silence, Yang Qingyan seemed to remember something and asked softly, "Why did you reduce the money you gave us?" Mu Nanhe sighed slightly, pulled her to sit on the chair, and a trace of reminiscence surged in his expression. He slowly said, "You know, my childhood was really miserable. Ever since I can remember, anything delicious or useful at home was given to my brother. I watched eagerly and didn't even dare to touch it. Every time I ate, I was often hungry. As soon as the food was served on the table, my brother swept away most of the food like a whirlwind, and I picked up some leftover soup and cold meat to fill my stomach."

She paused for a moment, a hint of sadness flashed across her eyes, and she continued, "But all the housework fell on me, washing clothes, cooking, cleaning the yard, these chores day after day, my hands were full of tiredness at my young age. During the busy farming season, I had to work in the fields before dawn, and I was so tired that I couldn't straighten my back. When I returned home, I had to take care of my younger brother. If I made a mistake, I would be beaten and scolded."

"Later, I was so hungry that I had no choice but to go hunting in the mountains. The mountains were full of dangers. Once, I was tracking a hare and accidentally fell into a trap set by a hunter. My leg was pierced by sharp spikes and bleeding. I screamed in the trap, but no one came to save me. In the end, I gritted my teeth, endured the severe pain, and made a simple tool with branches and vines to climb out. When I got home, my wound was inflamed and rotten. They just applied some herbal medicine to me and urged me to work."

Mu Nanhe's voice trembled slightly, as if he had returned to those painful years. "Later, the news of conscription came. I knew this was my only chance to change my fate, so I secretly signed up without telling my family. When I left, my family found out. Not only did they not feel sorry for me, they even scolded me for being ungrateful, saying that my departure would mean the family would lose a laborer. But I didn't care about that anymore. I wanted to escape from that home that didn't have any warmth at all."

Yang Qingyan's eyes were slightly red. She couldn't help but reach out her hand and hold Mu Nanhe's hand with some heartache. Her tone was firm as a vow: "I will be with you in the future." These few simple words seemed to have a thousand-pound force. In this small room, they wove a warm and tough net, tightly entangling the two of them. Mu Nanhe held her hand in return, exerting a little force, as if responding, but also as if promising.