Chapter 114 Aren't you cursing me?
Shen Wanjun frowned. Zhao Di was a cunning girl.
Song Juan is kind-hearted, and she certainly wouldn't know how to refuse such a request.
Huang Ya pushed Zhao Di away: "You should go quickly, your dad and grandma are waiting for you."
Like father, like son; Zhao Di has clearly been spoiled. Who would want a child like that?
Song Juan is still young. She can have her own children in the future and have goddaughters for whatever she needs.
Only a fool would do something that's thankless and exhausting.
Huang Ya wasn't sure if Song Juan would step forward and willingly play the fool.
The only option was to get rid of Zhao Di first, thus eliminating that possibility.
Song Zhan said to Song Juan, "Aren't you going to work? Go on."
Stop dawdling, hurry up and get away from this troublesome place.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Di rushed over and grabbed Song Juan's leg tightly.
Her cries were deafening. Unlike her usual affected sobs, this time she cried her heart out, every syllable filled with genuine fear.
She didn't want to go back to the countryside; that place was no place for humans!
Girls her age in the village not only couldn't read or write, but also had to do housework and take care of the whole family from morning till night.
She did laundry and cooked for a large family, and was constantly beaten and scolded, and couldn't even get a full meal.
They might even be randomly betrothed to a strange man and sent away to continue being slaves in another place, suffering for the rest of their lives!
Zhao Di was often beaten and bullied by Old Lady Cui, but at least in the compound, Old Lady Cui still cared about her reputation and didn't dare to treat her to death.
But if you go to the countryside...
Zhao Di shuddered violently, her sobs trembling: "Aunt Song... save me... if I go back I'll be sold, I'll be beaten to death!"
"Aunt Song, please, please have mercy... If you're willing to help me, when I grow up, I'll work like a slave to repay you and take good care of you for the rest of my life!"
Zhao Di's voice trembled, and tears streamed down her face.
Upon hearing this, Song Juan stopped in her tracks.
She turned around, her thoughtful gaze falling on Zhao Di's face. Her expression was as complex as a lake with a thin layer of ice, revealing neither coldness nor warmth beneath.
Shen Wanjun, standing to the side, stamped her feet in frustration and grabbed Song Juan's arm, saying, "Juan'er! Don't be foolish! Let's go!"
Her voice was low but harsh, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, "Keep moving forward, don't look back! Don't even glance at me!"
"This girl doesn't deserve any sympathy at all. Do you think she's really innocent? She's involved in every one of Old Lady Cui and Liu San's insidious schemes and backstabbing deeds. She's shrewd as a mule!"
Grandma Cui and Liu San stopped and secretly cheered for Zhao Di.
Well done, excellent! You're a true son of the Liu family.
With Zhao Di's cleverness, she'll succeed at anything she does in the future.
If she could stay by Song Juan's side, she could probably persuade her to withdraw the lawsuit or issue a letter of understanding.
They won't have to wait long before they can return to the compound.
Zhao Di was unaware of what Old Lady Cui and Liu San were thinking; all she knew was that she didn't want to go back to the countryside.
Song Juan raised her hand and touched Zhao Di's sallow face, laughing as she said, "You're going to wear mourning clothes for me? And smash a basin for me?"
Zhao Di thought there was hope and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, yes."
Song Juan laughed and said, "Aren't you cursing me? I'm young and healthy, why would I die?"
She paused for a moment, then added, "It's really kind of you to worry about what will happen after I die at such a young age. Don't worry, I'll have my own children; you don't need to cause any trouble."
After saying that, Song Juan shook off Zhao Di and strode towards the hospital.
After Zhao Di's heart-wrenching cries went unanswered, she began to hurl insults, using the most offensive and offensive language imaginable.
Shen Wanjun found it hard to believe that such vulgar words could come from the mouth of a young girl.
Zhao Kuan, along with the security personnel, chased the group away, and the compound quickly returned to its usual tranquility.
Shen Wanjun took a deep breath; the air was fresh and smelled wonderful.
Sure enough, when you're in a good mood, everything looks pleasing to the eye, and even the bare sycamore trees by the door seem quite nice now.
Song Zhan asked softly, "Wife, what would you like to eat for lunch?"
Shen Wanjun laughed and punched him, "Didn't we just have breakfast?"
"It won't affect anything. What would you like to eat for lunch? I'll prepare it early."
"Sister-in-law, what do you want to eat? I'll make it," Huang Ya interjected.
Song Zhan rolled his eyes at him and asked, "When are you going to work at the hospital?"
Don't you have anything else to do all day? What's with fighting with him to cook every day?
Huang Ya shrugged: "How would I know?"
Seeing that the two were about to argue again, Shen Wanjun could only try to persuade one of them and then the other.
She was exhausted. "Let's have dumplings for lunch, one vegetarian and one meat. Each of you will be in charge of one type of filling."
Song Zhan and Huang Ya received their mission and happily got to work.
Song Zhan went to the kitchen to prepare the filling, while Huang Ya, being cunning, went to find Dang Xianghong to learn dumpling-making techniques.
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As dusk fell, Old Liu drove his donkey cart, carrying Old Lady Cui and the three Zhao sisters.
Several people, carrying large and small bags, bumped along the desolate mountain road.
Liu San sighed all the way, and Old Lady Cui comforted him, "San'er, don't be afraid. Your mother has saved up quite a bit of money over the years."
As she spoke, she took out the money and food coupons from her bundle to show him, saying, "This is more than enough for us to live on in the village."
Liu San's eyes widened: "Mom, where did you get this money?"
At that time, he almost emptied his entire family's pockets to pay for Song Zhan and Shen Wanjun's medical expenses.
Liu San was surprised to find that Old Lady Cui still had money in her pocket.
"I saved it up; this is my savings for my funeral."
Grandma Cui started talking, teaching Liu San to be thrifty and to be careful with every penny.
"Growing some vegetables in the yard can save money on buying groceries."
"A piece of clothing, new for three years, old for three years, patched and mended for another three years, saving so much money on fabric."
"We would borrow some salt from the neighbor to the east and some oil from the neighbor to the west, and that would be enough for a meal."
Liu San, who rarely saw Old Lady Cui being stingy, immediately changed his attitude upon seeing the money in her hand.
He said, "Mom, you're amazing! How much money is this?"
As he reached out to take it, Old Lady Cui pushed him away, saying, "It's not much, just over three hundred yuan."
This was her life savings, and after experiencing all this, she realized that she couldn't rely on her son; only money could be relied upon.
The money will only be squandered if it gets into the son's hands.
She felt at ease only when she held it close to her heart.
Suddenly, a few sharp whistles broke the silence.
Several dark figures darted out from behind the rocks like ghosts and abruptly stopped the donkey cart.
The bandit leader, with a face full of scars and a menacing look, spat out a curse.
"This mountain belongs to me, these trees belong to me. If you want to pass through, leave your toll."
Old Liu was so frightened that he was kicked to the ground before he could even utter a word of begging for mercy.
Grandma Cui screamed and lunged forward to protect the belongings: "Damn it! This is our life!"
But a bandit roughly threw her to the ground, snatched her bundle, and kicked her hard in the face.
Grandma Cui suddenly felt dizzy and her vision went black, and she was in excruciating pain.
She quickly covered her chest; thankfully, she still had over 300 yuan left for her funeral.
"What are you hiding? Hand it over obediently." A bandit stretched out his hand, grinning menacingly.
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