"Oh? So it's because you used to be better off than me? You can't accept the difference now that I'm doing better than you?"
Fang Yuan thought for a moment and said uncertainly.
Is this normal human logic? This is completely psychologically twisted!
She has Wang Qingqing's memories, but that's all she has.
So she really didn't know that this woman disliked her because of this idea and was trying every means to kill her.
"What else? You're so lucky. You won without doing anything. Fang Yuan, you're really lucky," Wang Qingqing said, looking at Fang Yuan with a dejected expression.
Fang Yuan almost laughed in anger, and looked at Wang Qingqing coldly, questioning her:
"Wang Qingqing, are you out of your mind? You eat at my house and live at my house, and you're still trying to harm me? Do I owe you something, or does my family owe you something?"
"Yes, your family doesn't owe me anything, and you don't owe me anything either. On the contrary, I should thank your family for taking us in."
Unfortunately, I'm naturally ungrateful. Maybe I'm just like my mother; I can't stand seeing others do better than me," Wang Qingqing said with a sneer.
"You've harmed people and you still think you're right? You're truly a born scoundrel, vicious to the core!" Fang Yuan retorted without any politeness.
"Yes, I inherited my mother's badness from the bottom of my heart. I can't stand others being better than me, and I like to compare myself with others. Now I'm getting my comeuppance. Are you satisfied?"
After saying that, Wang Qingqing burst into maniacal laughter.
Seeing her in this crazy state, Fang Yuan didn't want to continue talking to her.
She stood up and yelled, "You're not only an ingrate, but also a coward. You've perfectly embodied the spirit of bullying the weak and fearing the strong."
Why did you have to harm me instead of your mother? I'm so unlucky to have met you two vicious women. I never want to see you again.
"You're right, I'm an ingrate! I'll never see you again in this lifetime, never again! Hahahaha..."
Wang Qingqing started laughing and then crying.
Fang Yuan paused for a moment upon seeing this: "I have already notified my dad and your mom. As for whether they come to see you or not, that is not my concern."
After saying that, he opened the door, but unexpectedly, Fang's father and stepmother Luo Chunhua were standing outside, with the police officers from before beside them.
Mr. Fang's face was very pale, but he didn't say a word.
Luo Chunhua's face was covered in tears.
It turns out she knew everything she had done, and had always hated her.
I hate her for killing her own father, I hate her for being shameless.
"Dad, you're here so soon? I just mailed the letter!"
Fang Yuan ignored Luo Chunhua and instead called out to the original owner's biological father.
Upon seeing his daughter, Mr. Fang finally managed a forced smile.
“We heard what you just said. It was Dad who was foolish and almost got you into trouble.”
As he spoke, he looked at Luo Chunhua and said, "I'm not going to see this murderer anymore. Luo Chunhua, let's go back and get a divorce. I'm just an ordinary person, I can't afford to be with a vicious woman like you."
After saying that, he pulled Fang Yuan around and left.
He stopped caring about this woman and Wang Qingqing; he felt mentally exhausted.
"Dad, you still haven't told me why you came so soon?" Fang Yuan asked, linking arms with her father.
Looking at the man in front of me, whose hair had turned quite white, I felt that he looked much older than I remembered, even though it had only been half a year.
“The local police station called my workplace a few days ago, so we came over.”
Mr. Fang now has absolutely no respect for this heartless mother and daughter.
These two are cut from the same cloth; they both have a way of making trouble for their men, and they won't stop until they've killed them. He's really scared.
"Oh, I knew it! I just sent you the letter, how come the person has already arrived!" Fang Yuan nodded.
Worried about the consequences, she didn't dare call the factory where Fang's father worked, as the police wouldn't care.
The factory probably knows about this now, and I wonder if Mr. Fang will be gossiped about when he gets back.
"Dad's fine. I'm just still scared. What if she really hurt you?"
Looking at his daughter, Fang's father was surprised to find that Wang Qingqing was even more vicious than Luo Chunhua.
He raised her for seven or eight years and this is how she repays him; it's no exaggeration to say she's an ingrate.
"It's alright, this is a classic case of 'the one who harms others will ultimately harm himself,' she's getting her comeuppance now!"
Fang Yuan then changed the subject: "By the way, Dad, you're not at the guesthouse yet, are you? Why don't you come to our brigade with me and let me show you what a traditional heated brick bed in Northeast China is like."
“Okay, I’ll come over and take a look. Is that convenient?” Mr. Fang nodded and asked.
"Of course it's convenient. I have four comrades, each in a room. Having one more person won't make a difference."
It has to be convenient, no matter how inconvenient it is. If Zhou He and Luo Jin dare to object, they'll be in big trouble later.
"Alright, I'll go check out this kang (heated brick bed) in Northeast China. I have to say, it's already April, how come it's still so cold here!" Mr. Fang shivered as soon as he stepped out the door.
He hadn't expected it to be this cold, even though he wasn't wearing particularly thick clothes.
"Oh, look at me, Dad, come inside and wait a bit. I know someone here. I'll go find you a thick coat so we can go back. Don't get too cold."
Fang Yuan let her father go back into the house to be with Zhou He, and she went out for a walk and bought a cotton coat and cotton shoes from Wang Meng.
After dressing Fang's father, they returned to the village together in the village carriage.
As for Luo Chunhua, she had her own letter of introduction and money, so neither of them paid any attention to her.
"Quickly, come inside and get on the kang (heated brick bed), I'll make you some ginger soup."
Fang Yuan brought his father home and immediately invited him to sit on his kang (a heated brick bed).
Although it's spring, the ice outside hasn't completely melted yet, so the kang (heated brick bed) is kept burning all day long.
"Hello Uncle, my name is Zhou Jiahui. Sister Yuanyuan has taken good care of me."
Looking at the refined middle-aged man in front of her, Zhou Jiahui sweetly went up to greet Mr. Fang.
"Uncle, I am Luo Jin. We went to the countryside with Comrade Fang Yuan. We hit it off and moved together."
Luo Jin quickly went up to greet Fang's father and explained that they were living together.
Although they each have their own room, they are still living under the same roof, so some explanation is still necessary.
"I know you. Thank you for taking care of my daughter. I'm so glad we lived together, otherwise my daughter might have been harmed by someone else."
Mr. Fang felt a chill run down his spine as he recalled what he had heard from the police.
Luckily, my daughter didn't live alone, otherwise she might have been infected.
"No, it's not us taking care of Comrade Fang Yuan, it's us who are being taken care of by Comrade Fang Yuan. She's a great cook, she's made us all fat."
Luo Jin scratched his head sheepishly; he couldn't possibly have the nerve to say they had taken care of Fang Yuan.
"Really? This girl has inherited her mother's cooking skills. Her mother's cooking is delicious."
Some people are just naturally gifted at cooking, especially those who love to eat; they all know a few tricks up their sleeves.
Before he contacted Luo Chunhua, Fang Yuan was not even ten years old, yet he was already cooking at home in a very professional manner.
"Really? Hehe, being able to cook is a good thing; girls like that are the most sought after," Luo Jin said with a smile.
He wants to find someone who can cook, and he thinks Fang Yuan is a good match.
Some people might not be happy about it.
"It's really popular, and the elders in my family like it too."
Zhou He, who was standing to the side, chimed in with a similar comment.
"Yeah?"
Father Fang gave Zhou He and Luo Jin a meaningful look.
My daughter has good taste; she knows to find a reliable place to live, just like her mother did back then.
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