Chapter 254 Is She Really Song Xiangwu?
Before they walked in, they heard a woman's voice talking from inside.
Song Xiangwu was rummaging around in the house. "Take out all the clothes. They're all made of very good materials. There's also a rattle made of horsehide. I don't know where Jiang Beiwang got this old item from. I heard the things painted on it are quite valuable."
Jiang Lian replied to her: "Take away all the valuables. Jiang Wanwan will definitely occupy them when she comes back, and Jiang Lin will get nothing."
Hearing their shameless talk, Jiang Wanwan took a deep breath.
"What does my father's stuff have to do with Jiang Lin!"
Jiang Wanwan's voice came out unexpectedly, and Song Xiangwu and Jiang Lian, who were getting something in the house, shivered at the same time.
They had just returned from Cheng Shiguan for two days. After resting for a few days at Cheng Shiguan's house, they took advantage of the good weather and little wind to come to Jiang's house to look for some valuable things.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Wanwan came before I could take my things away.
Jiang Lian stuffed the Yuan Datou banknote in the drawer into her pocket and took it out calmly: "You're back too."
Song Xiangwu came out afterwards, holding a small bag in her hand. The bag was bulging, and it was unknown how many good things were put in it.
She was about to go out with her things, but was stopped by Jiang Wanwan halfway: "Put your things down."
How could Song Xiangwu leave her things behind? "Why? I also have a share in this family. I am taking my own things. What right do you have to control me?"
Before Jiang Beiwang's body was cold, Song Xiangwu gave birth to a son for Jiang Nancheng, but Su Pingshan looked down on her.
He signaled Jiang Wanwan not to be anxious, and stepped forward and said, "Of course she is qualified."
"Uncle Beiwang wrote a will before he passed away. The Jiang family's real estate and assets were divided equally between Jiang Juan and Wanwan. You didn't have a penny when you married in, and you didn't work. The family's property has nothing to do with you."
During the period before Jiang Beiwang passed away, Song Xiangwu was too lazy to go to the hospital.
I didn't even know there was such a thing as inheritance.
Song Xiangwu didn't expect Jiang Beiwang to be so ruthless: "How dare he!"
Jiang Jun snatched the things from her hand: "I know everything about the things in the house. I advise you to put them down, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
Her children disliked her, and Song Xiangwu lost all her dignity.
Jiang Lian came up from behind, took out the Yuan Datou in her pocket and threw it on the ground, then took the package from Song Xiangwu's hand and threw it on the ground: "Mom, let's go. Some people are born cold-blooded and don't recognize blood ties. You still have me. I will take care of you in your old age."
Song Xiangwu looked at Jiang Jun disappointedly: "Look at Jiang Lian, then look at you, complaining every day about how I treat her well."
"The premise of hoping that others will treat you well is that you have also made sacrifices. You are so heartless and ruthless, so stop blaming me for being heartless and ungrateful."
Jiang Wanwan saw her paranoid look and knew that she had gone completely crazy.
"You have so many philosophical ideas. Read them to your new son. Stop stealing and hand over the keys to the house. The house has nothing to do with you."
Song Xiangwu originally had a key, but this time, she not only failed to get the things, but also lost the key.
She imitated Jiang Lian and threw the keys on the ground.
Just as he was about to go out with Jiang Lian, Shen Xingjiang said coldly, “Pick up the things.”
Jiang Lian didn't take him seriously. This was Beijing, not Inner Mongolia. "Mom, let's go."
Shen Xingjiang picked up the stick that was blocking the door from the ground: “If you don’t want your hands, just walk out like this, I can also talk to Cheng Du and let him deal with your behavior.”
Jiang Lian almost broke her teeth, what a bully.
She was pregnant and didn’t want to bend over: “I can’t bend over.”
This meant that Song Xiangwu had to pick it up, so she had no choice but to pick it up and hand it to Jiang Wanwan.
Jiang Wanwan took the thing and brushed off the dust on it.
After they left, she packed all the things hidden in her house that had not been turned out into her bag and said, "Brother Pingshan, I'll keep these things at your house for now."
Su Pingshan didn't understand: "They don't dare to take these things."
Jiang Wanwan's eyes flashed with deep meaning: "I know Jiang Lian, she is not the type to suffer a loss. She didn't make a fuss just now, probably because she wants to report us for any valuable capital items in our home and have them punish us severely. Please find a place to store them for me."
Su Pingshan didn't expect this: "Okay, it's getting late so I'll go back first. I've put coal in your room, you can light a fire for a while before you rest."
Jiang Wanwan nodded: "Thank you, Brother Pingshan."
Su Pingshan took the things and left, Shen Xingjiang closed the door and locked it.
After not getting enough rest on the train, Jiang Wanwan couldn't help but feel exhausted when she got home: "It's getting late, Jiang Jun, take Qin Botang to your room, and you go to dad's room and rest first. I guess Jiang Lian will bring someone over at night."
Jiang Jun was also tired, so he asked Qin Botang to rest.
Jiang Wanwan led Shen Xingjiang back to her room. Her room was not big, about 20 square meters, with a small bed with a plain curtain, a table in front of the window, and a wardrobe next to it.
There was a calendar of the year I was sent down to the countryside hanging on the wall, a copy of "Song of Youth" and a family photo on the table.
Shen Xingjiang put his things down and picked up the family photo on the table.
The family portrait was taken when Jiang Jun was just one month old. It was taken under the magnolia tree in the yard. Jiang Wanwan was sitting on Jiang Beiwang's lap, with her chubby little face, her head tilted mischievously and her eyes curved into crescent shapes.
Jiang Beiwang looked pretty much the same as Shen Xingjiang remembered.
He was wearing a Zhongshan suit, with his hair parted in the middle, and he was gentle and elegant. He was in his twenties at that time, with a son and a daughter, and his proud look could not be hidden on his young and handsome face.
Song Xiangwu was sitting next to them holding Jiang Jun. She was wearing a white cloth shirt and had a bright and happy smile on her face.
Jiang Wanwan shook the feather duster and dusted the bed.
"What are you looking at?"
He held it and looked at it for a while and then threw it away.
“Are there any flowers in it?”
Shen Xingjiang did look for a long time, and he was not looking at Jiang Beiwang or Jiang Wanwan, but Song Xiangwu.
In the photo, Song Xiangwu has tender eyes and dignified manners. Her face is full of sweetness as she is hugged by Jiang Beiwang. While she is hugging Jiang Jun, her hands subconsciously stop Jiang Wanwan's feet, fearing that she will fall.
Every gesture exudes the radiance of motherhood.
Jiang Wanwan had almost finished cleaning the bed and opened the window to ventilate.
The wind blew in, and the smell of dust in the room was instantly blown away.
Jiang Wanwan walked to Shen Xingjiang and leaned over to look at the photo in his hand, thinking of how Song Xiangwu treated her just now, Jiang Wanwan didn't want to see her photo.
"What's so good about it?"
"I'll cut off Song Xiangwu's face later."
Shen Xingjiang was silent for a moment, then held the photo farther away and motioned for Jiang Wanwan to look over: “Wanwan, look carefully, is the woman in the photo really the person who just came over?”
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