Song Yan understood what Old Mrs. Song meant; she wanted everyone to criticize Song's father.
If Song's father can't hold on...
"Have rumors already started circulating?" Song Yan asked.
Wen Dajun answered honestly, "Yes!"
Some people have already said that she is, after all, his mother, and he can't just ignore her!
It's not enough to just pay alimony!
Since I miss him, why don't I bring him home for a few days?
His home isn't far away, and besides, Song Lao Er's family lives in an apartment building. Wouldn't it be nice to let the old lady come and enjoy herself?
Song Yan: "The pressure of public opinion should never be underestimated."
My granddaughter has come all this way back, so she should go and see her grandma. Otherwise, people will criticize my parents for not knowing how to raise their children!
Prepare some pastries for me tomorrow; I'm going to visit her.
Wen Dajun felt that Song Yan's words were chilling.
"Your plan to buy a house remains unchanged; continue looking for one."
"Transfer Jiang Xiaoxiao's house to your name and give her the property certificate," Song Yan said.
Giving the property certificate to Jiang Xiaoxiao was to put her at ease.
The key is that Wen Dajun is reliable.
"I've already looked at a few houses beforehand, and I think they're all pretty good."
"When you have time, I'll take you to see it!" Wen Dajun said respectfully.
Song Yan was becoming increasingly satisfied with Wen Dajun.
Song Yan told him to first find temporary accommodation, and then look for real estate.
Wen Dajun not only did these two things, but he also found out everything about related matters that Song Yan hadn't instructed him to do, such as those concerning Jiang Xiaoxiao and Old Madam Song.
The next day, Wen Dajun bought two bags of pastries and two bags of white sugar.
The pastries are packaged in paper, and they look quite nice.
Wen Dajun put down the pastries, opened the box, and took out a few pieces. "Yueyue, share the cake with your younger brothers."
After taking out a few pieces of pastry, Wen Dajun rearranged the pastries and wrapped them back in their original packaging.
The packaging looks the same size as before, but several pieces are actually missing.
Actually, a pack doesn't cost that much!
I poured out some white sugar and fluffed it up with chopsticks.
Song Yan nodded in agreement; this was a good idea.
Regardless of whether the machine factory pays wages or not, everyone goes to work on time.
Song Yan was on his way to work, and the road to the machinery factory was bustling with people. He walked into Old Master Song's house, carrying his things.
Presumably, Old Mrs. Song and Song's eldest son's wife already knew that Song Yan had returned, so they were not surprised when they saw him.
There was no one else in the house.
Song Yan: "The old lady is doing quite well, huh? I came to see you!"
Old Mrs. Song's hair was now completely white, and her hands, thin as chicken claws, gripped her clothes tightly. "You little brat, you're still alive, of course I wouldn't dare die!"
“Oh dear, this old lady is so old, yet she still speaks so rudely. Aunt, you haven’t kept her in line!” Song Yan said.
Aunt He Xiaofen actually hated Song Yan to death, but she didn't dare to say anything.
Song Yan, she's someone she couldn't afford to mess with before.
Especially now, she has heard that Song Yan's father-in-law is a military commander and his godfather has bodyguards and a car.
"I... I still have to go to work. You can talk things out slowly!" He Xiaofen quickly made an excuse to leave. Her factory wasn't doing well either, so she had more days off than before, and today was her day off.
He Xiaofen left, leaving only Song Yan and Old Mrs. Song in the room.
Old Mrs. Song pursed her lips, her eyes fixed on Song Yan with hatred. If her eyes were knives, they would have already shot out and stabbed Song Yan.
"Grandma, do you hate me? Just say it, there's no need to hold it in!" Song Yan said casually.
"No matter how capable you are, it's useless. Your father will always be my son!" said Mrs. Song.
"I know! That's why you go to the door every day and make everyone pity you!"
Everyone's saying that Song Lao Er (Song the Second) should at least remember your kindness in raising him!
"Let everyone say that Liu Damei shouldn't be so ruthless, and that we should treat her better, right?" Song Yan asked.
Grandma Song never expected that Song Yan would just point out his parents' names like that.
"You're a beast! Why doesn't God strike you dead with lightning?" Old Mrs. Song gritted her teeth.
"How do you know that God didn't strike Song Yan dead with lightning?" Song Yan slowly approached the old lady.
"Song Yan is really dead!"
She wouldn't have gone to the countryside if you hadn't forced her. She went to the countryside, and that's why she died!
"I came after she died!" Song Yan pointed to himself.
Grandma Song stared in disbelief.
"You don't believe what I'm saying?"
Do you remember how Song Yan was so scared of your scolding since she was little that she never dared to say a word?
You let Song Lao Er beat Liu Da Mei, and she was so scared that she could only cry on the side!
If you tell her to go east, she won't dare go west.
If you don't let her eat her fill, she'll go hungry.
Would she be as bold as I am?
Will they, like me, take away what Song Lao Er and Liu Da Mei taught you and escape your grasp?
"So Song Yan died long ago!" Song Yan's low voice sent chills down Old Mrs. Song's spine.
"Then who are you?" Old Mrs. Song's voice trembled.
"I am a wandering, homeless ghost with nowhere to go!"
Song Yan is dead, so I've been resurrected in her body!
I promised Song Yan that I would take good care of her parents!
Anyone who makes her parents unhappy, I'll make sure they suffer too!
"An old lady like you, I could crush you with a flick of my wrist!" Song Yan looked at the old lady with icy eyes.
The old lady recalled every change that had occurred since Song Yan returned from his rural assignment.
Especially since Song Yan once trampled her underfoot, leaving her breathless.
Also, she's very eloquent now.
Turns out he's a real taciturn guy!
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