Wen Wanqing frowned: "Second sister-in-law, how come you're alright? Health is the foundation of everything. It just so happens that Wantang knows medicine. Let her take your pulse and prescribe some medicine for you."
"Wantang knows medicine?" Miao Qiaoling asked in surprise.
She didn't refuse Wen Wanqing's kindness, and let Su Wantang take her pulse and get the medicine from the pharmacy.
When I got home, I mentioned this to Wen Wanqing's second brother.
"Qiaoling, Wanqing isn't one to act recklessly. Try taking that medicine; you've been complaining about feeling unwell all the time."
"Of course I know." Miao Qiaoling still liked her sister-in-law very much, but over the years, she had taken a lot of medicine and didn't have much hope in her heart.
...
The house-hunting trip fell through in the morning, and after enjoying a delicious lunch cooked by Su Wantang at home, the workaholic Wen Wanqing couldn't stay idle and went to work again in the afternoon.
Su Wantang didn't go to the pharmacy. Instead, she waited for Su Zhichen and Lu Zhentian to play chess, and then went to find Song Wanying.
"You bastard—"
*Smack*
Su Wantang slapped Song Wanying across the face, leaving her dazed.
"Song Wanying, watch your mouth."
If I dare to give her a hard time, I dare to hit her too!
Song Wanying roared in fury: "Su Wantang, you little bitch! How dare you hit me!"
Su Wantang slapped her again: "That's exactly what I'm doing."
"you--"
Su Wantang didn't give her a chance to speak, coldly saying, "Divorce my father."
Song Wanying's anger subsided considerably. She rolled her eyes and looked at Su Wantang as if she were an idiot.
Now Cui Cui is gone.
She's a woman who's used to a life of luxury. She divorced Su Zhichen and started living a hard life. She must have lost her mind.
"Su Wantang, you're dreaming!"
"Let me tell you, Su Zhichen is just my lapdog. As long as I don't agree, he can't possibly abandon me!"
"You don't like me, your own mother? I'll just keep running around right under your nose and disgust you to death."
"I think you want to go to jail again." Su Wantang took out a photo and waved it in front of Song Wanying.
The photo clearly showed Song Wanying sneaking into Su Wantang's house to steal money.
Song Wanying's pupils dilated in shock: "You did this on purpose?"
"I did it on purpose, but do you have any proof?" Su Wantang smiled wickedly.
Earlier, in the police car, Fu Jing and Su Wantang's conversation was playing on a loop in Song Wanying's ears.
Stealing children's belongings, five years, five years...
Suddenly, Song Wanying rushed forward, snatched the photo from Su Wantang's hand, and tore it to shreds: "It's gone, it's gone."
“Song Wanying, you’re not so naive as to think I only developed this one photo, are you? Besides, as long as I have the original film, I can develop as many copies as I want.”
"If you don't want to go to jail, be smart and divorce my dad."
Song Wanying's eyes flickered: "Let me think about it."
“Song Wanying, let me tell you, don’t try any tricks, unless you don’t want to see Cousin Cui Cui again.”
"Su Wantang, what do you mean? Cui Cui, she's not dead?"
Su Wantang took out another photo, and the photo clearly showed Liu Cuicui.
"Cui Cui!" Song Wanying screamed and rushed over, but Su Wantang pushed her to the ground.
"Song Wanying, I'm giving you three days to get my dad to divorce you and be disappointed in you. If you don't do what I want, then my cousin Cui Cui is going to suffer."
"Su Wantang, aren't you afraid I'll call the police?"
Su Wantang whispered devilishly, "Song Wanying, everyone in Xiangyang Brigade knows Liu Cuicui is dead. Do you think anyone will believe you if you go to report it? Will they lock you up like you're crazy?"
"Aren't you...aren't you afraid of retribution?" Song Wanying roared helplessly at Su Wantang's departing figure.
...
That evening, after dinner, Lu Huai'an returned to his room with a somewhat solemn expression.
"Tangtang, there's something I need to tell you, so you'd better be prepared."
"Go ahead and tell me."
The sudden knocking interrupted Lu Huai'an's words.
"Dad, what are you doing here so late?"
"Tangtang, Dad will lend you a hundred yuan."
"Dad, why borrow? As long as you don't let Song Wanying waste your money, I'll give you whatever amount you want."
"No, it's a loan." Su Zhichen's attitude was firm.
"Tangtang, your mom and I are planning to move out and rent a room in a tenement building. After that, I'll find some odd jobs, and I'll support your mom from now on."
"Song Wanying is willing?" Su Wantang asked.
“Yes, your mother has reflected on her actions thoroughly and her attitude is very good. Tangtang, if—” Su Zhichen subconsciously started to say, but then swallowed the words he shouldn’t have.
Su Wantang felt a chill in her heart. She might not have truly reflected on her actions, but she was definitely worried about Liu Cuicui.
"Okay. Dad, I agree to you moving out."
After seeing Su Zhichen off, Su Wantang looked at Lu Huai'an, signaling him to continue the previous topic.
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