Song Jiao's cold words were like ice freezing Shao Xuemei's throat, freezing the words she was about to say.
The persuading voices from the people around her came one after another, like a tide that completely drowned Shao Xuemei's resistance. She had no choice but to embark on the path she didn't want to take.
When Shao Xuemei left, the vicious glance she gave her seemed to pierce through Song Jiao's soul.
Song Jiao showed no sign of weakness. She slapped him hard in the face with her backhand, her eyes as sharp as a knife: "Remember this, I'm your mother! Don't stare at me like you're looking at an enemy!"
Shao Xuemei gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with resentment and anger, but she could only turn around and take her younger brother and sister, step by step into the threshold of the school.
Song Jiao looked at their backs, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth, but she felt relieved in her heart.
In the 1980s, opportunities were everywhere. She threw all the past that bound her into the system space, and then embarked on a journey to the coastal city.
There, she seemed to be like a duck in water, and there was nothing she couldn't do.
As for the children's tuition and living expenses, she has her own plans.
She would send a certain proportion of the money regularly to the village chief, who would then pass it on to the children.
We ensure that they will not starve to death, but we will also never let them live too comfortably.
After all, they are all ungrateful people.
A few years passed in a flash, and Song Jiao's business was booming.
She was very successful in beauty care and fashion design, industries that seemed avant-garde and profitable at the time.
Especially those wealthy ladies, they were simply obsessed with the fashion designs and maintenance services she provided, and they donated money generously.
And Shao Zhiqiang has also graduated from university.
He refused to ask Song Jiao for a penny and completed his studies entirely through his own efforts.
He had a girlfriend in college, and now that he has returned from studying, he naturally wants to bring her home to get married.
When Song Jiao heard the news, she drove directly back to her hometown.
She was wearing fashionable clothes and had exquisite makeup, and looked more than a generation younger than her fellow villagers.
As soon as she stepped into the familiar yet unfamiliar door of her home, what caught her eye was Shao Zhiqiang rummaging through drawers and cabinets like a headless fly, as if looking for some life-saving straw.
At the door, there was a girl standing. Her eyes were as if she was a princess high above, looking down upon the beggars in the slums, full of contempt and disdain.
However, when the girl's eyes fell on Song Jiao's shiny Santana, her eyes instantly lit up with greed, like a hungry wolf seeing fat meat.
She thought, for the sake of the car and the 1,000 yuan betrothal gift, she would just do it reluctantly.
"Zhang Cuihua, I, Shao Zhiqiang, am getting married today. If you know what's good for you, just give me your household registration book!" Shao Zhiqiang's voice was full of disdain and indifference towards Zhang Cuihua, his "mother".
But when his eyes swept over the luxury car outside the door and Song Jiao's fashionable outfit again, he was stunned.
He had seen those clothes in the cinema, and they were only affordable for rich people.
His face instantly darkened. "Zhang Cuihua, you shameless woman! How many years has it been since my father died? You're already so impatient to change men?"
Song Jiao walked into the house in high heels, stepping briskly. Upon hearing this, she sneered and slapped him in the face, "You are such a dog, you can't spit out ivory!"
Song Jiao was filled with disgust towards her future daughter-in-law.
In the original plot, the original owner gave her all he had as a betrothal gift, but she complained about this and that, and even despised the original owner's dedication to taking care of her during the confinement period, and in the end she repaid his kindness with hatred.
She disliked the original owner because she looked dirty, so she drove him away after taking care of him for three days. In the end, she turned around and said that the original owner did not take care of her during the confinement period, so why should she support her when she was old?
After being slapped, Shao Zhiqiang's eyes flashed with ruthlessness. He raised his eyes and glared at Song Jiao fiercely, as if he wanted to eat her alive.
However, what greeted him was another slap from Song Jiao. "Now, come with me to the Public Security Bureau and separate your household registration! Want to get married? What do you want to do? Figure it out yourself!"
"Let's divide it, who's afraid of who!" Shao Zhiqiang raised his head and shouted angrily, "What about this house? You can't let me give it up too, right?"
Song Jiao burst out laughing when she heard this. "This house? That's what my mother left me. What does it have to do with an outsider like you?"
"No, this house belongs to my father! When the family property is divided, I must have a share!" Shao Zhiqiang's voice gradually became tougher, as if he was declaring his sovereignty.
Song Jiao looked at him coldly, with a sarcastic smile on her lips, "What belongs to your father? What else do you have? Didn't the only compensation money go to you? Go ask the village chief yourself! You are such a fool!" After saying that, she stood at the door with her arms folded, her posture as if she was watching a joke.
The atmosphere in the entire room was so tense that it seemed as if water could be wrung out of it.
Shao Zhiqiang left angrily and went to confront the village chief. Li Yan stood alone in the yard, forcing a smile on her face, trying to ease the tense atmosphere. "Auntie, Qiangqiang is just still angry. There's no such thing as a grudge between mother and son. Don't you agree?"
Song Jiao raised her eyes slightly, her gaze like a knife sweeping across Li Yan's slightly nervous face. "What? A thousand yuan betrothal gift isn't enough for you? Now you're eyeing my house?"
Li Yan didn't expect Song Jiao to be so strong, and her arrogance weakened a lot for a moment, but she still said with all her might: "No, Auntie, that thousand yuan is really enough. I just feel that there shouldn't be such a stalemate between you and Qiangqiang."
Song Jiao folded her arms, her eyes full of disdain and ridicule, as if she was looking at a clown.
"When did it become your turn as an outsider to butt heads in our family affairs? Who do you think you are?" She looked Li Yan up and down, a sneer curling her lips. "She looks no more than eighteen or nineteen, and her fingers are so rough, she must have dropped out of school and started working a long time ago. Just because you hooked up with a college student, you think you're superior to others?"
Li Yan's face turned pale, but she still tried to explain: "Auntie, you misunderstood, I..."
Song Jiao didn't give her a chance and continued, "And your figure isn't that great either. I'm curious, how old were you when you started following Shao Zhiqiang? Do you think you can do whatever you want now that you have a backer?"
Every word Song Jiao said was like a sharp blade, accurately cutting Li Yan's self-esteem and pride.
Li Yan gritted her teeth, a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes, but she could only endure it silently.
Song Jiao stood there, her eyes as cold as ice. "I can tell you right now, you won't have a house to marry in, and even less money! I won't give you a cent!"
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