"Open the door, open the door..."
They want to leave her homeless? Not so easy. If they want to scheme against her, they'll have to bear the consequences.
"Auntie, Big Sister, open the door!" Song Qingqing stood in the hallway, banging on the door and calling out loudly.
Soon the neighbors were alerted and opened their doors to ask what had happened.
Song Qingqing told them everything in detail, and at the end, she couldn't help but add insult to injury, "Sigh, if only I hadn't told them about my parents sending money yesterday."
Once these words were spoken, how could the neighbors not know why Song Meihua was doing this?
It's definitely revenge on Song Qingqing!
"The Qian family's daughter-in-law is really something else. She takes money from her own brother's family and won't even let her own niece sleep in the room. She's so vicious."
"Exactly, how could she do such a thing? She's utterly heartless."
"What happened yesterday is not Qingqing's fault. She was the one who went too far."
"..."
Outside the door, all that could be heard was voices condemning Song Meihua.
Song Meihua, who was eavesdropping inside the house, almost rushed out and tore Song Qingqing to pieces.
This has only further tarnished her reputation. How is she supposed to go out in public now?
"Since your reputation is already ruined, what difference does it make whether it's a little or a lot more bad?" In the living room, Song Qingyi, whose head was wrapped in gauze, hurriedly stopped Song Meihua when she saw her trying to rush out.
Upon hearing this, Song Meihua realized it made perfect sense, so she stopped paying attention to the commotion outside the door.
No matter how much Song Qingqing and her neighbors shouted and cursed outside, she simply wouldn't open the door.
The people outside quickly realized this and dispersed in twos and threes.
Some particularly enthusiastic neighbor aunties even invited Song Qingqing to stay at their homes for one night.
But Song Qingqing rejected him.
Night had fallen, and the streets were deserted.
Song Qingqing walked alone on the dark street, her footsteps sounding particularly loud. A gust of cold wind swept over her, making the hairs on her body stand on end.
Just then, the weather turned against us, and it started to rain.
In order to get to the hotel as quickly as possible, she had no choice but to run, and accidentally bumped into two men at the corner.
"Which blind guy bumped into me?"
The man in the floral shirt spoke in an unfriendly tone, but after seeing Song Qingqing's small face, his impatience immediately turned into excitement.
"Hey, where did this beauty come from! Can't find your way home? No problem, come home with me, and I'll make sure you eat and drink well."
As the man in the floral shirt spoke, he gently reached out his claws towards Song.
But before he could even touch Song Qingqing, he suddenly screamed and knelt on the ground.
Song Qingqing turned around in confusion and saw Sikong Xingchen standing there in the drizzling rain, looking radiant and serene.
Even the dim light of dawn could not conceal his radiant presence.
"roll!"
He simply uttered a single word, and the surrounding air seemed to grow colder.
Upon seeing this, the two thugs were so frightened that they scrambled away from the place.
The two thugs left, leaving only Song Qingqing and Sikong Xingchen in the gloomy rain.
Their eyes met; one's expression was unreadable, while the other's smile was radiant.
Sikong Xingchen, who usually seldom utters words, suddenly took off his coat and put it on Song Qingqing, then said only two words to her, "Get in the car."
"good"
She cautiously moved closer to the other person, her heart pounding in her chest.
A moment later, the two got into Sikong Xingchen's car and sat together in the back seat.
However, Song Qingqing did not return the other person's clothes. Instead, she shamelessly said, "The clothes are wet. I'll wash them and return them to you."
She had intended to use this opportunity to find the other party.
But Sikong Xingchen seemed to have seen through her thoughts and said, "Then throw them away. I don't need any more clothes."
"..." You don't lack it, but she does! She just needs an outfit to get closer to him!
Although she thought this in her heart, Song Qingqing couldn't find the right words to say.
Ultimately, this only led to an awkward atmosphere.
Fortunately, not long after, Sikong Xingchen spoke again, "Where to?"
"Just take me to the nearest hotel."
Aren't you going home?
"Can't get in the door."
"Go to Shenlong Building."
After saying this, Sikong Xingchen said no more.
Song Qingqing originally wanted to suggest finding a cheap place, but then she thought that this way she could be closer to Sikong Xingchen, which wouldn't be bad either.
So she didn't say anything more and quietly followed Sikong Xingchen into the Shenlong Building, where she stayed downstairs from him.
"Sigh, why not in his bedroom? Why not across the street? Why downstairs?"
Lying on the soft bed, Song rolled around a few times, took a shower, and went to sleep.
The next day, she wanted to try and get closer to Sikong Xingchen, but he had already left.
The female server who was tidying up Sikong Xingchen's bedroom saw Song Qingqing standing at the door with a dejected look on her face and couldn't help but sneer, "These days, all sorts of Tom, Dick, and Harry want to pounce on Young Master Si."
She doesn't even look at herself, yet she has the nerve to offer herself up.
Their ancestors must be turning in their graves!
Upon hearing this, Song Qingqing's expression instantly changed. She stepped forward and slapped the other person to the ground, giving her a spontaneous and impromptu love affair with the ground.
"Little sister, I'll teach you a piece of advice today: your mouth is for eating, not for spewing filth."
After uttering those words to the waitress on the ground, Song Qingqing turned and strode away.
Meanwhile, Song Qingyi, who had just gotten up, was being talked to by Song Meihua.
"The night before last, you asked me to take the neighbors downstairs, saying that you wanted to make sure that rotten Song Qingqing couldn't stay here any longer."
As it turned out, she wasn't the one who couldn't stay; it was me who couldn't stay.
"You're the one who made this mess of things; you have to find a way to buy me a house so I can move out of here."
Since the night before last, every time Song Meihua and her two children go out, they have to face the pointing fingers and whispers of everyone in the neighborhood.
This situation was even more pronounced this morning.
Now she's too scared to go out.
Because as soon as she goes out, people will say how wicked she is, and how wicked her children are.
Yesterday alone, they got into five fights with the neighborhood kids, and she had to pay several hundred yuan in compensation for each one.
Song Meihua knew she couldn't stay there any longer, so she set her sights on her eldest niece.
Others might not know, but she did know that her eldest niece was wealthy. As for how she acquired that wealth, she didn't know, nor did she want to know.
All she needs to know is that her eldest niece is responsible for her miscalculation the night before last and for her life.
Hearing her aunt's outrageous demands, Song Qingyi cursed inwardly, but on the surface she still had to pretend, "Aunt, you think too highly of me."
A house in our county costs five thousand yuan.
How could a high school student like me possibly have that much money!
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