[1. Today, there will be a unique news in the old Qian family. The retribution of the naughty kid has come. He cries to heaven and earth but no one helps. Maybe he is right. The thief is someone else.]
This was the task for this morning. Song Jiayu was wondering why he hadn't come yet. When she was preparing to eat at noon, he came so unexpectedly!
She walked around the room for a long time, scanning the surroundings, but there was no reason for her to watch the show up close?
"If you don't mind, you can take some food to Lao Qian's house." Jiang Baizhou said.
"Uh..." Song Jiayu didn't feel disgusted. She always took revenge when she had one, and it was over once she took it. She just felt that if she gave it to him once, she would be pestered by the petty-minded old lady Qian in the future.
"There's no need to deliver food. I'm going to deliver warmth to the community... no, to the compound."
Someone who was even more shameless went to Lao Qian's house empty-handed.
At this moment, facing the accusations from his dear grandmother, three question marks could be seen on Qian Youcai's chubby face. He really didn't know what he was talking about.
"Grandma, what are you talking about? Money? How would I know where you hid the money?"
The stomach growled, but the careless kid didn't notice the atmosphere at home and said, "When is lunch? I'm starving."
"Snap"
Qian Zhuangshi, whose legs had been recuperating at home for so long and were now able to walk, reached out and slapped him.
No one in the Qian family thought that Qian Zhuangshi would hit someone!
He would even beat his youngest son, whom he once loved very much!
He even once let Qian Youcai, when he was a child, sit on his shoulders and go to watch the factory's annual performance together.
"Dad, you hit me?" Qian Youcai was stunned and the first thing he could do was to ask this question.
Qian Zhuangshi didn't realize he had slapped her. Feeling guilty for a moment, he immediately changed his attitude and said, "It's not my fault, it's yours." He accused her, "What's wrong with me hitting you? You're so young, yet you steal things. If I don't discipline you now, do I have to wait for you to make a bigger mistake before I discipline you?"
This was the first time he had suffered such a great injustice, and he felt pain on his cheek. Qian Youcai covered his face with his hands and bumped his head towards Qian Zhuangshi like a little lion.
"You're not my dad! Get away! I don't want you anymore!"
"Hey, you bastard—"
Qian Zhuangshi was also very angry and was about to teach his unfilial son a lesson.
"Go ahead and beat him. You only know how to beat your own son at home. I've never seen you teach a lesson to those who bullied your son outside." Zhou Ying only shouted the last word "coward" in his heart, but did not scold him in front of his family.
Old Mrs. Qian looked at her grandson's swollen face with a look of heartache and said, "The child is still young. You should have a few words with him and ask him why he wants the money. Look at how he beat me. What should I do with my face?"
"Mrs. Qian, take a boiled egg, peel it, wrap it in a cloth and roll it over Qian Youcai's face."
The sudden sound made Old Mrs. Qian look in the direction, only to see Song Jiayu standing at the window. She subconsciously looked at her hands. She was not eating the melon seeds, so she felt relieved.
Wait, so if I don’t eat melon seeds, I won’t feel disgusted?
"Xiao Song! Why are you standing there?"
Facing Old Mrs. Qian's question and the gazes of Old Qian's family, Song Jiayu looked at them one by one. Aunt Zhou felt ashamed, Old Uncle Qian probably felt ashamed too, and Qian Youfu was very impatient, as well as Qian Youmei... It seemed that there was indeed something hidden in the looks in their eyes.
"I came to see if you found the person who stole the money, and I came to help you."
Even though Song Jiayu sounded sincere, Old Lady Qian just didn't believe it.
"Are you serious?"
"It's half and half. It's because you suspected me when you heard that it wasn't someone from outside the compound who stole the money this morning. I had to keep an eye on you to prevent you from being wrongly accused again for no reason."
At that time in the morning... Old Mrs. Qian was indeed feeling guilty, but the thief didn't steal Zhou Ying's money, but came specifically to steal hers. Doesn't this make people think of the noisy Xiao Song?
"I was wrong at that time, but my family has found the person who stole my money, so I don't need your help." Old Mrs. Qian said very firmly.
Didn’t he see the little grandson in his arms change from a look of confusion to anger at being wronged?
The reason why naughty kids are naughty is that they do things without thinking.
Pushing Grandma Qian away, Qian Youcai cried out, "I didn't steal the money! You are all wronging me!"
Seeing this, Song Jiayu smiled. Then she looked at Qian Youmei, who looked panicked, and asked, "How can you be sure that it was Qian Youcai who stole the money?"
Old Mrs. Qian said with an expression that said, "You don't know this at all," and said, "I only told my little grandson where I hid the money."
"But most people have to have a reason to steal money, such as losing money gambling, wanting to buy something, or needing money urgently. But has your family's Qian Youcai had any of these reasons recently?" Song Jiayu said.
This was the first time someone stood by the kid, believing he hadn't stolen any money. He was so moved that he burst into tears. "Thank you, Sister Song, for believing me. I didn't steal any money. Besides, Yan Dongdong has been giving me snacks lately. You don't care about me at all and just frame me. I might as well live with Sister Song."
Song Jiayu: ...
Song Jiayu: No need, really!
"Forget it, I don't have a baby that big."
Old Mrs. Qian was also confused at this moment, "If it's not Youcai, then who could it be?"
Zhou Ying seemed to have thought of something and quickly said, "Forget about it, Xiao Song. Go home and have lunch. We can handle it ourselves."
"It seems that Aunt Zhou has guessed who it is." Song Jiayu said, but her eyes fell on Qian Youmei. She was only fifteen years old, but her face was already extremely pale.
She also retreated temporarily, eating her meal at the doorstep while listening to the movements of Lao Qian's family.
"What! It's Youmei! Why are you so stupid as to steal grandma's money?" This should be the wife who depends on the money.
"It's not fair! It's not fair! Why are you hitting me? Now it's my sister who has done something wrong, and you all should say nice things one by one." I guess the naughty kid was rolling on the ground while saying this.
"Youmei is a girl and you are a boy, how can they be the same? Stop crying. If Youmei's reputation is ruined, how can she marry into a good family?" Aunt Zhou was still thinking about Youmei's money.
"Stop arguing, I heard grandma and Youcai talking about where to hide the money, and I stole it two nights ago. You all said it was for my own good.
My family has already arranged a job for my eldest brother, and we've been planning for wealth since we were young. Grandma's money is still being saved to buy a job for my younger brother when he grows up. But I've always wanted to get married, and marry a good man. I also want to have my own job, and I want to be like my mother.
As he spoke, all the grievances in his heart burst out.
Qian Youmei wants to work, but her grandmother at home only wants to save money for her grandson to buy a job since he is young, so she has nothing.
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