Shui Qing is drinking refreshing mung bean soup to cool her down in the summer heat.

Fruit soup that has been naturally cooled in spring water tastes even better than soup taken from the refrigerator.

Hu's mother served everyone a large bowl.

Butcher Hu ate with great relish.

He never intended to kill those three people.

He's not stupid. Not only would he have to pay for his own life, but he would also implicate his children. It would be difficult for Qing'er to establish herself in Shanshui Village in the future. He did that simply to cooperate with his daughter.

The results were surprisingly good.

My daughter reacted quickly! Otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of that.

Hu's mother wasn't as optimistic as her husband. "Qing'er, even if those people don't dare to bother you anymore, they definitely can't escape your son-in-law."

That was the son-in-law's maternal uncle. The maternal uncle is the most important person in a mother's family, and his status is very high.

In the past, when she taught Wenhua, she always said that since he held such a high position, he should act like an uncle.

Even if they are only a few years older than their nephews and nieces, they must always stand in front of others when they go out, in order to live up to their status.

I never imagined that my son-in-law's two uncles were such good people.

Shui Qing thought of her past life... Ugh, she didn't have any relatives in China before, but even if she did, she would have lost contact with people like Uncle Huang Da and Uncle Huang Er.

Even if she donated it all, she wouldn't give it to them cheaply—and in fact, that's exactly what she did.

However, Fan Jin is different from her; they've seen, heard, and learned completely different things since childhood. Could she be completely controlled by him...?

Qin Yilin silently drank her mung bean soup, not daring to speak.

This is, after all, a family matter for Fan Jin, and it would be awkward to talk about it too much.

Ding Jiajia's thinking was much simpler: "If you have good relatives, visit them more often; if they are good to your family, treat them even better; if they are not, cut ties with them, otherwise you'll only make yourself angry."

Qin Yilin, forgetting all about drinking her mung bean soup, hurriedly pulled her precious daughter aside and whispered, "Don't talk nonsense!"

Ding Jiajia asked, puzzled, "Mom, am I wrong?"

Qin Yilin was about to say, "Silly girl, you don't have any relatives, or rather, you can't have any relatives. How could you understand the suffering of those who are forced by their parents to recognize relatives?"

No matter how bad it is, they will protect it. Not only do they protect it themselves, but they also expect their children to do things according to their wishes.

Is it that the children don't want to sever ties? Don't they understand this principle? There's just no other way.

Jiajia wouldn't understand!

Shui Qing smiled and said, "It's alright. Our family doesn't have a one-man show. Everyone can express their opinions."

Then he looked at Fan Zhaodi, who was looking down, her mung bean soup barely touched.

The little girl, who usually loves drinking sweet soups and broths, looked down as if she had done something wrong.

It was clearly not her fault.

If given a choice, who wouldn't want sensible parents, regardless of wealth or poverty?

She said, "Don't worry, from now on..."

He paused, realizing that in this dynasty, women were not allowed to study or take the imperial examinations, and it was even more unrealistic for them to go out to work. Apart from getting married to escape their original families, there seemed to be no other practical way.

However, if you place your hopes on your husband's family and marry someone in order to escape a bad family of origin, the risks are still extremely high!

That's not a good idea.

What would be a suitable future for Fan Zhaodi?

Shui Qing sighed helplessly, "Don't be afraid. If they're nice to you, be closer to them; if they're not, stay away. Try to make yourself comfortable and don't let them affect your good life too much."

Fan Zhaodi suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with disbelief.

Didn't her aunt blame her? After all, it was her father's people who caused the trouble; the root of the problem was still her father.