Ruan Qingling said, "You stole so much money from my man, and I can't say anything? Then show me some real action. Now you want to return the house to me, and I'll give you two hundred yuan to settle this matter, or you two get out of here and never show your faces in front of me again?"

Wang Guihua: "This is between me and my son, it has nothing to do with you, you stand aside."

Wang Guihua was fierce, and Ruan Qingling's eyes were also sharp: "He's my man now, do you dare say it's okay?"

Wang Guihua: "..."

Song Meili absolutely had to get the two hundred yuan, otherwise, if she encountered the Zhao family again, she would definitely be beaten to death.

"Third brother, please help me."

Could Ruan Qingling tolerate someone who wanted her dead?

"Song Meili, have you forgotten what you did before? Now you actually have the nerve to ask my man for help?"

Song Meili paused for a moment, then immediately said, "Third Sister-in-law, don't misunderstand, I really didn't do anything."

Song Meiling chimed in, "Yes, Third Sister-in-law, you've misunderstood. It's not what you think. I've never harmed you."

Ruan Qingling: "I don't know you, so you'd better get out of here."

Song Shoushan said, "How dare you! Your elders are here, and you dare to curse people like that."

Ruan Qingling looked at Song Shoushan, then at Song Baoshan: "Uncle Village Chief, I am now asking the village to step in and handle this matter. Song Shiting has already given this vampire's family so much money, not to mention that Wang Guihua abused him when he was young."

“Look at the scars on his shoulders from the fire tongs, and so many other unseen wounds. Wang Guihua is heartless, while Song Shiting is righteous. The debt of gratitude for raising him has long been repaid. Their family matters will have nothing to do with us anymore.”

She saw it clearly too.

Song Shiting's parents are not human.

Even if she doesn't end up with Song Shiting, she won't allow Ya Ya to have such outrageous relatives, so she must cut ties with them as soon as possible.

Moreover, Song Shiting's attitude today was quite good; he clearly didn't want any connection with this family.

Taking advantage of this moment, Ruan Qingling was determined to make a big scene.

Let the villagers be witnesses, and then sever all ties with them.

Otherwise, there will be trouble every day from now on.

Song Baoshan was taken aback.

He knew that Song Shiting had a miserable childhood.

After all, back then, his son would always come back and tell him that Song Shiting had been beaten by his family again.

They were basically beaten every two or three days.

However, now even his wife knows about these things.

After saying this, Ruan Qingling glanced at Song Shiting.

She noticed that the man's expression was calm, and he didn't seem to want to argue.

She became bolder and decided to cut the Gordian knot.

Wang Guihua came here this time to ask for money.

Ruan Qingling actually dared to mention severing ties?

"Ruan Qingling, you shrew, how dare you sow discord between my son and me! Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?"

Ruan Qingling asked, "Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning if you use fire tongs to burn a child who is only a few years old? I don't believe you hit him accurately on both shoulders. You were trying to hit his head, but he dodged, so you hit his shoulders instead, right? God shouldn't have let such a vicious woman live until now."

Song Shoushan couldn't let Ruan Qingling continue, so he immediately shouted, "That's enough."

He looked at Song Shiting with a cold expression: "What do you mean by this? You're not going to speak, so what's the point of letting a shrew stand up and talk?"

Song Shiting glanced at him, his voice indifferent and cold: "Her meaning is also my meaning."

After saying that, he turned to look at Song Baoshan: "Uncle, you can take a look at the agreement we signed. My wife was right. The fire tongs weren't meant to hit my shoulder, but my head. I dodged it once, but it hit me again, which is why I have dents on both shoulders."

That kind of pain is something I can't think about right now; a child under ten years old endured it.

During that time, his family didn't care whether he lived or died.

Wang Guihua even hoped that his inflammation would flare up at that time and he would die.

"Over the years, I have done everything I should. The rest, apart from giving them six yuan a month for living expenses, I will not do anything else."

Three yuan per person!

They have done everything they could to be kind and righteous.

Song Baoshan felt that this was not something that could not be done.

In particular, Song Shoushan and his wife were far too biased.

Just then, Aunt Liu and Song Dazhi came out from across the street.

They couldn't stand it anymore and spoke up to say the truth: "Shoushan, one should be content. Shiting has had a hard time all these years. Let him go."

They wish they had a son like Song Shiting.

They wanted it, but they didn't have it.

Song Shoushan had this good fortune, but he didn't cherish it.

After all, they've been neighbors for so many years, and they've all seen what Song Shiting is like at home.

Song Shoushan felt he had lost face.

Even the neighbors came over to complain.

His face darkened as he said, "This is none of your business."

Song Shiting requested, "Uncle, I only have one request: just follow the agreement."

Song Baoshan asked, "Have you made up your mind?"

Song Shiting said, "It's decided. If I don't deal with this today, I will deal with it tomorrow."

He just wanted to wait until his family was stable before doing this.

Ruan Qingling is now very good to her daughter.

He's been gone for so long, but he hasn't harmed his daughter.

He was relieved to see his daughter doing well.

Song Baoshan looked at Song Shoushan: "If the child has such an idea, then let's make arrangements."

Song Shoushan couldn't accept it, so he picked up a sharp bamboo stick from the side.

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