He brought back a lot of things for his two children and wife, including clothes and shoes.

But because he's a man, he's rather careless, and because he doesn't go home often, the clothes he buys aren't very suitable.

Take Qian Xiaomei's clothes for example. He bought two sets of pajamas for his daughter, but they were both too big for her.

It would be more suitable for the Song Qingyi and her sister to wear.

When Qian Jianye saw his niece Song Qingyi, he wanted to give the clothes to the two sisters, but before he could say anything, Song Meihua snatched them away, saying, "If Xiaomei can't wear these two pajamas, then give them to me. You can still squeeze into them."

After saying that, she didn't give Qian Jianye a chance to react and stuffed it into her arms.

Considering how she had taken care of their children all these years, Qian Jianye didn't argue with her. He turned to Song Qingyi and said, "Yiyi, your uncle will buy you two new outfits later."

Song Qingyi didn't take it seriously and smiled politely, knowing it was just a polite remark.

Her uncle-in-law says the same thing every year when he comes back.

But he has never made a promise to the present.

"Dad, why are you buying her clothes? Song Qingyi has plenty of money, more than we can spend!" Qian Xiaomei was unhappy when she heard that her own father had bought her clothes that were too big and instead of buying her new ones, he wanted to buy clothes for Song Qingyi.

"Oh! Yi-yi is very rich? How is she so rich?" Qian Jianye asked curiously upon hearing this.

When Song Qingyi realized that the matter had dragged her into it, she quickly pulled Song Qingqing aside to shield her, "Xiaomei, is your hand any better? Should we go to the hospital to get it checked out tomorrow?"

Upon hearing Song Qingyi's words, Qian Jianye noticed that his wife and child were injured, with faint bruises still visible on their faces.

His anger flared instantly. "What happened to you? Who hit you? Tell me, I'll beat him to death!"

Why were Qian Xiaojun and Qian Xiaomei so prone to outbursts of anger? Besides Song Meihua's parenting issues, Qian Jianye also set a good example in many ways.

So when he saw that his wife and children had been bullied, he didn't even ask why, and just said that he would help them get revenge.

His actions were exactly what everyone present wanted.

"Dad, it was that bitch Qingqing who beat us up like this."

"Waaaaah, you have to help us get revenge!"

“You have no idea how she bullied us. She hit us with stools, shovels, and brooms.”

Mom's leg was broken, my brother's bone was fractured, and I broke my arm. We're in so much trouble..."

Upon hearing her father's question, Qian Xiaomei couldn't help but blurt out Song Qingqing's name.

"Dad, she's so cruel! She stripped us naked and tied us up downstairs to beat us..." After Qian Xiaomei complained about Song Qingsong, Qian Xiaojun also started complaining.

"Jianye, you must stand up for us, mother and children!"

For the past ten years, I have kindly taken her in and let her live in my home. I deserve credit for her hard work, even if I haven't done anything particularly good!

"But that brat Qingqing has been abusing us three every day. If you hadn't come back, we wouldn't be here again." Song Meihua said, and started crying as well.

After more than ten years of marriage, this was the first time Qian Jianye had ever seen Song Meihua cry out in distress.

It's clear she really suffered a tremendous injustice.

"Don't worry, when Qingqing comes back, I will make her apologize to you. If she doesn't apologize, I will cripple her hands and feet."

"How dare you bully us? You've got some nerve!" Qian Jianye's anger was finally ignited.

Seeing this, Song Meihua and the others were extremely satisfied.

Now they're just waiting for Song Qingqing to come back so Qian Jianye can pin her to the ground and beat her.

Song Meihua never doubted that her man couldn't beat Song Qingqing.

Even though Song Qingqing seems to have become more capable, her man has been a sailor and a soldier, and is very skilled.

Moreover, she was very tall and sturdy. She was just waiting to see how Song Qingqing would cry and beg for forgiveness when she returned.

Then, the mother and her two children can settle both old and new scores together.

How will she make Song Qingqing regret hitting her then?

Should I feed her my own foot bath water, or have her clean the trash can...?

Song Meihua had a wonderful vision of what was to come, but she never imagined that her wish was destined to be unfulfilled.

Little did Song Qingqing know that her aunt was plotting revenge against her.

She had no idea that her uncle had returned.

So when she opened the door and saw the tall figure in the living room, she was taken aback.

"Qingqing, I heard that the injuries on your aunt and your cousin's wife were caused by you, is that true?" Qian Jianye's tone was very bad, like the darkness before a downpour, with a low and oppressive atmosphere.

Song Qing glanced at Song Meihua and the others, and seeing their gloating expressions, she understood that they must have complained. But she still nodded, "Yes, but..."

Before she could finish speaking, Qian Jianye interrupted her, "Since you've admitted it, then apologize to your aunt and uncle right now. If you can satisfy them, I won't hit you."

Upon hearing the demand for an apology, Song Qingqing gave a cold laugh. "That injury was inflicted by me, but..."

"Apologize now." Another interruption stopped Song Qingqing from trying to explain.

Song Qingqing withdrew her explanation and sneered, "What if I don't?"

My mother scolded me, saying she wasn't even given a chance to explain, and that I should just draw my sword.

"If you don't apologize, then don't blame your uncle for being impolite." Qian Jianye said, suddenly standing up. His tall figure was more than a head taller than Song Qingqing.

Song Qingqing had to tilt her head back to see his expression.

"You never intended to be polite with me, did you?" Stop pretending, you're just helping Aunt Xiang and the others get revenge, aren't you?

Is it really necessary to make it sound so high-sounding?

Qian Jianye narrowed his eyes, not embarrassed by Song Qingqing's exposure, but instead raised his fist, wanting to smash Song Qingqing's head.

Just then, someone knocked on the door, and Song Weimin's voice rang out from outside, "Meihua, Meihua, open the door for me."

Upon hearing the sound, Song Meihua's face turned somewhat pale. She didn't want to open the door, but she was afraid that Qian Jianye would ask her why she wouldn't open it. Just as she hesitated...

Qian Jianye opened the door. "Brother, what brings you here?"

"Jianye? Mom asked me to go back and find Meihua, she has something to tell me." Song Weimin had no idea what Wang Xiuhua was thinking; he only needed to obey his parents.

"What's wrong?" Qian Jianye looked at his wife with a puzzled expression, but he immediately noticed the problem because Song Meihua's eyes were actually a little evasive.

Something's not right; there's a problem.

"How would I know? Mom just told me to call Meihua back. Meihua, come back with me quickly," Song Weimin replied honestly.