Chapter 6 Three Thousand Taels 2
"Yes, she also took away the elder sister's bracelet." Song Ying pursed her lips and joined in.
Grandma Song turned around and softened her tone when she looked at Song Rouxi, "Rouxi, what's the matter with your third sister asking you for the bracelet?"
Song Rouxi tugged at the handkerchief in her hand and said softly, "Grandma, please don't blame me. She probably...didn't mean it."
"What do you mean by unintentional? She's just bullying you because you're nice. I just can't stand her shallowness..."
"Asshole." Grandmother Song glared at Song Lao San fiercely, "This is the good daughter you taught! She can do all kinds of despicable things, and even dares to steal her own sisters' things."
Song Lao San was choked by the scolding, and his tone softened as usual, "Mom, Xiao Ci is a good child. There must be other reasons for this... The most urgent thing is to find money to save Xiao Ci. The doctor said that if this disease is not treated, she will lose her life... My son only has this one daughter..."
"Misunderstanding, what misunderstanding? I think she's crazy! Who is her status? Who is Rouxi? How dare she ask for Rouxi's things? Besides, the eldest brother just said that the family is short of money." Grandma Song scolded angrily, "Three thousand taels is not a small amount. If you use it all to treat Song Ci's illness, we won't be able to make ends meet. Besides Song Ci, your daughter, you still have Song Lan! He is your son, your hope for the future."
Just as Song Lao San was about to continue begging, he heard a soft voice coming from the door, "Daddy... cough cough cough..."
Song Lao San turned around and saw his own daughter, who was thinly dressed and pale, holding onto the door frame and coughing non-stop. With a look of heartache on his face, he trotted forward to support her, "Xiao Ci, are you okay? Why are you here?"
"Daughter, I'm afraid that daddy will be embarrassed." Song Ci was supported as she walked in. Everyone's eyes shifted from Song Lao San to her.
Song Ci has always been thin, and at this moment he looks a bit sick.
Uncle Song was originally skeptical, but after seeing her current appearance, he believed her a little. But she was just a girl, how could she have a future in his eyes? How important was the future of the Song family?
"Grandma." Song Ci knelt down beside Song Lao San. "No matter how wrong I am, it's all my granddaughter's fault. I beg you not to blame my father..."
"If you weren't so useless and always sick, would your father be scolded for this?" Old Lady Song snorted coldly. "It's bad enough that you're embarrassing yourself by staying at home, but you even come here to make a scene. Do you want to make my entire Song family a laughing stock in front of our distinguished guests?"
Mrs. Song's words were harsh and unpleasant, and the room fell silent for a moment.
Song Ci listened to her harsh and cold words, and a cold gleam flashed in her eyes.
I looked around and saw the so-called "family" in my previous life. I felt familiar and funny in my heart.
Old Lady Song is still the same as in her previous life. The first and second wives are treasures, while the third wife is just a weed, an eyesore at the first sight.
What kind of grandmother would be so cold and mean upon hearing that her granddaughter is sick and dying?
It seems like the child is the biological child of only the eldest and second uncles, and the third branch was picked up.
The coldness in her eyes disappeared in an instant, and then her bright eyes were filled with tears. She seemed to be scared by being scolded, and she was a little at a loss.
"My granddaughter knows that grandma has always been kind to everyone. The other day, my eldest sister wanted to get new clothes, and I heard that the clothes cost a full 100 taels. Grandmother gave them to me without saying a word. She also said that my eldest sister looked good in them, cough cough cough..."
After she finished speaking, she tugged at her sleeves nervously, "coincidentally" revealing the frayed fabric at her cuffs.
The comparison between the two is extremely tragic.
On one side was the bright and beautiful Song Rouxi, and on the other side was Song Ci, who was so thin that she seemed like she would fall down at the slightest breeze, with her clothes torn. Such a contrast made Old Lady Song speechless for a moment.
She was full of resentment and felt extremely unhappy. She cursed Song Ci in her heart, how dare she compare herself with Song Rouxi? Was she worthy?
She's not even worthy of carrying my shoes! How dare she ask me for money!
Don't you even look at what kind of person you are?
Song Ci watched her changing expression, feeling incredibly happy. If it were her previous life, she would have been too ashamed to even ask for money. But now, she wouldn't. It was hers, and she wouldn't give a single cent to the Song family's ungrateful bunch.
She continued, "Dad is worried about me and won't be able to go out and do business with peace of mind. Wouldn't that delay the family... I am also thinking about my eldest and second uncles..."
Song Ci knew that his father's intelligence and business acumen had always been valued by his family. In recent years, his eldest uncle and second uncle had taken the imperial examinations, and the family's livelihood fell on his father's shoulders. Every penny they ate, drank, and used was earned by his father.
They will not easily give up this good chess piece before things are accomplished.
Sure enough, when they heard that Song Lao San could not go out to earn money for them, everyone in the room changed their expressions.
Although three thousand taels is a lot, with Song Lao San's ability, he can earn it back in a few trips.
"Mom, Xiaoci is sick. She is a girl from the Song family. How can we, as elders, sit idly by and do nothing?" Uncle Song spoke.
It's not just because of Song porcelain, he also noticed that Zhang Baiwan had a good impression of the third brother. His family was able to gain a foothold in Beijing and earn their current wealth, and there must be some support behind it.
If he could take advantage of this opportunity to get close to the powerful, perhaps he could stay in Beijing and become an official.
Old Mrs. Song was not happy. The three thousand taels in her sleeves hadn't even warmed up yet, so why did she have to hand them over? Was the boss crazy today?
"No!" Old Mrs. Song clenched her hands into fists, wondering what right this bitch had to use their Song family's money.
Uncle Song's face darkened. "Mom, Xiaoci is sick, you don't want the third child to be distracted from going out to do business, do you?"
It is true that a son knows his mother best. Boss Song’s words left Old Lady Song speechless, and she could only hand over the money angrily.
He cursed, "You're useless, yet you still spend a lot of money every day. You're such an ungrateful little bastard, not even as filial as Rouxi..."
Song Ci was supported and walked out, her eyes slightly narrowed. Just wait, she will be "filial" to this family.
On the way back, Song's father sighed, "I made your grandmother angry today. Tomorrow I will go and make amends."
Song Ci looked at her father and said, "Dad, my sister charges 100 taels for each piece of clothing, but my grandmother is unwilling to take money for my medical treatment. Maybe she prefers my uncle and his family..."
Her voice sounded doubtful and innocent, as if she was just speaking out of grievance.
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