Song Yan reached out and pushed Song Jue aside, saying, "A good dog doesn't block the way."
"Stop right there. You just want to separate the family, right? I agree." Old Mrs. Song had no other choice but to temporarily agree to Song Yan's request.
Song Yan turned to look at her; her eyes darted around, clearly plotting something. "Are you thinking of temporarily agreeing to separate the family, just to appease me until they get out of the police station, so you can go and torment my parents again?"
The old woman's expression betrayed her; that's exactly what she thought.
"My dad's already received his house. Do you think it's up to you whether we separate the family property or not? It's just a matter of household registration and grain ration certificates, right? I can get it done by going to the factory or the police station. But I can destroy your precious Song Huaren and Song Cheng!" Song Yan had waited all these days, firstly because he didn't have a house, and secondly because he hadn't made a big enough scene. Now that he has everything, who wouldn't say that Song Huaren and his wife are pitiful?
Grandma Song knelt down in front of Song Yan with a thud. "Please, please, let your third uncle go? Let your eldest brother go, please?"
Song Yan took a step back, trying to avoid getting her snot on her. Just moments ago, Chu Shaowei had knelt with far more sincerity than she had. Had Song Yan forgiven him?
"You think I'm afraid of you kneeling, that I can't stand you kneeling? You're disgusting." Song Yan raised his hand and pushed the old lady down. Song Yan stepped on her neck. "Let me tell you, just pretend Song Yan is dead. I'm not afraid of you kneeling."
Mr. and Mrs. Song simply couldn't stand Mrs. Song's disgusting nature. If she were to kneel down like that in public, not only Mr. and Mrs. Song, but also other people who saw it would say, "After all, she's old..." and many things would be forgiven.
Song Huaqing and the others looked like they'd seen a ghost. Song Jue tried to run away, but Song Yan grabbed him and pulled him back. "Do you believe I can break your legs?"
Because of pulling Song Jue, Song Yan's foot lifted up. The old lady got up and moved backward. Just now, her neck had been stepped on, and it felt like she was about to suffocate; the suffocating feeling sent chills down her spine.
When Song Yan looked at her again, she was so frightened that she waved her hands repeatedly. "I won't do it again, I won't do it again."
Neither He Xiaofen nor Song Cheng's wife dared to utter a sound. Song Yan's expression was very similar to her mother's when she went mad; if there were blood on her face, they would look exactly the same.
Song Yan looks like Song Ma, so of course they look alike when they're angry.
Song Huaqing swallowed hard, terrified. The second son's whole family were lunatics.
They were just as Song Yan had told her father: the weak fear the strong, and the strong fear the reckless.
"Since we're splitting up, let's start by calculating the money." Song Yan took out a pen and paper from his bag.
Song Huaqing felt even more frightened; this was something they had been prepared for all along.
“You’ve been living off my parents’ salaries for 16 years, haven’t you? Actually, my mom’s salary alone isn’t enough for the three of us. You know how you’ve mistreated us. My dad’s salary was 24 yuan a month for the first six years, 26 yuan a month for the next six years, and 28 yuan a month for the last four years.”
Song Yan was calculating on the paper: 24*12*6+26*12*6+28*12*4.
"A total of 4944 yuan. Now that the family has separated, return the money to me."
"Why don't you just rob it?" He Xiaofen exclaimed excitedly.
Grandma Song's lips trembled.
Song Yan: "Without this money, your son wouldn't be able to get out. It felt good and satisfying to spend the money, didn't it? Now it's time to pay it back, and I haven't even collected the interest yet."
Song Yan patted Old Mrs. Song's face with considerable force, "Actually, I don't really care whether I get the money or not. I'll wait for the results tomorrow morning. If there's money, I'll ask my mom not to pursue the matter and let them go. If there's no money, I'll go to jail."
Song Yan looked particularly roguish and ruthless at that moment.
Song Yan walked out the door, then came back. "If you're thinking of going to my parents tonight and forcing them to do something..."
So many people wanted this apartment, but I ended up getting it. Do you think I have any way to deal with you all?
I told my mom to take a rope to the factory and hang herself, saying that you forced her to do it.
I'm going to jump off a building. Do you think the people in the Double Support Office will care?
I forgot to mention that the house was allocated to my mother and is registered in her name.
If you push my mom too far, she might file for divorce.
What do you think my dad will do? Even the most filial son and the most honest younger brother won't let you off the hook.
In the past, it was always the old lady who acted shamelessly; now it's Song Yan who's acting shamelessly, leaving them with no one to act shamelessly with.
Song Yan went to the side room to light the stove. The room was freezing cold, and he couldn't sleep without a fire!
Song Yan thought it was less than an hour before Song Jue came to call her to the main room.
All three women were crying.
He Xiaofen: "Your grandma has a savings account with 600 yuan, I have 422 yuan, and your sister-in-law has 231 yuan."
"I don't want the passbook. I want the money withdrawn tomorrow, in cash. It's 1253 yuan in total. You still owe me 3691." Song Yan put the cash away.
“Where would we get that much money? Besides, most of your parents’ money was spent by your third child.” He Xiaofen cried.
Song Cheng's wife: "Xiao Yan, Song Cheng is still your brother. When you get married, you need a brother from your own family to support you, right? After all, we're family..."
"Stop! Putting aside how much you've profited from before, your interest in the building is disgusting enough." Song Yan wasn't going to tolerate it.
Song Yan continued, "He Xiaofen, there's no such thing as spending too much or too little. If you want a son, then contribute the money; if you don't want a son, then you don't need to."
The old lady, He Xiaofen, and Song Cheng's wife all knelt down with a thud. This was something they had planned beforehand; they figured Song Yan couldn't possibly withstand this much, right? Forcing him wouldn't work, so they came up with this idea.
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