Song Fu still had crumbs from the pastries on his lips, and his shifty eyes darted around.
"Xiaomei, don't cry, it's okay, just consider it as feeding the dog."
"Who are you calling a dog?" Chen couldn't take it anymore and shouted loudly.
Song Ning stood up and said with a smile, "Hey, Third Aunt, I wasn't talking about you, why are you in such a hurry?"
Chen choked and glared at Song Ning.
Xiaomei rubbed her eyes and cried, "Cousin, he stole my things."
Xiaomei and Zhaodi couldn't bear to finish the bag of pastries she bought right away, so they saved a few pieces.
Fortunately, there weren't many pastries left.
Madam Chen snorted coldly: "At such a young age, you've already learned to lie. No wonder you were kicked out of the Zhu family. You deserve it! This thing belongs to my son. You say my son stole your things? Where's the evidence?"
Chen was indeed more intelligent than Zhang; she actually started presenting evidence.
Song Ning smiled and said, "These pastries aren't cheap. A pack must cost at least a hundred coins. Third Aunt is really generous. It seems my Third Uncle has made a lot of money recently. Where is he working? If he's making money, I'll have my dad try it out too."
Song Sanhai has indeed been working away from home recently, returning once a month, and I heard he's earning quite a bit.
However, Chen dared not make this public, fearing that Li Guixiang would find out and demand money from her.
“We don’t have that kind of money. These were gifts from others. If you’re so capable, why don’t you get them to be given to you too?” Chen said, her head held high, looking proud.
"So it was given to you by someone else? But these days, who would be willing to give away such exquisite pastries except their own father?" Song Ning said with a smile.
Chen's shout just now had already attracted the attention of the women who were chatting and enjoying the cool air nearby.
"Wasn't Song Sanhai supposed to be away from home recently? Why did he buy things for his son?"
"Tsk, didn't you understand? It was a gift from his own father, but it didn't say that Song Sanhai was his father!"
Everyone immediately understood. They had just heard that a bag of pastries cost over a hundred coins. If it wasn't his own father, what fool would spend so much money to buy this for his child?
Madam Chen's face darkened, and she gritted her teeth: "Song Erya, what nonsense are you talking about? This is what Sanhai brought back last time!"
"Third Aunt, if I'm not mistaken, the date is written on the wrapping paper. It's yesterday, isn't it? My third uncle came back yesterday? That's strange. Song Fu said yesterday that his father just left the day before yesterday."
What a joke! He stole her things and then acted as if they were his own. Does he really think he can be invincible just by being shameless?
Song Ning's face darkened: "Song Fu, I'll ask you one more time, was this given to you by someone else, or did you steal it?"
If we admit that someone else gave it to us, it would be tantamount to admitting that Chen cheated on her husband and gave birth to Song Fu, an illegitimate child. If it was stolen, then it should be returned to her.
Song Fu was actually only three years younger than Song Ning, and in the Song family, besides Song Rui, he was the most favored.
Ever since Song Rui threatened to sever ties with the Song family, Song Fu has become the hope of the entire Song family.
Chen finally held her head high in front of Zhang. When Song Rui was alive, the whole family treated Zhang well, after all, she had raised a promising son.
But now, Chen has turned her life around. From now on, her son will be the only heir of the Song family. After Li Guixiang dies, everything in the Song family will belong to her son.
Let alone a snack, it would be perfectly reasonable for her son to have everything in Song Dahai and Song Xiu'e's house.
It's because she gave birth to a son.
Song Fu had reached an age where he could understand things, and he stammered, unable to speak.
Xiaomei suddenly shouted, "He's the one who stole me! He even said he's my son and I'm his daughter, that I'm a worthless piece of trash!" After saying that, she continued to cry loudly.
Song Ning stepped forward with a cold face. Song Fu was afraid that Song Ning would snatch his snacks, so he took them out of the paper package and was about to stuff them into his mouth.
Song Ning stepped forward and slapped the pastry out of his hand with a "smack".
The fragrant and soft pastries fell to the ground and were immediately covered with a layer of dirt.
Song Fu immediately threw himself into Chen's arms and burst into tears.
"Since it was stolen, I'd rather throw it away than give it to you," Song Ning said coldly.
"You, you!"
Chen thought that she was a hero because she had given birth to a son, and that everyone in the Song family had to flatter her.
They've started putting on airs right in front of her.
Chen hugged her son tightly, glared at him, and gritted her teeth, saying, "Song Erya, he's your brother, and he's still a child!"
“He’s nine years old this year. When I was nine, my third aunt would snatch food from my hands!” After saying that, Song Fu stepped on the pastry that had fallen to the ground and cried even harder.
Fearing that Song Ning might say something outrageous again, and seeing that more and more people were gathering around, Chen grabbed Song Fu and ran away quickly.
Song Ning went inside and wiped Xiao Mei's face. She then called Zhao Di over and said, "Listen up, you two. If anyone bullies you in the future, bully them back. If you can't beat them, come back to your cousin, and your cousin will stand up for you."
Xiao Mei tugged at Song Ning's clothes and nodded. Song Ning cut some fruit for the two sisters and then forgot about what had just happened.
Before long, Song Dahai and Zhu Shun came down from the mountain. They wanted to repair the house, and there was no other way but to cut some wood from the mountain. All the men in the village knew carpentry, so this was no problem for the two of them.
What Song Ning didn't expect was that while Song Dahai and Zhu Shun were busy building the house, Song Dalin and Wang Lanzhi actually came.
"Brother Dahai, I heard you were building a house, so I thought I'd come and help," Song Dalin said with a smile.
“The two of us can handle this.” Song Dahai refused.
"It's alright, I'm free anyway. Brother Dahai helped build our house before, so it's only right that I come and help."
The house that Song Dalin lives in now was built with the help of Song Dahai. At that time, Song Dahai didn't ask for anything and never even ate a meal at his house.
Feeling guilty, Song Dalin heard that Song Dahai's family was going to repair their house, and Wang Lanzhi even urged him to come over, so he did.
Wang Lanzhi, who was standing next to him, didn't think so. Song Dalin was coming to work, and he definitely needed to be paid. He couldn't work for free.
She had heard that the eldest branch of the Song family had made a lot of money recently, and given the relationship between Song Dalin and Song Dahai, she could earn at least several dozen coins for helping to repair the house for a day.
Wang Lanzhi was making plans in her mind, but Song Dahai still wouldn't budge: "It's just a small wooden house, it won't be much trouble, the two of us are enough."
"Brother Dahai, I just want to help. Don't worry, I don't want anything."
No sooner had he finished speaking than Wang Lanzhi, who was standing next to him, tugged at him and glared at him sideways.
"It's really no trouble for you." After what happened before, Song Dahai didn't dare to use Song Dalin.
Seeing that Song Dahai was unmoved by her words, Wang Lanzhi changed the subject: "Brother Dahai, is Er Ya here?"
Before Song Dahai could speak, Song Ning came out of the room and asked casually, "What do you want?"
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