What could he be doing here? He's just worried that Su Jiaojiao will send money back to her. The more he used to like Su Jiaojiao, the more he now loathes her.
He and Su Guoqiang were starving to death, but she didn't say a word of concern, and all she cared about was Su Guoqiang's meager salary.
She never considered how they would survive without money; all her letters were for money. How could he not have known she was so selfish?
"Didn't you get paid today? I wanted to ask if you've paid back the money you borrowed before?"
Su Guoqiang's eyes flickered. He only returned the factory manager's money; he planned to return the others' money next month.
Otherwise, there wouldn't be any money for Jiaojiao.
Jiaojiao was already having a hard time as an educated youth sent to the countryside, but Su Li, that troublesome girl, was always dragging her down.
If he, as her father, doesn't help her, how will she survive?
Su Mu knew what was going on as soon as she saw his appearance, and she was filled with hatred. "Su Guoqiang, you've already made me crippled, do you want me to starve to death?"
Su Guoqiang glanced at Su Mu's feet and said guiltily, "I'm your father, don't call me that without any respect."
"Dad? Heh... You're not worthy. Hand over the money, I'll keep it safe."
It was the time to leave work, and someone heard the commotion and looked at the two of them. Su Guoqiang was embarrassed by his son's rebuke.
He said angrily, "You dare to be arrogant with me again? Why should I give you my money?"
Su Mu's eyes were filled with hatred; "Su Guoqiang, I'm telling you this, if you dare to send this money to Su Jiaojiao, I dare to report you for having an affair with Su Jiaojiao's mother. Su Jiaojiao must be your illegitimate daughter. Otherwise, why would you ignore your own children and rush to give her money?"
Su Guoqiang glanced at the onlookers, rushed to Su Mu's side, and slapped him across the face. "What nonsense are you talking about? I have no relation to Su Jiaojiao's mother. If you dare to spout any more nonsense, I'll break your legs."
“Su Guoqiang, I told you, you have to give me your salary. Otherwise, even if you beat me to death, I will still go to the Red Armband people to report you.”
Su Guoqiang was furious with his son. He and Su Jiaojiao's mother had only been together briefly. At the time, his family was too poor, and Su Jiaojiao's maternal grandmother did not approve of their relationship, so the two separated.
Su Jiaojiao is not his daughter at all; it's just that every time he sees her, it reminds him of his past with her mother.
If he had insisted a little more back then, perhaps she wouldn't have died so young. This is his lifelong pain, so whenever Su Jiaojiao makes a request, he simply can't bear to refuse.
“Su Mu, let’s talk about this at home. I have absolutely no relationship with Su Jiaojiao’s mother, and she’s no longer alive. Don’t make a scene here, or you’ll ruin her reputation.”
Su Mu was determined to get Su Guoqiang's salary no matter what.
Otherwise, he could already imagine that he would have to endure that torturous life of not having enough to eat again.
But why? He's clearly Su Guoqiang's biological son.
"I'll say it again, give me my wages, or I won't hesitate to tell your factory manager all these years how you've exploited your own daughter to pave the way for your adopted daughter. I just don't believe that someone as morally corrupt as you, who would even sacrifice his own daughter, would be unwanted by the factory."
"Su Mu! Do you even know what you're saying?"
Su Mu coldly replied, "I know! If I'm not having a good day, none of you will be either. You think I'm Su Li, someone you've exploited all these years? Let me tell you, that's impossible. Unless I'm dead, you dare send her a single penny and see what happens."
Many of the employees at the factory gate are Su Guoqiang's neighbors and are generally aware of his situation.
Hearing Su Mu's accusations, the group didn't rush back, but listened to the father and son arguing.
"Let's go back first, I'll give you your salary when we get back."
He couldn't bear the embarrassment, so he thought he'd try to persuade Su Mu to come back first.
No matter what, he had to send Jiaojiao some money.
"I told you, if we don't get this money, none of us are going home."
Aunt Wang's husband couldn't stand it anymore and stepped forward to pat Su Guoqiang on the shoulder, saying, "Qiangzi, Xiao Mu is right. You've sent money to your adopted daughter a few times before, haven't you? Don't send any more this time when you get your salary. Focus on getting by with your son first. If you have spare money, take Xiao Mu's leg to get it checked out. Maybe it can be cured. You can think about your adopted daughter again when you get your next salary."
Su Guoqiang felt that he was being a bit nosy, but with so many people watching, he didn't say anything.
Thinking that continuing the stalemate with Su Mu wouldn't work, and with the cold weather and his thin clothes, he was now so cold that his hands and feet were almost numb.
He took out thirty yuan from his pocket and handed it to Su Mu, saying, "Here you go, now you can go home."
Su Mu took the thirty yuan and held out his hand to Su Guoqiang again, saying, "And you have more than that."
"I used the rest of the money to pay them back."
"Who did you return it to? Tell me the name so I can check."
"You brat, mind your own business."
Su Mu patted her hands, which were red from the cold, and, too lazy to argue with him, went straight to the point: "Twenty yuan short."
Seeing that Su Mu wouldn't give up until he got the money, Su Guoqiang finally compromised.
That brat, judging by his attitude, if we don't give him the money, he's capable of anything.
Jiaojiao will have to find another way.
Su Mu took the fifty yuan and ignored the man in front of her.
He leaned on his cane and walked slowly and laboriously toward his home.
Perhaps it was because I had been standing in the cold wind for too long, but every step I took was excruciatingly painful.
Seeing that his son was unwilling to talk to him, Su Guoqiang strode away without noticing how difficult it was for his son to walk.
Su Mu couldn't help but think that if Su Li were here, she would definitely not let him suffer like this, and she would definitely have noticed that something was wrong with him.
He really missed her.
That night, Su Mu was deeply trapped in a nightmare.
Seeing her tiny self, who had lost her mother at birth, being held in the arms of little Su Li.
Worried that he would go hungry, he knelt down and begged Su Guoqiang to buy him malted milk powder.
I did buy malted milk powder, but most of it ended up in Su Jiaojiao's stomach.
Seeing that Su Jiaojiao was about to finish the whole jar, Su Li couldn't stand it anymore; "Jiaojiao, this is for your little brother, can you please stop sneaking a sip?"
Little Su Jiaojiao said with a proud look, "Daddy said I can drink as much as I want, it's none of your business. I'm going to drink it all, hehehe, let's see what you can do to me then?"
Su Li was so angry that she cried. "Jiaojiao, your little brother can't eat anything else. He'll cry if he doesn't drink malted milk powder."
"Hahaha, let him cry. I love hearing him cry. Let him cry more."
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