Shisong Village.
During the Spring Festival, the family should be happy together, but when Yang He stepped out of her house this morning, she heard from the villagers that Yuan Xiaoya and He Xiaomiao had returned to the village last night.
Almost instantly, Yang He's mood plummeted to its lowest point.
"You've been wearing such a long face on the first day of the Lunar New Year. Are you trying to ruin our family's life in the new year?"
Er Gouzi picked up his chopsticks, ready to eat lunch, but seeing his wife Yang He with a deadpan expression all afternoon and making a lot of noise doing everything, he couldn't help but feel angry.
He couldn't take it anymore, slammed his chopsticks on the table with a "bang," and coldly demanded, "Tell me, what exactly is going on?"
"Eat your food, and mind your own business."
Yang He glanced at Er Gouzi, picked up her own bowl, and planned to go back to her bedroom to eat.
"I bet you've forgotten what my punches feel like since you haven't been beaten in three days!"
Standing up, Er Gouzi clenched his fist, pretending to punch Yang He.
Seeing this, Yang He slammed her rice bowl down on the table and yelled at Er Gouzi, "Go ahead and hit me! Come on, hit me as hard as you want! I'm standing right here, so come and hit me!"
To avoid being driven to her death by gossip, she had no choice but to marry this peasant man. But instead of treating her well, he began to abuse her not long after the marriage.
Even after she had a child, he still treated her coldly. Did she owe him something?
"you……"
Er Gouzi lowered his raised fist and said in a muffled voice, "Today is the first day of the new year. Your deadpan face is unlucky. What's wrong with me saying a few words to you?"
Muttering something weakly, Er Gouzi sat back down at the table, picked up his chopsticks, and started eating by himself, without looking at the expression on Yang He's face.
It's not easy to find a wife, and the wife in front of him is someone he's schemed to get. If... if he goes too far, there's no guarantee she won't divorce him.
What will he do if that's the case?
What about the children?
Er Gouzi thought to himself, which showed that he had a scale in his heart and knew how to weigh the pros and cons.
"Why should I smile at you when I'm in a bad mood?!"
Yang He's eyes reddened, and she said relentlessly, "You schemed to make me marry you, but how have you treated me? Let me tell you, I've had enough!"
You're a grown man, yet you don't work hard to earn work points to support your family, while I have to work, cook, do laundry, and take care of the kids at home. Are you treating me like an ox for the production team?
And that's not all! Whenever you're in a bad mood, or if I say something that doesn't bother you, you hit me… Is there any kind of man like you?
Tears welled up in Yang He's eyes and slid down her face. She glared angrily at Er Gouzi: "Listen to me, from now on, don't even think about making me serve you anymore."
Don't even think about relying on me to earn work points to fill your stomach!
Yang He threw the rice bowl in her hand to the ground. Ignoring Er Gouzi's murderous glare, she wiped away her tears and turned back to her bedroom.
Perhaps startled by the noise of their argument, the child, who had been sleeping soundly on the kang (a heated brick bed), burst into tears.
Yang He ignored it, climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), crawled into bed, covered her head with the quilt, and let the tears flow freely.
After all that hard work and joy, Yuan Xiaoya and He Xiaomiao, those two vile women, returned to the village unscathed, and were even personally escorted back by the railway police.
waste!
Those kidnappers are utterly useless. They took her away for several days, only to let her return to Shisong Village perfectly fine. Were they trying to infuriate her?
Fortunately, she concealed her appearance before acting; otherwise, she would probably be sitting here anxiously, worried that the kidnapper would expose her.
But the failure to succeed really angered her, and she knew that using the previous method again would definitely not work.
reason?
Yuan Xiaoya and He Xiaomiao, those two bitches, have fallen for their trick once. Without a doubt, they will be on guard in the days to come.
She wanted to succeed, but the chances were slim.
Thinking of this, Yang He stopped crying. She was unwilling... unwilling for Yuan Xiaoya to continue living comfortably, unwilling for He Xiaomiao, that gossipy woman, to continue jumping around.
She had to think of something; she absolutely couldn't let those two bitches get away with it!
Beijing City.
Just like on the first day of the Lunar New Year last year, Song Lan and Qin Yanzheng carried gifts to their adoptive parents' home around 11 a.m. to wish Song Weiqiang and his wife a Happy New Year.
It wasn't that Song Lan cared that much about the couple; it was just a matter of etiquette that required her to make the trip.
Well, or rather, it's about saving face.
After all, Song Weiqiang and his wife had raised the original owner for nearly twenty years, and she was now living in this world as the original owner, so naturally she couldn't make things too ugly.
Unexpectedly, when Song Lan and Qin Yanzheng arrived at their adoptive parents' house, they had barely exchanged a few words with Song Weiqiang and his wife when an annoying voice appeared in the living room, ruining the otherwise harmonious atmosphere.
"What do you mean?"
Hearing Song Lan's voice from her bedroom, Song Jiaojiao stormed into the living room and, without a second thought, blurted out something to Song Lan.
I don't understand what you're talking about.
What could she possibly mean? She's just here to wish us a Happy New Year, nothing more, nothing deeper.
Song Lan looked at Song Jiaojiao with a calm expression. Seeing that the other woman's eyes were almost popping out of their sockets, she couldn't help but frown slightly: "Just say what you want to say."
"What are you pretending to be confused about?"
Song Jiaojiao gritted her teeth: "My parents need you to come and pay their respects for the New Year. Aren't you just trying to show off and outdo me?"
Yes, I'm not as good at socializing as you. I didn't visit your parents last year to wish them a Happy New Year, and I won't this year either. Do you think you're so much better than me?
By labeling me an ingrate, will I become superior? Will it make me lose a few pounds?
"Song Lan, listen to me carefully. Give me your dirty thoughts. I, Song Jiaojiao, don't care about those false reputations. Now, get out of my house! You're not welcome here!"
"Jiaojiao!"
Luo Yueqin's face turned ugly as she stared straight at Song Jiaojiao: "What's wrong with you all of a sudden?"
Song Weiqiang and the rest of the family also looked rather grim, their gazes fixed on Song Jiaojiao.
"I'm not crazy, I just can't stand Song Lan's hypocrisy!"
Song Jiaojiao said indignantly, "She just wants to outshine me to show how good she is and how grateful she is. Mom, you and Dad aren't so shallow as to even look at that piece of junk she brought over!"
"let's go."
Qin Yanzheng's expression was cold and stern. He grabbed Song Lan's hand and stood up. Then he nodded to Song Weiqiang and his wife as a greeting. Before the couple could respond, he led Song Lan out of the living room and headed straight for the gate.
In the living room.
"You're getting more and more outrageous!"
Song Weiqiang slammed his hand on the coffee table, glaring at Song Jiaojiao: "If I remember correctly, before you went back to your hometown for the Spring Festival last year, your mother gave you some money and coupons to buy gifts to visit your adoptive parents."
But from what you just said, it's clear you didn't listen to your mother at all. You didn't even go to your adoptive parents' house. Are you trying to drive your mother and me crazy?
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