"Do you know Happy Street? Song Qingqing is in the iron shed at the entrance of Happy Street." Song Qingqing's words were a blatant attempt to shift the blame.

Anyone with common sense can tell.

Unfortunately, Qian Xiaojun and Qian Xiaomei were completely brainless and only knew how to shout and yell.

Upon hearing this, not only did they fail to detect Song Qingyi's malicious intent, but they also found it reasonable.

The two immediately went out together, intending to find Song Qingqing and have her cook for them.

Qian Jianye, who was lying on the bed in the room, heard the noise and shouted loudly: "Xiaojun, Xiaomei, come here, come here."

Unfortunately, no one heard him except Song Qingyi, who had just stirred things up.

Because Qian Xiaojun and Qian Xiaomei had already set off for Huanle Street to cause trouble for Song Qingqing.

The two women wanted to call Song Qingqing back, to have her serve them like before, doing their work, cooking and washing clothes.

But they didn't even consider why Song Qingqing wanted to go back.

So, when they excitedly arrived at Joy Street and gave Song Qingqing orders to go back...

Song Qingqing rolled her eyes at them and said, "You guys are probably still half asleep. If you're not, go back to sleep!"

What's wrong with her? Did you think she really cared about their family?

Are you out of your mind?!

"You piece of trash! If our family hadn't taken you in, would you have been able to go to school and grow up like this? You heartless woman!" Qian Xiaojun immediately turned into a shrew when he saw Song Qingqing's blunt rejection.

His demeanor was no less impressive than Song Meihua's.

"Oh! Your family took me in?"

Don't my parents send money to your family every year?

Do you think I'm just staying here for free?

I paid for the accommodation.

Besides, for the past ten years, I've worked like a slave for your family, and you haven't even paid me for my labor!

As for my conscience, that's none of your concern. Whether you have a conscience or not, I don't know." Song Qingqing looked at Qian Xiaojun with a sarcastic expression.

Song Meihua has only been dead for four days, and she hasn't even been buried yet, but they still have time to come and cause trouble for her. It's really strange.

"You slut, come home with us right now, or don't blame us for being impolite." Qian Xiaomei, who had been starving for several days, ran out of patience and stepped forward to threaten him.

Song Qingqing turned to look at her and said, "As far as I know, my aunt just died!"

Instead of staying home to keep vigil, you have the nerve to come here and cause trouble. What a fine pair of children you are.

In their culture, once an elder dies, the descendants must keep vigil over the deceased until the elder is buried.

Last time, at the police station, Song Ping'an asked her to go along and help keep vigil over Wang Xiuhua's spirit, but she refused.

For this reason, her grandfather, Song Ping'an, who had previously treated her well, showed a look of disappointment in his eyes for the first time.

Song Qingqing knew that he thought she was too heartless.

She simply couldn't bear to guard Wang Xiuhua's spirit.

In both her lives, Wang Xiuhua had never treated her well. She couldn't bring herself to kneel before Wang Xiuhua's memorial tablet every day in place of her cousins.

“Mom loved us so much, how could she bear to see us suffer? Whether or not to keep vigil is up to us.” When asked about her mother Song Meihua, who died unexpectedly, Qian Xiaomei didn’t even frown, nor did she show any sadness.

They immediately began to refute, trying to prevent Song Qingqing from bringing up their lack of filial piety.

Song Qingqing didn't mean that; she was just surprised that her cousins ​​not only didn't wear mourning clothes, but also had no intention of doing so.

Although Song Meihua's education was a failure, she couldn't really be said to have treated them badly.

But the two of them, faced with Song Meihua's death, not only showed no sadness, but acted as if nothing had happened.

"What you do is your business, but don't bother me here." Song Qingqing was directly telling them to leave.

Qian Xiaojun and Qian Xiaomei, who couldn't understand human speech, were furious.

They were all so angry that their faces turned red and their necks bulged, and they started cursing again.

"You worthless slut, you cheap slut." Before Qian Xiaojun could finish speaking, Song Qingqing shoved a cabbage into his mouth and then slapped him several times, leaving him defenseless.

With a loud "bang!", Qian Xiaojun was ruthlessly thrown two meters away by Song Qingqing.

Upon seeing this, Qian Xiaomei instantly recalled the times when Song Qingqing had beaten her before. She bit her lip tightly and remained silent.

Enraged by the beating, Qian Xiaojun scrambled to his feet like a madman and charged straight at Song Qingqing.

Song gently lifted her leg and kicked him away again.

But Qian Xiaojun was like an unkillable cockroach; he would get kicked away and quickly get back up to continue his attack.

Seeing that this was going to go on, Song Qingqing stopped trying to defeat him with one move and instead knocked him to the ground, starting a one-sided beating.

"You slut, let go of my brother! Let him go!" Qian Xiaomei shouted as she watched Song Qingqing beat her own brother until his eyes rolled back in his head, fearing for his safety.

But his body remained motionless, and he dared not move forward at all.

He looked terrified; where was his former arrogance?

Clearly, some people just need to be taught a lesson.

If you discipline her a few more times, she'll know the pain and become afraid.

"Shut up! If you dare to say another word of nonsense, I'll sew your mouth shut." Song Qingqing swung her fist, stepping on Qian Xiaojun, her eyes sharply fixed on Qian Xiaomei.

The latter was startled by her gaze and quickly shut his mouth, not daring to say another word.

Without the flies buzzing in her ears, Song Qingqing continued to beat him until Qian Xiaojun fainted from the pain. Only then did Song Qingqing throw him onto Qian Xiaomei, smashing her face-first into the dirt.

Qian Xiaomei glared at Song Qingqing through gritted teeth, wishing she could kill her with her eyes.

Song Qingqing rolled her eyes and made a gesture, which scared the other woman so much that she picked up Qian Xiaojun and fled in panic.

After returning home, Qian Xiaomei left her brother and ran to Qian Jianye to complain that Song Qingqing had bullied her.

They bullied the younger siblings, taking advantage of their strength, and beat them terribly.

Qian Jianye could do nothing but get angry after hearing this.

His legs were crippled, and the doctor said that if he wanted to walk again, he would have to stay in bed for three months.

He didn't want to become disabled, so when he heard Song Qingqing beating up his two children again, all he could do was sulk.

All hatred must wait until he recovers from his injuries.

And then there's that despicable Song Qingyi. She took Meihua to the city, but when she came back, Meihua was dead.

Regardless of whether it was an accident or not, Qian Jianye was determined to get revenge on Song Qingyi.

Now, he can't rush things; everything has to wait until he recovers, otherwise it will all be in vain.

"Listen, from now on, don't listen to anyone except me. Especially that brat Song Qingyi, she never tells the truth." He had clearly heard Song Qingyi blatantly instigating his children to cause trouble for Song Qingqing.

He tried to stop them, but he didn't succeed.