This was the only time Song Ping'an stood up for himself in his sixty-three years of life.
After saying that, he felt very relieved, and even his entire demeanor changed.
He strode out of his house and found Song Guoqiang.
He expressed his desire to sever all ties with Wang Xiuhua and expel her from the Song family.
Seeing that Song Ping'an's attitude was very firm, Song Guoqiang just sighed and went to call the strong men in the village to drive Wang Xiuhua out of Song Ping'an's house.
Meanwhile, seeing their father, who had been honest his whole life, Song Weijia and the others finally lost their temper and had no choice but to question Wang Xiuhua about whose children they were.
Wang Xiuhua was stumped by the question: Whose child? How would she know?
She had several children, but apart from the eldest, Song Weimin, being Song Ping'an's child, and Song Weijia's father being an old bachelor from the next village, she really couldn't be sure whose child Song Weiguo and Song Meihua were.
"Remember this, you are Song Ping'an's offspring." Wang Xiuhua, unusually clear-headed, solemnly informed Song Weijia and Song Meihua, the brother and sister.
Song Meihua and Song Weijia exchanged a glance, their mouths agape. It seemed they really weren't Song Ping'an's children.
Slumped to the ground, Song Weijia and Song Meihua knew it was all over. If this matter were to be exposed, how would they ever be able to live in the village again?
Their mother cheated on them, and their biological father is unknown. How can they possibly stay in the village now?
How will their children face everyone's ridicule?
"Mom, how could you do such a thing? Dad has always listened to you all these years. What are you dissatisfied with that you have to go out and find another man?" As a man, Song Weijia could understand why his honest father, who had been honest all his life, was so angry.
If it were him, he would have beaten Wang Xiuhua to death and that wouldn't have been enough to quell his anger.
He may be lazy, but he's not confused.
He understood that there was no turning back now, and from now on they would all be called bastards.
“Song Ping’an, that coward, is no good at all. Your biological father stayed single his whole life for me. He is the good man who was loyal to me.”
"..." Even though it was confirmed, nothing had ever chilled Song Weijia's heart like this moment. His father was not Song Ping'an after all, and was still a bachelor.
He was terrified and didn't want Wang Xiuhua to reveal his name, but she seemed like a shy young girl in love, saying with a blushing face, "He is Hong Laoqi from next door."
"No, he's not my father, he's not! You're lying! How could a lazy, poor, deadbeat bachelor be my father? You must be joking!" Song Weijia would rather die than admit that his father was actually that lazy, ugly, and dirty old bachelor next door.
"Third son, aren't you lazy too? This is a kind of behavior, isn't it?" Wang Xiuhua's words were not meant to belittle her most beloved youngest son; she was simply trying to prove to Song Weijia that he and his son were exactly the same.
But when Song Weijia heard this, he felt even worse than if he had been killed. He shouted, "No, it's not true, it's not true!" and then rushed out of the house.
"Third brother, third brother..."
Wang Xiuhua got up to chase after her, but stopped after only one step, her gaze fixed on the startled Song Meihua.
Song Meihua immediately felt Wang Xiuhua's gaze. She looked up and saw Wang Xiuhua with a conflicted expression. She shuddered and struggled to sit up, leaving behind the words, "My father is Song Ping'an, he is Song Ping'an."
Then they ran away too.
Song Meihua didn't want to hear the truth, such as that her father, Hong Laoqi, was so poor he couldn't even afford to eat. She got up and rushed towards the county town.
She will never come back, never again.
Her mother went mad, her father went mad, they all went mad.
She absolutely must not let Qian Jianye know what her mother has done; otherwise, she will either be beaten to death or suspected of having an affair.
She knew that Qian Jianye would eventually dislike her sons, Xiao Jun and Xiao Mei, and she couldn't let him know about it.
For Xiaojun and Xiaomei's sake, and for her own, she was determined to keep this a secret until the very end.
But when she got home and saw her husband in a sling, she was stunned. "Jianye, what happened to you?"
How could her incredibly capable husband get injured?
Who can hurt him?
"The day before yesterday, I ran into two thugs who were looking for trouble. They insisted that I was blocking their way and then beat me up. It was really inexplicable." When he mentioned this, Qian Jianye's face turned as black as ink.
He swore this was the biggest stain on his life, and those two better never run into him, or he wouldn't let them get away with it.
"Damn it! Even if he was just blocking the way, he didn't deserve to be beaten so badly!" Song Meihua cursed as soon as she heard that her husband's hand had been broken for simply blocking the way.
Upon hearing the sound, Song Qingyi deliberately dropped the cup in the water and said in a panic, "I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything."
Upon seeing this, Song Meihua and her husband exchanged a glance, then immediately called Song Qingyi over and asked loudly, "What did you see?"
"I didn't see anything, I didn't see anything. Qingqing is a good child, she's a good child." Song Qingyi waved her hands and shook her head in a panic, but the words that came out of her mouth only made Song Jianye more suspicious.
"What did you see about Song Qingqing?" Qian Jianye had a good impression of Song Qingqing, so he was more patient with her.
But Song Meihua was an extremely impatient person. Seeing Song Qingyi's hesitant speech, coupled with the fright she had just suffered from her parents, she couldn't help but roar, "Tell me quickly, what did you see? If you don't tell me, I'll hit you!"
Upon hearing this, Song Qingyi seemed startled and immediately covered her head, blurting out, "I saw Qingqing chatting with the people who beat up my uncle, and I also saw her running a shop on Huanle Street to make money."
I must be seeing things. She would never let someone hit her uncle. She's a good girl, she's a good girl.
Qian Jianye and Song Meihua were stunned when she said these words.
The information revealed in Song Qingyi's words was quite significant. They learned that Song Qingyi was responsible for Qian Jianye's severed hand, and that she had secretly opened a shop in the new development zone.
That's great! No wonder she didn't go back to the village after leaving, but instead opened a shop here to make money.
"How dare this slut hire someone to beat up Jianye? Jianye is her own uncle, how could she do such a thing?"
"And she didn't even tell us she was making money from her shop, she's really bold." At this moment, Song Meihua's mind was filled with thoughts of Song Qingqing opening her shop and making money.
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