Sitting on the oxcart, Song Yueying turned to her mother and said, "I have to go out for a bit. Remember to lock it up properly... Oh!"
Before he could finish speaking, the oxcart stopped without warning.
It was too sudden; Song Yueying stumbled forward uncontrollably, crashing into Qi Yanjue's arms. Her forehead slammed heavily against his chest, and a muffled groan echoed in her ear.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Before she could act, Song Yueying apologized first, then stepped back and sat back in her original seat.
Qi Yanjue did not respond.
Seeing his furrowed brows, one hand clutching his chest, and cold sweat quickly beading on his forehead, Song Yueying's brow twitched. Had she accidentally bumped into his chest injury?
"Qi Yanjue, are you alright..." Song Yueying was about to ask him if he was alright when a sharp voice interrupted her, "Song Yueying, you are not allowed to run away."
Escape? Who's trying to escape? Song Yueying turned her head to look at the source of the voice.
Wang Muxiang stood in front of the oxcart, looking at her with eyes that seemed to want to devour her.
Before Song Yueying could speak, Chen Yuan, who was driving the oxcart, questioned Wang Muxiang, "Auntie, how could you suddenly rush out and scare people?"
"Whether you bump into a cow or a cow bumps into you, it's not good!"
"You're good with words!" Song Yueying thought to herself, giving Chen Yuan a thumbs up as she watched his retreating figure.
Chen Yuan's words infuriated Wang Muxiang. She glared at Chen Yuan, then shifted her gaze to Song Yueying, who was sitting comfortably on the oxcart.
Song Yueying raised an eyebrow and quietly looked at Wang Muxiang.
Her behavior angered Wang Muxiang for a long time.
That damned Song Yueying! Damn it! Seeing me standing in front of the oxcart, she dared not get off. She really doesn't respect her as an elder.
Rushing to the oxcart, Wang Muxiang shouted, "Song Yueying, you've hurt someone and you think you can just run away? Do you think you can get away?"
"I've harmed someone, but who have I harmed?" Song Yueying asked with a smile.
"You've ruined my Mengmeng's life," Wang Muxiang accused angrily. "Mengmeng fainted at our doorstep yesterday and is still lying in bed unconscious."
“Song Rumeng! How did I harm her? You can tell me the details.” Song Yueying looked at Wang Muxiang with a leisurely air, her expression somewhat mocking.
Yesterday, she dealt with Song Rumeng, who was knocked unconscious. She quickly treated Song Rumeng and dragged her back to Wang Muxiang's doorstep.
She looked around and saw no one.
If Song Rumeng really hasn't woken up yet, as Wang Muxiang said, then Wang Muxiang definitely doesn't know that Song Rumeng was beaten by her.
Wang Muxiang's accusation that she harmed Song Rumeng was purely an attempt to frame her.
When Song Yueying asked for details, Wang Muxiang panicked. "The details... the details are... you're the one who ruined my Mengmeng."
How could she possibly know the specifics?
The real intention of coming to Song Yueying was to preemptively frame Song Yueying for harming his daughter, and then to demand that Song Yueying treat his daughter.
She never expected that Song Yueying would ask her to tell her the details; she hadn't seen how Song Yueying had harmed her own daughter.
She didn't even know whether Song Yueying was responsible for her daughter's coma.
Seeing Wang Muxiang stammering and unable to explain herself clearly, Song Yueying knew she had guessed correctly. Wang Muxiang's purpose in coming to her was to frame her.
At this moment, Song's mother rushed over and shoved Wang Muxiang. Standing between Wang Muxiang and the oxcart with her hands on her hips, she shouted, "You, Wang Muxiang, are you bullying my daughter again?"
Wang Muxiang stumbled after being pushed by Song's mother, taking two steps back before regaining her balance. She glared angrily at Song's mother, "What are you doing?"
"I should be asking you what you're doing! My daughter was about to go out, and you came over and stopped her from leaving. What are you trying to do?" Song's mother questioned without backing down.
"You're crazy, I can't explain this to you, get out of my way." Wang Muxiang reached out and pushed Song's mother, but Song's mother refused to move, and the two of them started fighting.
"Zhao Dongxue, how dare you hit me."
"You hit me, why shouldn't I dare to hit you back?"
"I hit you because you were blocking my way."
"You bullied my daughter, so I'm going to hit you."
Watching the two fight and argue, Song Yueying's lips curled up. She made no move to intervene, instead watching the spectacle with great interest.
Qi Yanjue frowned. He felt it was inappropriate for a grown man like him to jump off the oxcart to break up the fight.
Besides, the gunshot wound in his chest was still hurting from Song Yueying's collision.
He was a gay man and felt embarrassed to intervene between two women fighting, but Song Yueying, being a lesbian, was willing to.
Judging from Song Yueying's attitude, she had no intention of breaking up the fight at all.
Looking at Song's mother and Wang Muxiang fighting, and then at Song Yueying watching the show, Qi Yanjue finally couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to go down and separate them?"
Song Yueying's reply was, "Why should we separate them? Let the two of them fight it out."
"Aren't you afraid your mother will suffer?" Qi Yanjue asked again.
“It’s Mom, it’s Mom.” Song Yueying corrected Qi Yanjue’s way of addressing her, then said nonchalantly, “Don’t worry, Mom won’t suffer any losses.”
“I might worry that she would get the short end of the stick if we fought with other people, but I really don’t have to worry about fighting with Wang Muxiang.”
"The two of them fight often, and Mom wins more often."
Qi Yanjue suddenly didn't know what to say.
Whether it was Song Yueying's insistence on mistaking him for Song's mother's son or her brother, or her confidence in Song's mother's fighting prowess, he was speechless.
Qi Yanjue and Song Yueying remained seated on the oxcart, so Chen Yuan, who was in charge of driving it, had to get off and break up the fight.
He grabbed Wang Muxiang's arm and pulled her away. Wang Muxiang was, after all, a woman, and naturally not as strong as a man. So, Chen Yuan pulled her away without much effort.
At that moment, Song's mother happened to grab Wang Muxiang's hair. Chen Yuan pulled Wang Muxiang away, and Song's mother tore off a clump of her hair, causing her to scream in pain.
"Zhao Dongxue." Wang Muxiang covered her aching scalp with her hand and cursed, "Zhao Dongxue, you madwoman, you crazy woman, how dare you pull my hair."
"I didn't do it on purpose." Song's mother looked at the tuft of hair in her hand and quickly threw it away in disgust.
"You did it on purpose, you did it on purpose!" Wang Muxiang was furious. She broke free from Chen Yuan's hand and lunged at Song's mother, "I'll beat you to death!"
Song's mother nimbly dodged, and Wang Muxiang, unable to withstand the force, fell to the ground, her forehead hitting the ground hard.
She burst into tears.
When Song's mother saw Wang Muxiang crying, she was at a loss for what to do. She cautiously glanced at Song Yueying sitting on the oxcart, afraid that her daughter would scold her.
Meeting her mother's cautious gaze, Song Yueying gave her a sweet smile. She praised her generously, "Mom, you won! You're amazing!"
Qi Yanjue's lips twitched, and he looked at Song Yueying with a complicated expression.
"Hmm." Praised by her daughter, Song's mother smiled and nodded heavily, saying, "Mom won. Mom didn't embarrass my daughter."
She fought with Wang Muxiang, but her daughter didn't scold her like before; instead, she praised her for being tough, which made her very happy.
Song Yueying nodded heavily and coaxed her, "Your clothes are a bit messy. Go home first, and when I'm done with my business, I'll bring you something delicious to celebrate your victory."
"Okay, okay, okay," Song's mother agreed repeatedly.
She wanted to celebrate! Qi Yanjue's gaze towards Song Yueying was not only complicated, but also disapproving.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, his gaze became complicated again.
A mother beats her daughter in a fight, and then celebrates with her? Shouldn't it be the daughter who beats her in a fight, and then the mother celebrates with her? Haven't the roles of this mother and daughter been reversed?
Song Yueying was unaware of Qi Yanjue's wild thoughts. She simply called Chen Yuan and they drove off in the oxcart.
Chen Yuan had just climbed onto the oxcart when someone grabbed him. He turned his head and saw it was Wang Muxiang. Because he had tried to break up the fight and caused Wang Muxiang to have a tuft of hair pulled out, he was still a little guilty.
Chen Yuan said in a gentle tone, "Aunt Wang, why are you pulling on my clothes? Let go of me quickly. Comrade Song has to go out for a while and we can't waste any more time."
"I won't let you go, you can't leave, Song Yueying can't leave," Wang Muxiang said urgently, her gaze softening as she looked at Song Yueying.
"Yueying, I'm not lying to you, I really am not lying to you, your cousin is really unconscious at home."
"She's been unconscious since yesterday, you should go check on her quickly."
Wang Muxiang clung tightly to Chen Yuan's clothes, knowing that as long as she held onto the driver, Song Yueying wouldn't be able to leave.
Seeing that Wang Muxiang was blocking the oxcart again, Song's mother was about to rush over and hit her. But when she heard her daughter clear her throat with a cough, she stopped and looked at her.
Song Yueying gave her mother a look that told her not to move, then looked at Wang Muxiang and asked, "Are you sure Song Rumeng is unconscious, and not just asleep?"
“I’m sure, I guarantee it, Mengmeng is really unconscious.” Wang Muxiang nodded firmly. “Yueying, you should go check on your cousin quickly, I’m really afraid something has happened to her.”
Song Yueying frowned and did not immediately agree to go see Song Rumeng.
She was in such a hurry to get a divorce from Qi Yanjue in the county that she didn't even have time for breakfast. She had already wasted time, and if she went to see Song Rumeng, she would waste even more time.
She didn't want to waste any more time and just wanted to get a divorce from Qi Yanjue as soon as possible.
She was genuinely terrified of the incestuous relationship between siblings... and that kind of thing. She wondered what kind of bad luck the original owner had to have to choose a man to marry—her own brother.
However, she is a village doctor, and she has an obligation to provide treatment when villagers are sick.
Song Rumeng was also a villager. She sighed and Song Yueying looked up at Qi Yanjue. "You go inside with Mom to have breakfast first. I'll go check on Song Rumeng."
After saying this, without waiting for Qi Yanjue's reply, Song Yueying nimbly jumped off the oxcart. She walked to the front, said something to Chen Yuan, and then headed straight for Wang Muxiang's house next door.
Looking at that slender figure, Qi Yanjue felt complicated.
Based on his limited understanding of Song Yueying, he assumed she would insist on divorcing him regardless of Song Rumeng's life or death.
After all, she was so eager to divorce him.
In his mind, Song Yueying was selfish to an extent that most people could not accept. As a result, after a period of silence, she chose to go see Song Rumeng first.
She did not forget her responsibilities as a village doctor.
Song Yueying actually had such a sense of responsibility.
"Xiao Qi." Seeing Qi Yanjue sitting motionless on the oxcart, Song's mother reminded him, "Xiao Yingzi said that you should come home with me to have breakfast first."
Interrupted from his thoughts, Qi Yanjue withdrew his gaze and nodded to Song's mother. He braced himself on the edge of the cart with one hand, dismounted, and followed Song's mother into the courtyard.
When Wang Muxiang saw Song Yueying go to her house to see her daughter, she stopped pestering her, let go of Chen Yuan's clothes, and ran quickly towards her own house.
Using the original owner's memories, Song Yueying arrived at Song Rumeng's room. Just as she reached out to push the door open, a voice came from inside.
"Cousin, is that you who came to see me?"
The affected, delicate voice belonged to Song Rumeng; Song Yueying wouldn't mistake it. She had dealt with Song Rumeng just yesterday and was familiar with her voice.
Wang Muxiang didn't say that Song Rumeng was unconscious, but rather that she had been unconscious since yesterday.
Was Wang Muxiang lying, or was Song Rumeng faking fainting to deceive her own mother? Judging from Wang Muxiang's actions at her doorstep, it should be the latter.
Interesting. Song Yueying was curious as to why Song Rumeng would deceive her own mother.
She reached out and pushed the door open, then walked straight in.
Inside the room, Song Rumeng lay on her side on the bed, her face turned towards the door. Seeing Song Yueying walk in, her eyes lit up, and she said happily, "Cousin, it really is you!"
"I'm sick, my whole body aches, especially my face, I'm just waiting for you to come and treat me!"
"I just vaguely heard my mom crying. Did she go and make things difficult for you again?"
Ignoring Song Rumeng's nonsense, Song Yueying stopped about a meter away from the bed and looked at Song Rumeng with a calm expression.
Song Rumeng felt flustered and a little scared under her gaze.
Her hands, clenched tightly under the sheet, dug her nails into the flesh of her palms, but she didn't care. Song Rumeng tried her best to suppress the fear in her heart and hide her dread.
"Cousin, why aren't you talking to me?" Before Song Yueying could answer, Song Rumeng started crying again, "Waaah, cousin, I'm sick, I'm really sick."
It's said that the person who was supposed to be in a coma wasn't actually unconscious; they were still crying and complaining, full of energy, that they were sick. Song Yueying remained silent, watching Song Rumeng with an expression of anticipation.
She wanted to see what Song Rumeng was really up to.
Seeing that Song Yueying didn't move, Song Rumeng continued to cry, "Waaah, cousin, I'm sick, I'm really sick. What are you still standing there for? Come and take a look at me!"
In her heart, she was cursing Song Yueying fiercely. Damn Song Yueying, what a slut, what a slut, for beating her like this. She would make Song Yueying pay the price.
To make her performance more convincing, she kept it a secret from her parents and younger brother. Yesterday, she even skipped dinner, leading her family to believe she was unconscious.
God knows, she's so hungry she's about to faint.
"Waaaaah, cousin, are you just standing there and watching me die? I'm your older cousin, how can you be so cold-hearted?"
"I've been so good to you, but when I'm sick, you don't care about me at all. How could you treat me like this?"
Wang Muxiang had just reached her daughter's room when she heard her daughter crying. She immediately became furious, "Song Yueying, what are you standing there for? Go get Mengmeng to the doctor right now!"
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