Song Zhenzhen pointed at the watch in Song Yun's hand and said, "Give it to me, watch. It belongs to our Song family. You are not qualified to take it." She had a feeling that this watch was very important to her.
Her feeling has never been wrong since she was born, so she must get this watch.
Song Yun sneered, not only did she not give the watch to Song Zhenzhen, she also put on the watch slowly in front of Song Zhenzhen.
In fact, the appearance of the watch is quite ordinary, and the strap and dial are badly worn. It is far inferior to the Meiyi watch worn on Song Zhenzhen's wrist.
But in Song Yun's memory, this watch was a thank-you gift from an injured elderly man she had helped a year before. When the Ding family sent their engagement token, Song Weiguo and Li Shulan accepted it but claimed they had nothing worthwhile to offer, much to the dismay of Ding's mother. Finally, Song Yun produced this old watch, and Ding's mother reluctantly accepted it for Ding Jianye's sake.
This watch belongs entirely to Song Yun.
"This watch doesn't belong to your Song family. Also, you always say that I am not qualified to take things from your Song family. Then let me ask you, what about the things you took from my parents? How about returning them to me?" Song Yun said.
Song Zhenzhen's expression changed, and she scolded him harshly, "Don't talk nonsense, I didn't take anything from your parents."
Song Yun pointed at Song Zhenzhen's clothes. "The Dacron shirt, the cashmere vest, the wool coat, the lambskin shoes, the Meiyi watch, and even the velvet hairband on your head, the things you wipe on your face and hands, which one of them wasn't bought for you by my parents?"
Song Zhenzhen moved her lips, wanting to refute, but couldn't find the words to refute.
She came wearing this outfit, and she also had two large suitcases filled with clothes, shoes, daily necessities, and some valuable jewelry, all of which were moved out of that house before the Revolutionary Committee people came.
Song Yun took a step forward, getting closer to Song Zhenzhen. Her height, combined with her suddenly cold expression, gave Song Zhenzhen a strong sense of oppression. "My parents are actively severing ties with you and asking you to come here to recognize your relationship. They couldn't have let you come empty-handed. You must have taken a lot of money, right? Did they also give you the share that was supposed to be mine?"
Song Zhenzhen's eyes instantly became panicked, and she clenched her fists and immediately denied it, "No, they were already in that state, how could they have any money to give me? Not a penny."
Song Zhenzhen thought of the day when she left the staff dormitory of Beijing University. Song Hao and Bai Qingxia divided all the money in the family into three parts and gave them to her. Each part was 1,200 yuan. She, Song Ziyi and Song Yun each received one part. They also entrusted their eight-year-old son Song Ziyi to her.
Now, she has gotten rid of the burden Song Ziyi, and all three parts of the money are in her hands. She will not tell anyone about this. Anyway, Song Hao and Bai Qingxia will die soon after being sent down. Calculating the time, they will die of illness in the cowshed in the countryside in a dozen days at most. As long as she doesn't say anything about this, no one will know.
Song Zhenzhen's guilty expression was obvious, her voice was weak, and her hands were tightly clutching the hem of her clothes. All of this fell into Song Yun's eyes. What was there to not understand?
On the one hand, he takes advantage of the adoptive mother, and on the other hand, he bullies the adoptive mother's children, and he is so arrogant. Ha!
It doesn't matter if he doesn't admit it, she will find it out herself and will never let this ungrateful person get away with it.
At this moment, a quarrel could be heard from the bedroom. A moment later, Zhao Lanqi rushed out in a rage, cursing as he walked. "I've never seen such a shameless family. They broke off the engagement and refused to return the token, saying it was lost. Such a good thing, they said it was lost? Who would believe you? Pah—shameless! Just wait, this isn't over yet!"
As soon as Zhao Lanqi left, Song Zhenzhen's pretended reserve and timidity in front of Zhao Lanqi disappeared, and her expression immediately became sinister and cruel. She reached out and snatched the watch that Song Yun was already wearing on her wrist. Her movements were rough and she had the spirit of a shrew.
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