The carriage started moving slowly, and Song Ruier actually stepped on it with one foot.
At the same time, he held onto the frame with one hand and squeezed his whole body inside.
Qiao Lian'er kicked the figure.
With a scream, Song Ruier flew out of the carriage, crashed heavily to the ground, and rolled twice.
The coachman quickly cracked his whip twice to urge the carriage on even faster.
If he really intended to scheme against this family, extorting them as human traffickers, then as the coachman, he would not be able to escape responsibility.
As Song Ruier watched the carriage disappear into the distance, she cried out mournfully, "Mother, Mother, wait for me! Mother, don't leave me! I want my mother! I want my mother! Waaah!"
But the carriage showed no sign of stopping and disappeared around a corner ahead.
Song Ruier sneered, her sorrowful expression turning cold and harsh as she fiercely wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Qiao family, Qiao Lian'er, you just wait and see. When my father comes back, you'll all be in for a world of hurt."
Last night, he overheard Old Mrs. Song and the eldest and second eldest sons of the Song family discussing something in the house. It seemed that someone was coming back, in about a month, or at most three months. He didn't hear clearly, but he guessed it was his father, the third eldest son of the Song family.
Did Father really not die? If he did, then all these events can be connected, and his choice to stay with the Song family was the right one.
When the time comes, Dad will help him get back double what Qiao Yunni and Qiao Lian'er owe him.
Song Ruier sniffled, her breathing quickened, her fists clenched, and her eyes blazed with fury.
Once the carriage reached a smooth section of road, Qiao Yunni took out some needlework from her bag and began to do it.
It's not that they're afraid of shoes or anything, but rather that they've woven flowers out of yarn, making them incredibly lifelike.
The car window curtain was lifted, and looking out, the green mountains were covered in blooming flowers and trees, a riot of colors. The river, like a jade belt, meandered among the mountains. The yarn flowers in Qiao Yunni's hand complemented the scenery outside, and her increasingly beautiful face was peaceful and serene.
Qiao Lian'er stared blankly, thinking to herself, "This must be what a loving mother is like."
Her beautiful mother had a tragic fate, but from now on she could just enjoy lots of meat.
"Mom, who are you making this yarn flower for?"
Qiao Yunni glanced at her and said with a smile, "Who else could it be for? I'll make you a bouquet and put them all in a vase. It'll look beautiful."
"Auntie, I want one too! Auntie, I want a woolen eagle!" Qiao Xiaomeng was only thirteen years old, but he still had a childlike heart. He became interested in this thing immediately.
“Okay, I’ll make a woolen eagle for Xiao Meng too.” Qiao Yunni agreed, and then asked Dameng, “Dameng, do you want one?”
Da Meng was quite envious, but he still shook his head: "I'm not a child anymore. When I get married and have children, my aunt will embroider for my kids."
Then he'll secretly take it out and play with it, hehe.
Before he could finish speaking, Qiao Laosan slapped him on the head.
"Dad, why did you hit me?" Qiao Dameng rubbed his throbbing head, complaining.
"How old are you, and you're already talking about marriage?"
The Qiao family's grandsons have all grown up, and except for Xiao Meng, they are all of marriageable age.
But everyone tacitly avoided mentioning it, because the most urgent task for the family was to build the house.
We can't let someone else's daughter come to our house and suffer.
Qiao Dameng immediately understood: "Okay, okay, I won't say anything. It's good for me to have two more years of freedom."
The forty-mile journey wouldn't take too long; by the time we arrived in town, the sun had only just risen a little while earlier.
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