Song Fuyu dragged out a small woven bag from under the bed, which contained all of the original owner's belongings. Even such a small woven bag was not full, and it was full of tattered clothes that Liu Qiaoyu and Song Xiuxiu didn't want anymore, patched up and patched up, looking very shabby.

I originally wanted to change my clothes, but after thinking for a moment, I decided to keep my original appearance after the injury. This way I could arouse sympathy and be more convincing.

She pretended to be dizzy and staggered from the kitchen to the living room, but the living room was empty.

It seemed that the stepmother and the others had gone out, and the door was closed at this time.

She vaguely remembered hearing a sharp female voice when she was about to wake up.

But it was just right that no one was around, which was more conducive to her plan.

Song Fuyu opened the old-fashioned door lock and left his house.

Their apartment was located on the third floor of the tube-shaped building. It was a small house with two bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen. There was also a small storage room, which later became Song Xiuxiu's room.

The previous owner of this house was Lin Yuanxi, because she was the workshop team leader of the steel plant at that time and was eligible for a separate house.

Otherwise, considering the original owner's father Song Hao's identity as an ordinary workshop worker at the time, it was unknown when it would be his turn to get a house.

Song Fuyu quickly went through all the residents of the building in his mind, and finally chose a person who lived on the second floor.

The other party was Li Cuiping, the original owner’s mother’s best friend in the factory.

Li Cuiping had a very good relationship with the original owner's biological mother, Lin Yuanxi. During the period after Lin Yuanxi's death, she helped take care of the original owner.

But after Song Hao married Liu Qiaoyu, Liu Qiaoyu didn't want the original owner to spend too much time with people her biological mother was familiar with during her lifetime, so she usually restricted the original owner from going to Li Cuiping's house to play. If she was discovered, she would be treated to a meal of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots.

Over time, even when the original owner came home from school and saw Li Cuiping at the stairs, he would just say hello and then run away quickly.

Song Fuyu came to the second floor, adjusted her facial expression, and returned to her weak and pitiful appearance. She knocked on the door that she hadn't knocked on for more than ten years.

"Who is it?"

"Aunt Cuiping, it's me, Song Fuyu."

When she knocked on the door, she was just giving it a try, not knowing whether the person inside would be at work that day.

Fortunately, there was someone in the room at this time.

Li Cuiping was on her day off today. When she heard Song Fuyu's name, she thought she was hallucinating.

She quickly got up and opened the door.

As soon as the door was opened, Song Fuyu's head was seen covered in blood and there were many dark marks on his clothes.

The expression on her face changed from shock to distress, and then her eyes turned red.

"Fu Yu, what's wrong with you?"

"Did your father and stepmother beat you?"

"Come in first and talk."

She wiped her tears and wanted to go forward to support Song Fuyu, but was rejected.

"Aunt Cuiping, I won't enter your house today. It's unlucky."

If it were the Song Fuyu of the past, she wouldn't care about whether it was auspicious or not. She had other things to do at the moment and just wanted to get to where she wanted to go as quickly as possible.

After hearing what she said, Li Cuiping was moved, felt guilty, and blamed herself...all kinds of emotions surged in her heart, and tears flowed uncontrollably.

What a good girl, but she was tortured beyond recognition.

"Fu Yu, do you have something to ask me?"

They clearly lived in the same building, but she almost forgot how many years had passed since Song Fuyu last came to her house. They clearly lived upstairs and downstairs.

In the past, she would go to the Song family to check on her condition, but later she found that every time she went to the Song family, Song Fu Yu would have bruises on her body the next day.

At first, he went to Song Hao and Liu Qiaoyu to argue, but the two of them said one thing to his face and another behind his back.

He agreed nicely, but beat me even harder behind my back.

Gradually, in order to prevent little Song Fuyu from continuing to be beaten, she almost stopped going to the Song family.

"Aunt Cuiping, are you free now? I want you to accompany me to the steel plant. I want to meet the leader of the plant."

Li Cuiping agreed decisively.

He ran back to the kitchen, picked up the food cooking on the stove, locked the door, went downstairs, took his bicycle, took Song Fuyu to the steel plant.

On the way, Song Fuyu told Li Cuiping what happened today.

Hearing this, Li Cuiping was so angry that she gripped the handlebars tightly, veins bulging on the back of her hands, and she kept cursing Song Hao and Liu Qiaoyu as inhuman.

The tube building is not far from the steel plant, and it only takes more than ten minutes to ride a bike to it.

After entering from the gate booth, Li Cuiping led Song Fuyu to enter the work area not through the main gate which was usually the busiest, but through the side door on the side.

This way you can avoid running into Song Hao while looking for a leader.

I have to say that this choice is very correct.

As soon as the two men entered through the side door, Song Hao and Liu Qiaoyu hurried out through the main door. Liu Qiaoyu looked flustered, while Song Hao looked serious.

"What did you two do?"

"Before, when I was not around, you beat her and made her work. It was just a small fight, and I ignored it. But now your head is broken. If the leaders of the factory know about this, no one will be happy."

Song Hao growled angrily at Liu Qiaoyu.

Although he did not like his daughter from his ex-wife because she looked too much like her mother.

Whenever he saw her face, he would feel extremely inferior, thinking about how others were constantly talking about him being less capable than his ex-wife.

"Luckily you didn't send her to the hospital. If this became known to everyone, I'd make you suffer!"

"Don't worry, boss. Xiuxiu and I carried her to the bed. It shouldn't be that serious."

She had beaten that little bitch until she bled before. Every time, she would lie down for a while and then get up and work again. Nothing had ever happened. It should be the same this time.

It's just a little scratch on the head, no big deal, that girl is very rough, she won't die.

..........

On the other side, Song Fuyu, who entered from the side door, met Fang Hui, who used to be the workshop team leader with the original owner's mother, and now she is the workshop supervisor.

Fang Hui was shocked when she saw the two people in front of her, especially Song Fuyu, whose head and clothes were covered in blood.

"You...you are Lin Yuanxi's daughter?"

The last time Fang Hui saw Song Fuyu was at Lin Yuanxi's funeral.

She remembered that the little Song Fuyu was kneeling beside the mourning hall, looking at the adults walking in from the door with a curious expression and then leaving quickly.

She must have been only two or three years old at the time, and probably had no idea what was happening. She also probably didn't know that the person lying in the coffin was her own mother.

When the adults asked her to kneel on the ground, she did so obediently without crying or making a fuss.

I haven't seen Song Fuyu for more than ten years, but the reason I recognized her at first sight is because she looks so much like Lin Yuanxi.

Even though the girl in front of him was incredibly thin compared to Lin Yuanxi in the past, it still couldn't hide her beautiful face that looked very similar to Lin Yuanxi.

A pair of big watery eyes, bright and clear, as if they could speak.

Fang Hui seemed to see a stubborn look in her eyes at this moment.

"Hello, Auntie. I am Lin Yuanxi's daughter, Song Fuyu."

The person in front of him obviously knew the original owner's biological mother.

After seeing her, his expression was full of surprise, curiosity and worry. He must have had a good relationship with the original owner's biological mother. Song Fuyu greeted her politely.

Seeing that she had not admitted her mistake, Fang Hui's expression became even more serious.

"What's going on? What happened?"