However, she was more tired today.

In the past, she only needed to sell her sandals to the scrap collector, but now she also has to set up a stall and sell them, which adds a lot more work to her schedule.

This extra amount is like a labor fee.

It seems that even these days, there's no way to make money without effort.

You always have to give something in return.

I tidied up the small table and went to fetch two buckets of water from a faraway place to take home.

Just as the bucket was put down, someone carried a large wooden box that could be used as a dwelling and placed it at the end of Happy Street.

She was a little puzzled and stood at the door for a long time.

Only then did it dawn on me that this might be the Security Bureau.

However, what puzzled her was why there were security guards on the main road.

Two of them came at once.

Is there some gold on this street that they need to guard?

Or is there some treasure underground?

Before she could recover her thoughts, the two security guards stepped forward and greeted her politely, "Hello, we are Da Meng and Xiao Meng, and we will be in charge of maintaining order on Huanle Street from now on."

"Oh, hello. So late at night? Are you sure you still want to continue?" Song Qingqing couldn't help but ask.

This was truly the first time she had ever seen a boss hire someone to guard an empty street.

What was Sikong Xingchen thinking?

“Normally, we don’t need to maintain order at night, but since some people are staying here, our boss instructed us to stay here to ensure the safety of the residents.” The speaker was Da Meng, who had a short mustache and spoke in a very serious manner, much like Lao Wang.

"Residents?" Song Qingqing looked around, a strange chill creeping over her body. She wondered if they were referring to some kind of ghost or monster!

She is just an ordinary mortal and cannot see.

Seeing her darting around, Da Meng couldn't hold back any longer. "No need to look anymore, it's you."

"Huh?" Song Qingqing pointed to herself and said, "I'm the resident you're talking about? You were sent by Sikong Xingchen?"

So, did Sikong Xingchen send someone to guard her here because he knew she lived here and was worried about her?

How heartwarming!

Thinking of this, Song Qingqing's phoenix eyes instantly lit up, even brighter than the moon above everyone's heads.

Seeing this, Da Meng thought to himself that Brother Wang was right after all; this girl must also like their boss.

Look, their whole face lights up when their boss's name is mentioned.

“You’re the first person that Young Master Si has taken such good care of.” Xiao Meng chimed in, not wanting to be left behind. After saying that, she looked Song Qingqing up and down several times, and then said, “Besides your face, you really don’t have anything that makes Young Master Si treat you differently.”

"..."

This child really doesn't know how to talk. What do you mean she only has this face?

With just that face, she could easily outshine countless girls, no doubt about it!

With a flick of her hair, Song Qingqing said narcissistically, "Only your boss can appreciate my good qualities."

"..." This time, it was Xiao Meng's turn to be speechless.

"Alright, Xiao Meng, let's not disturb her rest." Da Meng was afraid that her younger brother might say something fatal and offend the girl who was most likely to become Madam Si, so she dragged her brother away to say goodbye.

Song Qingqing didn't mind what Xiao Meng had just said. Instead, she was very happy with Sikong Xingchen's performance. She hummed a random tune, washed up, and went to bed.

The next day, Song Qingqing wanted to go to the countryside after breakfast, but before she could leave, she was greeted by Zhang Xiaoyan.

Because the other party learned from her father that her business was good yesterday, they offered to help her watch the shop today.

Song Qingqing did not object, gave her a few instructions, and then went to the countryside.

Perhaps it was still early, but the first round of exchanging vegetables didn't go as planned; we only got one bag back.

The second wave, the third wave... the fifth wave, each filled two sacks.

Thanks to Zhang Xiaoyan's help, after she brought the items back, she only needed to put them down, and Zhang Xiaoyan would help her sort them.

Busy times always fly by, and before we knew it, it was evening.

Song Qingqing returned just in time, hung up the loudspeaker, and began selling vegetables.

Perhaps it was good luck that it didn't leave, and business was very good today; eleven sacks of vegetables were quickly sold out.

Meanwhile, at the Song family's home, a scene unfolded where the entire family launched a cannon attack on Song Ping'an.

"Dad, you're already sixty-three. Why are you getting a divorce at such an old age?" The one who said this was Song Weijia, Song Ping'an's third son, who was also Wang Xiuhua's favorite son, and whom she was certain was not Song Ping'an's biological son.

"What will happen to us if you divorce Mom? How will Qiannian and Qianmi face the world? Everyone will say they have divorced grandparents."

"Can't you think about us for once?" These were the words of Song Meihua. She had been called back by Song Weimin the day before yesterday and had been brainwashed by Wang Xiuhua for two days in a row. She had also joined the ranks of those who were lobbying and attacking Song Ping'an.

"And if you divorce Mom, who will cook and do laundry for you? Who can take care of you all by yourself?"

"How will you, an elderly person, spend your old age in comfort and carefree?"

The siblings Song Weijia and Song Meihua kept talking, one after the other, leaving the honest Song Ping'an speechless.

But he felt even more upset.

He was truly fed up with being controlled by Wang Xiuhua, this domineering woman. He just wanted to live out his remaining days in peace and freedom.

Why do all his children oppose him?

Yes, it sounds terrible to get divorced at such an old age, and he can't take care of himself, but he's heartbroken and can't live like this for another day.

If he had more money, he would have taken all his children to the hospital for a checkup to see if they were his offspring.

Thinking of this, Song Ping'an seemed to have found his purpose in life. Suddenly, his gaze became intense as he looked at Song Weijia and Song Meihua, and he blurted out, "As long as you come with me to the hospital for a checkup and confirm that you are both my children..."

Then I can endure the humiliation for the rest of my life for you.

"If you're all bastards, get out of the Song family right now!"

Upon hearing this, Song Weijia and Song Meihua's eyes immediately flickered, and they looked at Wang Xiuhua guiltily. The latter was also so angry that her face turned pale, and she said something shocking: "You old man, is it that important whether it's your child or not?"

As long as they call you Dad, isn't that enough?

"Whose child isn't a child?"

What a twisted logic! Song Ping'an almost fell for it.

Fortunately, he was a very traditional man who valued bloodlines highly. He quickly realized what was going on and stood up abruptly from the stool. "Wang Xiuhua, you finally admit it. None of them are my children, Song Ping'an's, are they?"

You, Wang Xiuhua, have been defecating and pissing on my head all these years, and you still expect me to raise these bastards as your sons? Do you think I'm so desperate for sons that I'd take anyone's offspring?

I told them, "I'm definitely getting a divorce. I don't want any of these children. You can have them all. I want to see how long you can keep up this arrogance."