Seeing that her image as a kind aunt was about to collapse, Song Meihua immediately screamed, "You're talking nonsense! How can you talk such nonsense, you wretched woman?"
When did I take money from both your parents?
I raised you all.
Everything you eat and wear is bought with my money.
Why is my life so miserable!
I raised my niece with good intentions, only to be betrayed by them. It's outrageous!
"Whether it's true or not, everyone can find out by coming with me to the hospital and having my injuries examined."
Whether you took my parents' money or not, you can find out by checking the deposits in your bank account.
Or, I could make a call right now and ask whether you're lying or I'm lying.
Song Qingqing appeared confident and composed, while Song Meihua seemed nervous and evasive.
Now that you've seen this, is there anything you still don't understand?
Song Meihua is definitely lying!
"Hey! Her parents each get 500 yuan a year, just for food and sleep, and you tell her that her parents didn't give her a single penny. You're really heartless."
"No wonder I've never heard Qingqing mention her parents. It turns out it was you, you old hag, who was up to this. You even claimed to have raised them. Bah, shameless."
"It's disgusting. They raise their own mother and three children to be plump and healthy, while their own niece is starving and skin and bones. They still say they're good to her. Good my ass."
"I was wondering why Xiaojun's mom had been lying at home all the time for the past ten years. I originally thought it was because her husband had made a lot of money."
So she's living so comfortably by sucking the money her older brother gives to his two poor daughters. How come she doesn't get fat and die?
"I've seen shameless people, but I've never seen anyone this shameless."
Intentionally damaging the image of other people's parents in their children's eyes so they can treat those children like cattle is truly malicious.
"I was wondering why all these years, I've only ever seen Qingqing carrying things upstairs, buying groceries and rice. It turns out she's been doing chores for her since she was seven."
"shameless."
"How vicious."
"..."
Suddenly, the surrounding area was filled with voices condemning Song Meihua.
Song Meihua, the person involved, wanted to explain, but her son in her arms beat her to it.
"You filthy piece of trash, you're just a dog I keep. We can hit you whenever we want, so what?"
"You dare let everyone insult my mother? I'll beat you to death, you filthy slut!"
As Qian Xiaojun spoke, he rushed out of Song Meihua's embrace, waving his fists, and ran towards Song Qingqing.
But his words stunned the residents of the neighborhood who came out upon hearing them.
None of them realized that in Qian Xiaojun's family's eyes, Song Qingqing was just a dog they could beat at will.
It is said that a child's words best reflect a family's upbringing and quality, but just from Qian Xiaojun's words, one can tell how failed and disgusting Song Meihua's family education is.
"Don't be gentle. Xiaojun is still young and doesn't understand things yet. Don't take it to heart."
Seeing her son rush forward only to fall into Song Qingqing's hands again, unable to advance an inch, Song Meihua screamed in alarm, fearing that Song Qingqing would harm her again, drawing everyone's attention.
"Yes! They're in junior high already, they're still too young."
Song Qingqing gave a cold laugh and pushed Qian Xiaojun backward, causing him to fall into Song Meihua's arms.
"Ah, you filthy slut, you bitch, I'm going to beat you to death, beat you to death!"
When his attempt to assault the man failed, Qian Xiaojun flew into a rage again and tried to rush out once more.
But Song Meihua held him tightly.
Song Qingqing wasn't in the mood to be here. Watching the mother and son hugging and cuddling, she suddenly threw out this sentence to Qian Xiaomei, "By the way, cousin, this oversized dress you're wearing, and all the clothes you've worn before that are oversized."
Those were all sent to us by my parents. Please return them when you get back.
"Nonsense, you little slut, my mom bought this for me, not my uncle."
Qian Xiaomei spoke with conviction because whenever Song Meihua gave her clothes, she would say that she had bought them.
But what she didn't know was that Song Meihua was lying to her.
Actually, Qian Xiaomei hasn't bought any clothes in the past ten years; Song Meihua has monopolized all of Song Qingqing and her sister's clothes.
All the clothes Song Qingqing has worn over the years have been tattered and too small, and no one else has worn them.
"Really? Anyone with eyes can see that the style of that Dacron T-shirt you're wearing is available in our county."
After Song finished speaking, more and more residents in the community involuntarily turned their attention to Qian Xiaomei.
Finally, someone spoke up, confirming Song Qingqing's words.
"No, there are only two clothing stores in our county, and her styles have never appeared there."
"I sell clothes, and that style of hers is the most popular new style in Shenzhen this year."
"I think the Qian family's little girl is wearing clothes that are way too big. She's always worn clothes that are several sizes too big.
I thought it was because Qian's wife wanted to save money so that she could wear it for a few more years.
But unexpectedly, it turned out they had stolen their own niece's clothes.
"Pah, shameless."
"It's not just the adults who are shameless; even the two children from the Qian family are spewing nonsense."
One son called his cousin a slut, and the other daughter called her a whore. This Qian family's daughter-in-law is truly well-mannered.
"Exactly, what kind of person is a mother who can raise children like this?"
"Having been neighbors with them for over a decade, this is the first time I've discovered that the entire Qian family is like this."
"I'm breaking off all ties! I'll never have anything to do with her family again; they might corrupt my child."
“When I get home, I will also tell my children not to associate with the Qian family. They are disgusting.”
"..."
The farce ended with Song Meihua and her two children suffering a crushing defeat.
From then on, the Qian family became the object of hatred for the entire community.
She lay back down on the comfortable bed, but Song Qingqing was wide awake.
The events of her past life and this life swirled in her mind, finally settling on the future.
Now that she's been reborn, what should she do next?
The school summer vacation has only been going on for a week, and there is still more than a month before school starts again.
What should she do for the next month or so?
That definitely means starting a business!
She didn't want to repeat the life she had in her previous life, where she only realized how little money she had when she needed it.
But how do I earn this money?
In her past life, she had done many jobs: washing dishes, sweeping floors, carrying bricks in factories, and working as a punching bag, among others.
But they all do the lowest-level jobs in society.
She didn't know the lottery numbers, nor how the later business tycoons got started.
Her world was very small, so small that all she knew was that before she died, there was a small shop selling water that was doing very well on the street where they set up stalls.
Huh! Wait, the convenience store?
Could she perhaps start from here?
After thinking about it carefully, I realized that the street vendors were only just starting out at this time.
If she seizes the opportunity and sets up a shop on the street vendor street to sell water, wouldn't she be able to make money?
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