Just then, a servant came to report: "Master, Master Song and the young master have arrived."
Song Xinlan's father and younger brother have arrived?
Yuan Qing watched as the woman, who had just been looking mischievous, suddenly changed her expression and became a gentle, virtuous, and aggrieved young mistress.
Ata: "...Boss, your acting seems to have improved."
Qi An strode out of the backyard and saw a middle-aged man walking angrily inside, carefully surrounded by a group of servants.
His expression was angry, but his eyes were full of worry.
He was accompanied by a group of burly servants, clearly intending to cause trouble.
"Where is that old hag who bullied my daughter? Is she too ashamed to come out and see me?"
The servant replied cautiously, "The old lady is busy and is afraid she cannot see you."
After all, there are quite a few toilets in the house.
Upon hearing this, Song's father became even angrier and ordered his servants, "No time? Go and smash up that old hag's yard. Let's see if she has time to see me then."
Several servants responded and left; none of the servants in the Han household dared to stop them.
What a joke! These are the master's father and brother; how could they dare to be disrespectful?
Beside Song's father was a young boy dressed in a red robe, his fair and lovely face tightly clenched.
"Where's my older sister? Did that old hag bully her again? Did she hit her?"
The servants carefully smiled ingratiatingly, not daring to respond.
Yes, a fight did happen, but who hit whom? This young master, you seem to have it backwards.
Song Xingchen couldn't wait any longer and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Sister, sister, where are you? Father and I have come to see you."
“I’m here,” Qi An said with a smile.
Song Xingchen's eyes lit up, and she rushed over to hug Qi An's waist. The child's eyes immediately welled up with tears.
He and his father heard the rumors outside and realized what kind of life his sister had been living these past few years, so they quickly brought people over.
Mr. Song quickly stepped forward, first grabbing her arm and looking her over from head to toe. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there were no injuries.
He stroked Qi An's head and said in a trembling voice, "Lanlan has been wronged. Dad is here to take you home. We won't stay here anymore."
"Red Bean and Green Pearl, go pack up Miss's things and take them all with you."
The servants of the Han family looked at each other in bewilderment. What would they do now that their master was gone?
Are we going to go to the Song residence too?
Well, actually... it's not entirely impossible. The Song family mansion is quite luxurious!
Qi An held Song's father's hand and said softly, "Father, don't worry, I'm fine."
Mr. Song's eyes reddened even more, clearly disbelieving. This child had always been sensible and never caused him any trouble, always swallowing his grievances.
Qi An was at a loss, just as he was thinking about how to explain, when the servants who had been sent to smash up Han's mother's courtyard returned, completely bewildered.
"Master, it's just an empty courtyard. There's nothing to smash if you want to."
He cautiously inquired, "Does this mean demolishing the house?"
The servants of the Han family remained calm. Empty? That's right, empty.
They had to go and empty the yard themselves; they even pulled up all the flowers.
Mr. Song looked at his daughter with a blank expression: ...
What... what's going on?
In the backyard, Song's father looked at the old woman in the distance, who was crying and wolfing down a steamed bun, and the stacks of toilets next to her, and he was even more bewildered.
This is not what he expected.
He had expected to meet an arrogant and domineering old shrew and her pitiful daughter, who was being bullied and crying.
Why is it that the old woman who bullied his daughter is crying instead?
"Lanlan, what exactly happened?"
Qi An said in a serious tone, "Father must know about the rumors outside, right? But you only know one side of the story."
Qi An sighed, "My mother-in-law truly loves managing the household; she's devoted to it wholeheartedly. I never expected that a few of the old women who serve her would steal her away. Although she beat those women to death, she's still heartbroken."
"She felt that the reason she lost to those old women was because her figure and appearance were holding her back, so she made up her mind to undergo a glamorous transformation and have a third marriage, here..."
Qi An pointed and said, "The first step is to lose weight. Eat less and exercise more. He's pushing himself too hard. I can't stop him."
Mr. Song was shocked and couldn't understand. "Does he... love you that much?"
Qi An looked distressed: "Sigh, I was hurt too badly. I cry whenever I'm alone with someone."
Ata covered his face, indicating that he couldn't bear to look.
Yuan Qing's lips twitched; it seemed he still needed to further his studies.
Otherwise, sooner or later you'll fall behind your master's train of thought and be eliminated.
Qi An took the bewildered Song's father and younger brother back to his courtyard and fabricated a story.
"I was wronged before, but I was enlightened by the gods and my health improved. I will not suffer any more losses in the future, please rest assured, Father."
She finally assured them that she would return sooner or later, but the time was not yet right, and asked them to wait a little longer.
Mr. Song was skeptical, but seeing his daughter's healthy, rosy complexion and powerful aura, he chose to acquiesce.
He knew his daughter was definitely hiding something from him, but if she didn't want to talk about it, he wouldn't ask.
All he needed to know was that Lanlan would no longer suffer.
Song's father left with Song Xingchen, who was reluctant to part with him, leaving behind the words: "Tell Dad if you have anything to say, and come home if you're unhappy. Dad will always be here for you."
Song Xingchen said eagerly, "Sister, come back soon! I've saved up a lot of money, and I'm going to buy you pretty dresses and jewelry."
"Yes, I will go back," Qi An promised earnestly.
Song's father left all the servants he brought with him at the Han family's residence. Qi An chuckled, saying he was relieved, but he was still worried inside.
Ata sighed, "No wonder Song Xinlan hated him so much; her father and brother were such good friends."
Qi An nodded: "Even if that scumbag divorced Song Xinlan, she could still live a good life with such a family. But he just can't keep his greedy ways."
That scumbag deserves to die even more.
After Song's father left, news spread quickly that Han's mother was heartbroken by this deeply painful relationship and even wanted to lose weight, which made Han's mother even more furious.
"Wow... I never expected this. I thought it was a sugar daddy arrangement, but it turns out to be true love."
"The Song family's daughter is so kind. That old woman treated her so well, yet she still remembers to be filial to her. Recently, the servants of the Han family have been going out to shop every day, buying only the best and most expensive things, including food, drink, and clothing."
"Sigh, their Han family must have had some incredible luck to marry such a good daughter-in-law. They don't even cherish her. They'll be struck by lightning sooner or later."
"That's right, that's right."
...
Han's mother was completely unaware of the outside discussions.
Qi An assigned someone to keep an eye on her. If she dared to slack off, she would be whipped; if she dared to complain, she would be made to kneel on gravel; if she dared to run away, her legs would be broken.
She went to bed late and got up early every day, ate spoiled food, slept in the woodshed, and had to do dirty and tiring work non-stop. If she didn't finish her work, she wouldn't even have any spoiled food to eat.
Even though she had a good constitution due to her rural upbringing, she couldn't withstand it and lost a lot of weight in less than ten days, with her skin becoming loose and sagging.
Her originally gray hair had turned completely white, and she looked like she was in her sixties or seventies, completely contrary to what Qi An had said about her glamorous transformation after losing weight.
It turns out that some people look worse when they're thin, while at least they look more prosperous when they're fat.
Ata made a bet with Qi An: "I think that with the old woman in her current state, no matter how much money she offers, the housekeeper won't be able to bring herself to take it. Shall we bet?"
Qi An: "Get lost." You idiot, at least you called the butler.
That day, Qi An, as usual, set out a large table of delicious food, eating with gusto, while Han's mother knelt on the ground to wipe the floor.
The aroma wafted into Han's mother's nose. She swallowed hard, cursing Song Xinlan in her heart, and hoping her son would come back soon.
My son, if you don't come back soon, you'll never see your old mother again.
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